Hey so we know that dinobot would never fuck in raptor form but. uh. what about that one clone that got vored? he looks down to clown
Infiltrating the Maximal base is almost too easy. The fools are trusting to a fault, taking his words for truth despite the lack of evidence behind it simply because he shares the face of their comrade. They don’t suspect a thing.
Optimus Primal sets out to rescue the rodent on a fool’s errand, leaving him alone with free rein of the Maximal base. At least, he thinks he’s alone, until he stumbles into Dinobot’s habsuite and finds you posed naked on the berth.
“Hey, handsome,” you say, adjusting the position of your legs and giving him a tantalizing glimpse of flesh that has his nostrils flaring. You flash your teeth at him in a lazy, self-assured smile, eyes lidded and glinting with a mischievous light. “You busy?”
“…I am,” he answers hesitantly, still trying to determine how he should react. Your body language boasts of confidence; this isn’t something new between you and Dinobot. With that reasoning, he allows his eyes to wander over your form, meat on display like willing prey, and feels his mouth begin to water.
“Oh?” You tilt your head and adjust your hips, settling in a position that leave some your legs splayed wide. “Too busy for me?”
He should focus on his mission. Megatron is expecting him to bring down the Maxmial’s defenses and he only has so much time before the Maximals eventually realize he is not their Dinobot. But clearly you and Dinobot are mates and rejecting such a tempting invitiation would certainly be suspect enough to compromise his position. This is the justification he he gives himself as he stalks closer to you with a snarl, stopping only once he’s between your legs and towering over you.
“You’re not going to transform?” you ask with a quirk of your eyebrows.
He freezes. This is it. You’re going to realize that he can’t transform, that he’s a clone and a Predacon spy.
But before he can decide if he should knock you out or eat you, you give him a heated look that has his spike pressurizing behind his interface panel. “It’s about damn time you fucked me in beast mode.”
Your legs clamp around him, pressing warm flesh against the flesh of his beast form, and his panel slides open to press his spike directly against your heated sex. His tail sways behind him, talons curling and teeth itching to bury their way into the crook of your neck but knowing better than to do so. All the while, you smile up at him with that same confident smile, hips lazily grinding into his.
