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wicked3659Title: While Prowl's away
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Prompt: Kink meme see link below
Verse: G1
Warnings: dub con, sticky, oral, mechxmech slash
written for: link to kink meme
“So… how did you get him to agree? I wouldn‘t have thought he was the type.”
“Wasn’t hard once he got into it.”
Prowl’s optics brightened and he pressed his mouth into a thin line as he leaned against the edge of his desk. “And the evidence?”
“Oh I have it.” Jazz grinned at him, “let me finish first.”
“Jazz, I said you don’t mmpff --”
“-- and I said… let me finish.”
Prowl nodded with the dark finger pressed to his lips, his engine revving subtly at Jazz’s lowly purr, eliciting another grin from his fellow black and white.
****
2 days earlier
“You have to go now?” Jazz frowned, folding his arms as Prowl broke the news to him.
Bowing his helm apologetically, Prowl reached for the smaller mech, brushing a thumb lightly over his forearm. “Prime insisted that I be the one to go, it shouldn’t be more than a couple of days.”
Jazz huffed slightly petulantly, letting Prowl pull him into his arms. “Me and Prime are going t’ have words.”
Chuckling and nuzzling his mech fondly, Prowl held him close. “I promise it won’t be that long, Jazz and it doesn’t have to be so bad… does it?”
Quirking an optic ridge at Prowl, Jazz tilted his helm curiously. “You mean…?”
“I do mean.” Prowl smirked, pressing a soft kiss to his audio, his voice low and sultry.
Shivering at the tone, Jazz’s smile widened as Prowl murmured something in his audio, his visor growing rapidly dark in arousal. Whining quietly as Prowl pulled away, Jazz’s fingers lingered in Prowl’s own before letting him go. The tactician swept out of the room, leaving Jazz with a revving engine and a devious smirk on his face plates.
****
It had been a long shift, not that Red Alert minded so much. It kept him away from others and he preferred being busy to having to socialise. He wasn’t really that comfortable in the company of others, one or two mechs was fine, only a select one or two for that matter. He got on well with Inferno and Prowl, occasionally Mirage but the likes of the twins or Ironhide and even the ever jovial Jazz were not mechs Red Alert would ever choose spending a great deal of time with. After venturing out of the monitoring room, the security director had so far managed to avoid the twins and was looking forward to collecting his energon and relaxing in his quarters for the night.
He walked quickly through the corridor, casting occasional glances behind him as he often did when he’d finished late. The last thing he needed was a mech sneaking up on him and trying to pull a prank. He turned a corner and suddenly stopped in his tracks. His sharp, ever suspicious audios were attuned to the slightest noise and Red Alert could have sworn he’d heard footsteps. Glancing up to the security camera in the corridor, he back tracked and peered round the corner and into the dimly lit corridor he’d just walked through. Hearing and seeing nothing, Red Alert forced himself to take a deep intake and relax. “You’re being ridiculous, it’s night shift, nobody is following you.” Nodding firmly to himself, Red Alert set off once more - his pace considerably quicker than before - towards his quarters.
He froze again just a corridor away from his room. He stared down the corridor, intakes hitching, he could make a run for it, there was definitely somebody following him. Offlining his optics for a klik, he frowned and clenched his fists, making himself go back a few steps and shout down the corridor. “This isn’t funny, I know you’re there!” He waited, not really expecting an answer. Turning on his heel he squeaked in surprise as Jazz grinned brightly at him.
“Hi! Someone bothering ya Red?”
“Bothering m…? No… Everything’s fine, Jazz. You should be on patrol.” Red replied haughtily, quickly overcoming his nerves as he pushed past the black and white. “If you’ll excuse me.”
A low growl sounded in Jazz’s throat, his sharp optics following the red and white as he brushed past him. “Love it when you’re all het up.”
“What?” Red Alert stared at Jazz, not quite believing what he’d just heard.
