Inspired by Stop Calling by plantman-exe. Look at it. It's hot.However, is a minor change. In the drawing, they're femmes. Not here.
Jazz didn't know howthis happened. No, wait, he did.
Prowl had been overly stressed recently, and, to help relieve said stress, Jazz had gotten a hold of a roll of police tape and stockings made of interlaced steel cable, the finished product resembling fishnet. He strung the tape around their quarters, except for a long strip that remained in obsidian hands.
When Jazz's bondmate finished his shift, the saboteur put on the stockings and turned his music player on.
Hello,hello,baby;
Youcalled,Ican'thearathing.
The door opened, and Prowl stepped in, only to freeze. Jazz gave the tactician a moment to take in the scene so he wouldn't glitch, then started dancing.
Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna talk anymore!
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor.
With several well-choreographed motions, Jazz had the both of them tangled in the police tape. He dragged Prowl to their berth, pulling the SIC on top of him. "Your choice, lover," Jazz whispered in his audio.
Prowl moaned, hips rocking forward, freeing his pressurized spike. It was Jazz's turn to groan, valve cover opening. The two connected, and there was sweet, electric bliss.
Jazz's valve was hot, tight, and clenching, and Prowl cried out at the same time as the saboteur. Prowl pulled out to the tip, and thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt and feeling his spike brush against deeply-hidden sensor nodes.
Jazz screeched, static lacing the pleasured sound. Upon realizing his hands were idle, he set them to work, reaching up to caress Prowl's doorwings with a low-level magnetic field. The Praxian squirmed as the most sensitive part of his anatomy was exploited against him.
It became a contest, a challenge to see who could get whom to overload first. Ravished sensors and friction from Prowl's spike led to the opening of spark casings, and the two were filled with an overwhelming pleasure-pain.
Jazz was caught, and never letting this beautiful mech get away from him. Not when he felt such a unadulterated love for Prowl. And the fan-fraggin'-tastic overloads were just an added bonus.
Suckish, suckish, suckish...