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"Prima..." Megatronus called, his servo slowly sneaking until it met Prima's own.
He watched the smaller mech's faceplate closely as he intertwined their fingers together.
Servos tied to servos, their size difference was even more apparent like this, up close.
Prima looked at him suddenly, optics finally parting from the way their servos looked stark against each other.
"Mm?" was all the oldest of the Primes managed to say, coherence leaving him as he tried desperately to puzzle out what Megatronus was doing.
Megatronus smiled, his eyes visibly squeezing almost closed in joy as he held Prima's servo for a moment, delicately testing the weight of his hand and twisting it around. Happy to just see it up close. Then, he let go of Prima's servo, both of his own retracting to frame his face, and leisurely searching for the trigger in his helm.
Megatronus accepted the queue that popped up in his HUD.
[Turn off mask trigger?]
Affirmative, he said as he looked at Prima's widened optics.
Just when the seal opened, his servos fastening it out of his face, Prima's hand on his stopped him.
"W-wait! Megatronus, you don't have to—" he argued.
There was affliction in his optics, but for what, Megatronus didn't know.
"But I want to," he defended.
Prima took in a shaky vent before relenting his servo. Slowly, and a little apprehensive, Megatronus pulled off the mask, revealing his face just for the moon and Prima's optics to see in the quiet nigth.
He put the mask down on the table, face down as he looked at Prima, bared and exposed for his optics to admire.
But the expression the other mech was wearing felt just as much vulnerable, just as much intimate.
"Prima," he tried calling, like a daydream being snapped awake.
Prima moved again, mouth agape, as his face exploded in a mix between joy and wonder. His cheeks were going a high red, and he tried to hide it with an awkward chuckle and a servo cupping his face.
Prima looked like he was about to say something before his voice box clicked shut.
Then he tried again, finally succeeding at last.
"Megatronus, I—" he stammered, rushing to his pedes as he closed the tiny distance between them.
He jumped into his lap without regard, curiosity plain on his face.
Megatronus chuckled in response, too.
Prima's servos rushed to his face, out of reflex he grabbed Prima's forearms before blinking and ducking his helm apologetically.
"Sorry."
"I'm sorry."
Both said at the same time, then laughed soundly together as well.
"Is it okay if I?" Prima asked, his servo framing his face tenderly, just floating over it, not making contact with the dark protoform.
"You are beautiful," he chanted, his tone full of sincerity and affection.
Megatronus nodded, guiding his servos onto his face, sighing into the touch, relaxing under Prima's servos.
The smaller mech was already crawling into his frame before he noticed it—thighs hugging his waist as he leaned closer.
The tips of his servos carefully stroked Megatronus's sensitive nose and circled from under his eyes to his forehead, drawing idle patterns.
"mhg—" Megatronus was caught off guard by the sound he made, just as much as Prima, who stopped dead in his tracks upon hearing it.
Prima felt in real time as Megatronus's cheeks grew hot and his optics looked elsewhere, avoiding his gaze in embarasment.
"Mega—" Prima tried, touching his cheek again, feeling how Tronus tensed under him.
"It's, it's not my fault; nobody ever touches my face..." Megatronus concluded, as if that were enough of an explanation.
Prima chuckled with mirth, stroking that specific place over his eyes, soothing it.
"No need to be ashamed, 'Tronus..." Prima laughed, pleased, but then he suddenly stopped, perking up with an idea.
"hm?" Megatronus, who had his eyes closed to enjoy the touch, opened them to see why Prima had stopped.
"Would you—would you not rather we lay down?" Prima asked. While he was excited about this new development, he was also a little nervous, shaky from what this represented.
It was a big reveal, almost like kissing, although not quite like kissing; still, they could... kiss now.
Prima almost bluescreened at the revelation.
"That, yeah, that would be fine," Megatronus took a vent, calming down and feeling the cold air fill his insides.
Prima squeaked when, in his inhibited state, the bigger mech scooped him up from his hips and carried him over to his own berth.
Megatronus threw him onto the berth without regard, then lay over his middle, presenting his face to Prima.
He closed his eyes and waited for the relaxing touch to begin. Prima took a shaky breath; from being tossed around like he didn't weigh anything to feeling the entirety of Megatronus's frame weigh on him, the younger mech presented his face so exposed. It felt lewd—well, not exactly lewd, but it felt as if Primus would judge him for doing this without being cojuxed, for being so intimate.
Oh, Primus forgive him, but Megatronus was going to be the death of him. Still, with another shaky breath, Prima touched softly, tracing Megatronus's face, enjoying the little sounds the other made when his servos became particularly rough.
"Tronus..." Prima called, biting his dermas when the other just barely opened his eyes; he looked like he was about to fall into recharge just from Prima's delicate servos.
"Hm?" he murmured, pressing his face into Prima's hands, nuzzling there and enjoying it to the fullest. Megatronus hadn't let anyone even see his face since his first academy days.
"I've never seen such a deep, dark color on someone's protoform," Prima mumbled, finally relaxing under 'Tronus's frame, taking it all in.
Megatronus hummed a bit more, activating his processors again as he lifted his frame onto his elbows.
"When I was a sparkling, a nanovirus plague spread through my hometown. I caught it, and it changed the color of my protoform before the medic could treat it, but at least I survived..." he said before shutting his eyes again.
That meant that more than his protoform, Megatronus was covered in micro scars all over, giving his kibble that specific dark tone. Although he looked ethereal under the moonlight, his optics shone like constellations reflecting through an energon lake.
He was the most precious thing Prima had ever gazed upon.
Megatronus was like his own obsidian statue, carved carefully by a loving artist—his warrior, his protector.
Prima took his time to admire him, to explore every nook and cranny in his helm and face. No other mech could see this side of Megatronus except him.
It made him feel so special; he had to kiss Megatronus before he put this mask on again. Prima decided he would; he wanted it so badly.