Taking a few steps towards the larger mech, Jazz purred audibly, a dark hand reaching out to run down the security director’s chest. “I said -- I love it when you’re het up. Go on… tell me somethin’ else I should be doin’.”
Backing off from the dark visored mech, Red Alert stammered, optics flicking down to the hand on his chest and back up to Jazz’s visor, fixated on him, looking him up and down. “Y--you shouldn’t be doing this!”
“Oh?” Jazz smirked suddenly grabbing the larger mech’s hips and tugging him flush to him. “Who says?”
Another squeak escaped from his vocaliser as he pushed at Jazz’s shoulders trying to escape the smaller mech’s grip only to elicit a wanton growl from the saboteur. “Jazz!” Red Alert yelped as he found himself suddenly slammed up against the cool wall, his plating scraping against the rivets at the sudden force. Intakes panting in astonishment, he stared at Jazz as the mech grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the wall either side of him. “Wha--what about Prowl?!”
A low amused chuckle was not the answer he’d hoped for and further protests died in his vocaliser as a hot mouth pressed firmly against his throat, a slick glossa sliding up cabling forcing a whimper to escape from his parted lips. “Jazz… ss--stop!”
Worrying thin cabling between his denta, lapping at the resulting scrape, Jazz’s engine revved as Red Alert squirmed and squeaked in his grasp. He pressed flush to the panting mech, gently pushing his leg between Red’s, parting them, dropping the mech‘s stance. His hands slid all the way up Red Alert’s arms and over his shoulders, slipping down over his chest to slowly circle headlights as he drew closer bringing his lips mere millimeters from Red’s own. “You really want me t’ stop, Red… seems t’ me like you could use a little… pick me up…”
“I uh… Jazz, this… it’s wrong.”
“How’s it wrong? Do y’ not want it…? Not want me?”
Red Alert fought back a moan at Jazz’s sultry purr, his lips moving over his own as he spoke. “Prowl…”
That smile again, it made Red Alert more nervous than the hand suddenly pressing against his embarrassingly hot panel, causing his intakes to stall. “Prowl’s not here is he?”
“B--but…”
“No buts… tell me…” Jazz licked along Red Alert’s jaw line, bringing their mouths close once more. He mouthed the security director’s lower lip, suckling it with a low hum, tugging at it with his denta as he pulled away. “Do you want this?” Putting emphasis on his words, Jazz dragged the heel of his palm over the smooth, heated metal of Red Alert’s panel, smirking as the red and white gasped and shivered.
“…Nngh Jazz…” Red Alert answered breathlessly, his optics flickering as his helm rocked back against the wall.
Smiling brightly, Jazz captured his parted mouth with a fierce kiss, grinding his hips intently against his prey, swallowing his subsequent mewls. “I’ll take that… as a yes.” Breaking the kiss with a lowly purr, Jazz proceeded to pepper hot open - mouthed kisses down Red Alert’s throat, down over the smooth chest, pausing only to lap intently over the cool glass of his headlights, his hands forever moving over Red Alert’s hips, thumbs rubbing the seams of his panel with a silent demand.
“Ohh Primus!” Red Alert panted, his hands curling against the wall, looking for something to hold onto as Jazz drifted lower, leaving a hot tingling trail in his wake as he mouthed, bit and suckled at his plating. “Nngh… we shouldn’t… ohh my.”
Laughing softly against Red’s now hot plating, Jazz peered up at him as he dropped to his knees. “Oh but we should. We really should.”
“Holy!Frag!” Red Alert arched sharply, hands slapping against the wall, his panel opening obediently at Jazz’s ministrations. The black and white hummed at the sight and keeping his visor fixed on Red’s face he dipped low, nestling his helm between the mech’s legs and circled the entrance of his valve with his glossa, tasting the lubricant wetting the area.
“Mm, so hot for me already… Has it been so long, Red?” Jazz purred against his components, kissing his hot entrance, venturing higher, kissing over his still sheathed length, mouthing at the head with a hum.
“Nnnghh! S’good ohh…” Red Alert mumbled, his intakes catching as Jazz continued his seduction. His processor was racing, his sensor net sending firing rapidly over his body, fuelling his arousal. Jazz’s question barely registered in his audio and for the life of him Red couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so good.
“That’s it… let go, mech, enjoy yourself.” Jazz murmured, thoroughly enjoying the wanton, heated gasps and whimpers escaping the normally uptight and proper red and white. Taking it a step further, he wrapped his fingers around Red’s hot length, teasing it free, beginning to stroke it slowly as he mouthed and licked the head, humming lowly when he took the whole spike in his mouth and suckled playfully, sinking down over the throbbing component.
Red Alert trembled with sensation, barely able to contain his excitement as Jazz sucked and licked his length, his clever fingers dipping and circling his valve, smearing his entrance with his own essence as he toyed with the slick lining. The corridors filled with wanton moans and mewls of pleasure as Red Alert forgot all about protesting and rocked his hips into the delicious warmth of Jazz’s mouth, eliciting a soft grunt from the mech on his knees in front of him.
Jazz growled as his lust grew rapidly. He wanted more of this Red Alert, more of those sweet whimpers, he curled two digits inside the mech’s clenching valve, scissoring them rapidly, driving them deeper as his own arousal took over. Intakes panting, Jazz pulled his mouth free of the slick spike with a wet pop, licking his lips in full view of Red as the mech watched him with want written all over his face. He pressed a hand against Red’s midriff and began to pump his valve more intently, driving his digits deep against recessed sensor nodes, pulling almost free only to add a third finger, thrusting them repeatedly into the shaking, keening mech, covering his digits with Red’s arousal.
Slowing his movements, Jazz slipped his hands free and stood, grinning as Red’s engine revved hard for more. He ran his slick digits over Red’s mouth, dipping them inside, moaning when Red promptly suckled them eagerly, his glossa lapping up his own essence. “Ohh… so hot like this, Red.”
Red Alert bucked into Jazz, eager for more, uncaring that his components were exposed and they were in the middle of the corridor. His intakes panted harshly as Jazz pressed flush, pressing his hot panel against his hotter components, holding it there teasingly. “Oh please… Jazz please… don’t stop…” He begged shamelessly, his voice trembling with need as Jazz watched him as a cat would watch its’ next prey.
“Want me?”
“Oh yes, Primue yes!”
“You sure? M’far from gentle.”
“Jazz… please… I want you,” Red Alert panted, “frag me.” He groaned, writhing as Jazz flared his energy field over him, making his whole body tingle.
“As you wish, mech.” Jazz smirked, his panel sliding open on command. He rocked intently against the red and white who whimpered once more, grabbing a thigh, Jazz hitched one of Red’s legs over his hip, wrapping it around him as he lined up his hard spike against the slick, quivering entrance. Gripping Red’s aft tightly, Jazz lowered the mech over his length, growling low and wanton as the hot valve tightened about him, squeezing every inch of him. “Oh so tight… feels good, Red.”
Red Alert cried out desperately, his hands clutching at Jazz’s shoulders, his whole body shaking at the invasion. His valve ached and he couldn’t help the high keen escaping his ‘o’ shaped mouth as Jazz began to pump his length in time with his slow languid thrusts. Overwhelmed with aching, throbbing pleasure, Red moaned and panted with each drive of Jazz’s hips. The noise of their plating smacking against the wall echoed down the corridor as Jazz increased the force of his thrusts and it wasn’t long before the saboteur was driving aggressively into the red and white, grunting hard with each intent thrust, losing himself to the slick heat and pleasured sounds spilling from the captured security director.
Jazz pumped the hard length in his palm faster, picking up his pace, no longer practicing restraint as he pounded hard into the gasping, sobbing mech, his whole length swelling inside him as he felt his pleasure building rapidly at the friction of Red’s tight valve.
“Yes! Ahh frag YES!” Red Alert hollered to the ceiling, clinging to Jazz’s frame as his whole body rocked with the violent, rapid thrusts. His balance failed him and his leg gave way as pleasure coursed through him. Jazz was ready for it and grabbed him firmly, slamming him hard against the wall, not slowing his hard and fast thrusts as he growled low and hot against his throat.
Red Alert couldn’t take much more and he keened loudly, optics fading to darkness as he arched painfully, throwing his helm back and screaming his climax to the top of the Ark. Jazz’s engine revved at the sound and he pounded into the taut mech with abandon, relishing the tight valve clenching hard about him. His hand was slick with Red Alert’s transfluid and he slapped against the wall as he came hard inside the red and white mech, eliciting a choked scream from Red as transfluid burst from his spike, filling the throbbing valve.
Grunting with release, Jazz panted as his helm fell against Red’s shoulder, his systems whining with the strain of trying to cool him down. “Frag you're good.” He murmured, stealing a fierce kiss from the stunned and sated Red Alert. “Will have t’ catch you again, mech.” Jazz purred, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, before freeing his spike from the pleasant heat of Red Alert’s valve. He took in the sight of lubricant dripping from his spent length onto the floor, staining their plating and grinned. “C’mon, let me help ya back t’ your quarters.” Jazz wrapped an arm around Red’s waist before the mech slid to the ground and guided him to his room.
Red Alert only mumbled incoherently, a dreamy smile fixed on his faceplates as Jazz hacked his lock and gently led him to his berth. “Mech y’ really need t’ let go more.” Jazz chuckled to himself as he promptly cleaned them both up. Throwing the rag in the nearest incinerator shoot, Jazz turned back to berth, smiling warmly at the already recharging mech sprawled on its’ surface. “Mm, this is definitely one for the books.” The black and white hummed in satisfaction as he let himself out, locking the door behind him.
****
“Nnghh yes, frag, mmm JAAZZ!” Prowl shuddered, his fingers denting the edge of his desk, his door wings shuddering as he arched with the force of his climax, transfluid exploding into his mech’s eager mouth who hummed in surprise at the sudden overload.
Glancing down at the black helm, his hands shakily teasing a sensory horn, Prowl urged Jazz closer. The visored mech smirked smugly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You spoil me.” The tactician murmured in sated bliss, cupping his mech’s cheek, a thumb tracing the curve.
“Mm, I do don’t I?” Jazz’s grin widened. “Y’ want your present now?”
“That wasn’t it?” Prowl drew back a curious smirk tugging at his lips.
“Oh no… I have something much much more t’ your liking.” Jazz purred, taking hold of Prowl’s hand and tugging him towards their berth.
“You mean I get to see now?” Smiling at his mech, Prowl sat obediently and let Jazz open the connector panel on his arm, releasing his data cable. His optics flickered as Jazz plugged him into his own systems and settled over his lap, his fingers idly toying with the edges of his sensitive door panels. He watched as Prowl arched and shuddered, soft moans escaping his parted mouth, his door wings quivering as he took in the data stream of Jazz’s time with Red Alert.
Panting, Prowl gazed at his mech with a sly smirk. Jazz chuckled and nipped at the cables in his neck, dipping low to press a kiss to his Autobot emblem on his chest. “Good?”
“Oh… very good, very good indeed.”
Jazz’s visor flickered as Prowl’s engine revved hard and he could only yelp as the black and white suddenly wrapped his arms about him and flung him to the berth, pinning him there with his own bulk, door wings flaring out above him.
“How about I tell you what you should be doing?”
Jazz’s mouth fell open as Prowl proceeded to seduce him and he melted with pleasured bliss into his ministrations. “Oh Primus, yes.” He whispered heatedly as Prowl promptly had his wicked way with him.
****
Author:
wicked3659Prompt: Kink meme see link below
Verse: G1
Warnings: dub con, sticky, oral, mechxmech slash
written for: link to kink meme
“So… how did you get him to agree? I wouldn‘t have thought he was the type.”
“Wasn’t hard once he got into it.”
Prowl’s optics brightened and he pressed his mouth into a thin line as he leaned against the edge of his desk. “And the evidence?”
“Oh I have it.” Jazz grinned at him, “let me finish first.”
“Jazz, I said you don’t mmpff --”
“-- and I said… let me finish.”
Prowl nodded with the dark finger pressed to his lips, his engine revving subtly at Jazz’s lowly purr, eliciting another grin from his fellow black and white.
****
2 days earlier
“You have to go now?” Jazz frowned, folding his arms as Prowl broke the news to him.
Bowing his helm apologetically, Prowl reached for the smaller mech, brushing a thumb lightly over his forearm. “Prime insisted that I be the one to go, it shouldn’t be more than a couple of days.”
Jazz huffed slightly petulantly, letting Prowl pull him into his arms. “Me and Prime are going t’ have words.”
Chuckling and nuzzling his mech fondly, Prowl held him close. “I promise it won’t be that long, Jazz and it doesn’t have to be so bad… does it?”
Quirking an optic ridge at Prowl, Jazz tilted his helm curiously. “You mean…?”
“I do mean.” Prowl smirked, pressing a soft kiss to his audio, his voice low and sultry.
Shivering at the tone, Jazz’s smile widened as Prowl murmured something in his audio, his visor growing rapidly dark in arousal. Whining quietly as Prowl pulled away, Jazz’s fingers lingered in Prowl’s own before letting him go. The tactician swept out of the room, leaving Jazz with a revving engine and a devious smirk on his face plates.
****
It had been a long shift, not that Red Alert minded so much. It kept him away from others and he preferred being busy to having to socialise. He wasn’t really that comfortable in the company of others, one or two mechs was fine, only a select one or two for that matter. He got on well with Inferno and Prowl, occasionally Mirage but the likes of the twins or Ironhide and even the ever jovial Jazz were not mechs Red Alert would ever choose spending a great deal of time with. After venturing out of the monitoring room, the security director had so far managed to avoid the twins and was looking forward to collecting his energon and relaxing in his quarters for the night.
He walked quickly through the corridor, casting occasional glances behind him as he often did when he’d finished late. The last thing he needed was a mech sneaking up on him and trying to pull a prank. He turned a corner and suddenly stopped in his tracks. His sharp, ever suspicious audios were attuned to the slightest noise and Red Alert could have sworn he’d heard footsteps. Glancing up to the security camera in the corridor, he back tracked and peered round the corner and into the dimly lit corridor he’d just walked through. Hearing and seeing nothing, Red Alert forced himself to take a deep intake and relax. “You’re being ridiculous, it’s night shift, nobody is following you.” Nodding firmly to himself, Red Alert set off once more - his pace considerably quicker than before - towards his quarters.
He froze again just a corridor away from his room. He stared down the corridor, intakes hitching, he could make a run for it, there was definitely somebody following him. Offlining his optics for a klik, he frowned and clenched his fists, making himself go back a few steps and shout down the corridor. “This isn’t funny, I know you’re there!” He waited, not really expecting an answer. Turning on his heel he squeaked in surprise as Jazz grinned brightly at him.
“Hi! Someone bothering ya Red?”
“Bothering m…? No… Everything’s fine, Jazz. You should be on patrol.” Red replied haughtily, quickly overcoming his nerves as he pushed past the black and white. “If you’ll excuse me.”
A low growl sounded in Jazz’s throat, his sharp optics following the red and white as he brushed past him. “Love it when you’re all het up.”
“What?” Red Alert stared at Jazz, not quite believing what he’d just heard.
Taking a few steps towards the larger mech, Jazz purred audibly, a dark hand reaching out to run down the security director’s chest. “I said -- I love it when you’re het up. Go on… tell me somethin’ else I should be doin’.”
Backing off from the dark visored mech, Red Alert stammered, optics flicking down to the hand on his chest and back up to Jazz’s visor, fixated on him, looking him up and down. “Y--you shouldn’t be doing this!”
“Oh?” Jazz smirked suddenly grabbing the larger mech’s hips and tugging him flush to him. “Who says?”
Another squeak escaped from his vocaliser as he pushed at Jazz’s shoulders trying to escape the smaller mech’s grip only to elicit a wanton growl from the saboteur. “Jazz!” Red Alert yelped as he found himself suddenly slammed up against the cool wall, his plating scraping against the rivets at the sudden force. Intakes panting in astonishment, he stared at Jazz as the mech grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the wall either side of him. “Wha--what about Prowl?!”
A low amused chuckle was not the answer he’d hoped for and further protests died in his vocaliser as a hot mouth pressed firmly against his throat, a slick glossa sliding up cabling forcing a whimper to escape from his parted lips. “Jazz… ss--stop!”
Worrying thin cabling between his denta, lapping at the resulting scrape, Jazz’s engine revved as Red Alert squirmed and squeaked in his grasp. He pressed flush to the panting mech, gently pushing his leg between Red’s, parting them, dropping the mech‘s stance. His hands slid all the way up Red Alert’s arms and over his shoulders, slipping down over his chest to slowly circle headlights as he drew closer bringing his lips mere millimeters from Red’s own. “You really want me t’ stop, Red… seems t’ me like you could use a little… pick me up…”
“I uh… Jazz, this… it’s wrong.”
“How’s it wrong? Do y’ not want it…? Not want me?”
Red Alert fought back a moan at Jazz’s sultry purr, his lips moving over his own as he spoke. “Prowl…”
That smile again, it made Red Alert more nervous than the hand suddenly pressing against his embarrassingly hot panel, causing his intakes to stall. “Prowl’s not here is he?”
“B--but…”
“No buts… tell me…” Jazz licked along Red Alert’s jaw line, bringing their mouths close once more. He mouthed the security director’s lower lip, suckling it with a low hum, tugging at it with his denta as he pulled away. “Do you want this?” Putting emphasis on his words, Jazz dragged the heel of his palm over the smooth, heated metal of Red Alert’s panel, smirking as the red and white gasped and shivered.
“…Nngh Jazz…” Red Alert answered breathlessly, his optics flickering as his helm rocked back against the wall.
Smiling brightly, Jazz captured his parted mouth with a fierce kiss, grinding his hips intently against his prey, swallowing his subsequent mewls. “I’ll take that… as a yes.” Breaking the kiss with a lowly purr, Jazz proceeded to pepper hot open - mouthed kisses down Red Alert’s throat, down over the smooth chest, pausing only to lap intently over the cool glass of his headlights, his hands forever moving over Red Alert’s hips, thumbs rubbing the seams of his panel with a silent demand.
“Ohh Primus!” Red Alert panted, his hands curling against the wall, looking for something to hold onto as Jazz drifted lower, leaving a hot tingling trail in his wake as he mouthed, bit and suckled at his plating. “Nngh… we shouldn’t… ohh my.”
Laughing softly against Red’s now hot plating, Jazz peered up at him as he dropped to his knees. “Oh but we should. We really should.”
“Holy!Frag!” Red Alert arched sharply, hands slapping against the wall, his panel opening obediently at Jazz’s ministrations. The black and white hummed at the sight and keeping his visor fixed on Red’s face he dipped low, nestling his helm between the mech’s legs and circled the entrance of his valve with his glossa, tasting the lubricant wetting the area.
“Mm, so hot for me already… Has it been so long, Red?” Jazz purred against his components, kissing his hot entrance, venturing higher, kissing over his still sheathed length, mouthing at the head with a hum.
“Nnnghh! S’good ohh…” Red Alert mumbled, his intakes catching as Jazz continued his seduction. His processor was racing, his sensor net sending firing rapidly over his body, fuelling his arousal. Jazz’s question barely registered in his audio and for the life of him Red couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so good.
“That’s it… let go, mech, enjoy yourself.” Jazz murmured, thoroughly enjoying the wanton, heated gasps and whimpers escaping the normally uptight and proper red and white. Taking it a step further, he wrapped his fingers around Red’s hot length, teasing it free, beginning to stroke it slowly as he mouthed and licked the head, humming lowly when he took the whole spike in his mouth and suckled playfully, sinking down over the throbbing component.
Red Alert trembled with sensation, barely able to contain his excitement as Jazz sucked and licked his length, his clever fingers dipping and circling his valve, smearing his entrance with his own essence as he toyed with the slick lining. The corridors filled with wanton moans and mewls of pleasure as Red Alert forgot all about protesting and rocked his hips into the delicious warmth of Jazz’s mouth, eliciting a soft grunt from the mech on his knees in front of him.
Jazz growled as his lust grew rapidly. He wanted more of this Red Alert, more of those sweet whimpers, he curled two digits inside the mech’s clenching valve, scissoring them rapidly, driving them deeper as his own arousal took over. Intakes panting, Jazz pulled his mouth free of the slick spike with a wet pop, licking his lips in full view of Red as the mech watched him with want written all over his face. He pressed a hand against Red’s midriff and began to pump his valve more intently, driving his digits deep against recessed sensor nodes, pulling almost free only to add a third finger, thrusting them repeatedly into the shaking, keening mech, covering his digits with Red’s arousal.
Slowing his movements, Jazz slipped his hands free and stood, grinning as Red’s engine revved hard for more. He ran his slick digits over Red’s mouth, dipping them inside, moaning when Red promptly suckled them eagerly, his glossa lapping up his own essence. “Ohh… so hot like this, Red.”
Red Alert bucked into Jazz, eager for more, uncaring that his components were exposed and they were in the middle of the corridor. His intakes panted harshly as Jazz pressed flush, pressing his hot panel against his hotter components, holding it there teasingly. “Oh please… Jazz please… don’t stop…” He begged shamelessly, his voice trembling with need as Jazz watched him as a cat would watch its’ next prey.
“Want me?”
“Oh yes, Primue yes!”
“You sure? M’far from gentle.”
“Jazz… please… I want you,” Red Alert panted, “frag me.” He groaned, writhing as Jazz flared his energy field over him, making his whole body tingle.
“As you wish, mech.” Jazz smirked, his panel sliding open on command. He rocked intently against the red and white who whimpered once more, grabbing a thigh, Jazz hitched one of Red’s legs over his hip, wrapping it around him as he lined up his hard spike against the slick, quivering entrance. Gripping Red’s aft tightly, Jazz lowered the mech over his length, growling low and wanton as the hot valve tightened about him, squeezing every inch of him. “Oh so tight… feels good, Red.”
Red Alert cried out desperately, his hands clutching at Jazz’s shoulders, his whole body shaking at the invasion. His valve ached and he couldn’t help the high keen escaping his ‘o’ shaped mouth as Jazz began to pump his length in time with his slow languid thrusts. Overwhelmed with aching, throbbing pleasure, Red moaned and panted with each drive of Jazz’s hips. The noise of their plating smacking against the wall echoed down the corridor as Jazz increased the force of his thrusts and it wasn’t long before the saboteur was driving aggressively into the red and white, grunting hard with each intent thrust, losing himself to the slick heat and pleasured sounds spilling from the captured security director.
Jazz pumped the hard length in his palm faster, picking up his pace, no longer practicing restraint as he pounded hard into the gasping, sobbing mech, his whole length swelling inside him as he felt his pleasure building rapidly at the friction of Red’s tight valve.
“Yes! Ahh frag YES!” Red Alert hollered to the ceiling, clinging to Jazz’s frame as his whole body rocked with the violent, rapid thrusts. His balance failed him and his leg gave way as pleasure coursed through him. Jazz was ready for it and grabbed him firmly, slamming him hard against the wall, not slowing his hard and fast thrusts as he growled low and hot against his throat.
Red Alert couldn’t take much more and he keened loudly, optics fading to darkness as he arched painfully, throwing his helm back and screaming his climax to the top of the Ark. Jazz’s engine revved at the sound and he pounded into the taut mech with abandon, relishing the tight valve clenching hard about him. His hand was slick with Red Alert’s transfluid and he slapped against the wall as he came hard inside the red and white mech, eliciting a choked scream from Red as transfluid burst from his spike, filling the throbbing valve.
Grunting with release, Jazz panted as his helm fell against Red’s shoulder, his systems whining with the strain of trying to cool him down. “Frag you're good.” He murmured, stealing a fierce kiss from the stunned and sated Red Alert. “Will have t’ catch you again, mech.” Jazz purred, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, before freeing his spike from the pleasant heat of Red Alert’s valve. He took in the sight of lubricant dripping from his spent length onto the floor, staining their plating and grinned. “C’mon, let me help ya back t’ your quarters.” Jazz wrapped an arm around Red’s waist before the mech slid to the ground and guided him to his room.
Red Alert only mumbled incoherently, a dreamy smile fixed on his faceplates as Jazz hacked his lock and gently led him to his berth. “Mech y’ really need t’ let go more.” Jazz chuckled to himself as he promptly cleaned them both up. Throwing the rag in the nearest incinerator shoot, Jazz turned back to berth, smiling warmly at the already recharging mech sprawled on its’ surface. “Mm, this is definitely one for the books.” The black and white hummed in satisfaction as he let himself out, locking the door behind him.
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“Nnghh yes, frag, mmm JAAZZ!” Prowl shuddered, his fingers denting the edge of his desk, his door wings shuddering as he arched with the force of his climax, transfluid exploding into his mech’s eager mouth who hummed in surprise at the sudden overload.
Glancing down at the black helm, his hands shakily teasing a sensory horn, Prowl urged Jazz closer. The visored mech smirked smugly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You spoil me.” The tactician murmured in sated bliss, cupping his mech’s cheek, a thumb tracing the curve.
“Mm, I do don’t I?” Jazz’s grin widened. “Y’ want your present now?”
“That wasn’t it?” Prowl drew back a curious smirk tugging at his lips.
“Oh no… I have something much much more t’ your liking.” Jazz purred, taking hold of Prowl’s hand and tugging him towards their berth.
“You mean I get to see now?” Smiling at his mech, Prowl sat obediently and let Jazz open the connector panel on his arm, releasing his data cable. His optics flickered as Jazz plugged him into his own systems and settled over his lap, his fingers idly toying with the edges of his sensitive door panels. He watched as Prowl arched and shuddered, soft moans escaping his parted mouth, his door wings quivering as he took in the data stream of Jazz’s time with Red Alert.
Panting, Prowl gazed at his mech with a sly smirk. Jazz chuckled and nipped at the cables in his neck, dipping low to press a kiss to his Autobot emblem on his chest. “Good?”
“Oh… very good, very good indeed.”
Jazz’s visor flickered as Prowl’s engine revved hard and he could only yelp as the black and white suddenly wrapped his arms about him and flung him to the berth, pinning him there with his own bulk, door wings flaring out above him.
“How about I tell you what you should be doing?”
Jazz’s mouth fell open as Prowl proceeded to seduce him and he melted with pleasured bliss into his ministrations. “Oh Primus, yes.” He whispered heatedly as Prowl promptly had his wicked way with him.
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