Blurr sped off down the halls with the jettwins racing after him.
"Oh, Bluurr~" They heard a femme's voice coming from a room they raced by.
Blurr blinked and stepped back to see who was calling him. He looked into the room to see a pretty light green femme beckoning him into the room. The room had two other femmes in there and one mech who was passed out on a couch. The jettwins peaked into the room too.
"Hey there, my name's Teal. How about you come sit over here, I've got a present to give to you, birthday boy." She mused.
Blurr smiled nervously but walked into the room. The jettwins looked at each other, "Uh well then Sir Blurr, we will find the others! You go and get your present from the nice femme." They smirked to themselves as they took off down the hall again.
Blurr ignored them, "W -what kind-of-present-exactly?" Blurr asked but the green femme put a digit to his mouth, "Shh , just drink this and relax, you'll see very soon." She cooed.
The Jettwins laughed as they ran down the halls together.
"Looks like Sir Blurr is going to get his very first lap dance!" Jetfire said.
"Yes, yes very nice!" Jetstorm agreed.
Jazz rumbled his engine, pushing his heated codpiece into Prowl's, keeping his optics locked on Optimus's the entire time. The ninjabot bucked and mewled, faceplates flushed with embarrassment.
"Jaa~azz" Prowl growled, servos flying up to grasp at the white and black bot's shoulders. Jazz pressed their mouths together in a heated kiss, loving the taste of the other 'bot on his glossa. Bumblebee moaned low behind them, one servo sliding over his pressurized spike, the other plunging into his port. The yellow minibot rolled onto his back, looking up at Optimus.
"He-hey Boss Bot."
The prime's optics flew wide as his cooling fans sputtered on. The little 'bot made quite the enticing picture laying there, barred to the world.
"Bu-Bumblebee." Optimus stammered, "What-?"
"Jazz an' Prowl are ignoring me." Bee pouted, still working his interface.
"I-" Optimus's optics flickered over to the pair. Jazz's mouth had moved down to Prowl's neck and he was mouthing the cables. Prowl had apparently giving up on fighting as his head was thrown back to give Jazz batter access and his servos were running up and down the other ninjabot's back, finding wires there to tweak.
"I can see that."
A touch on his legs made him tear his gaze away from the pair to glance down. Bee was kneeling in front of him, a trail of lubricants on the floor clearly showing his progress across the floor.
"Boss Bot." Bumblebee murmured before laving his glossa along the prime's codpiece. Optimus gasped, struggling to remain standing as his legs trembled.
Jazz purred into Prowls neck, "You're givin' in... hmm... I knew you would eventually..." Jazz cooed, sliding his own armor up exposing his arousal, "Though that astro-disiac sure helped… mmm…" he teased the other ninja bot with his words, sliding against the others still closed armor.
Prowls visor glowed and flickered.
"Th-that's it!" Prowl growled, toppling over Jazz onto the floor, "Don't... tease me…" he said, rubbing against Jazz's sensitive armor and clicking open his own.
Jazz leaned his head back gasping, grabbing Prowl, "Finally~"
Jazz purred wrapping his legs around Prowl as he flipped them over so he was in control again. Prowl fought back but stopped, taking in air sharply as Jazz slid against him, teasingly.
Optimus looked away, embarrassed and at a loss of what to do as Bumblebee tried to seduce him. Even though he was slightly drunk from earlier, at least he could think fairly straight.
"Um... Bumblebee... let's get you to a room so you can sleep it off-" Optimus started but was cut off as Bumblebee pounced on him, kissing him sloppily. He could feel the warmth from the other's armor seeping into his and found himself frozen with shock but soon melted into relaxation after Bumblebee started teasing his mouth.
Blurr winced, his face plates warming as Teal had his back faced to him, rubbing herself against his front.
"Let's get you warmed up, sweetspark~" she turned her head back to face him, her face flushed as she got him hotter and hotter. Blurr leaned back into his chair, dazed with his rising temperature. Teal turned around gracefully, her interfacing array exposed to him, Blurr let out a small moan as she started grinding her wet heat against his warming panel. Teal moaned too.
"Ooh... your armor is so smooth... ah... am I getting you... hmm... hotter ? " she mused. The speedster felt himself hardening as she continued her job. He couldn't believe this was even happening. This creation day was sure a special one.
Teal's beautiful faceplates glowed with heat and Blurr was taking air rapidly through his vents to keep him cool, his optics dazed and his mouth parted, his face flustered even more every time he looked at her working against him.
"Ah... huh...h-how about you open up for me… Blurry... ah... mm…?" she asked him, panting. Blurr had his head leaned back, overwhelmed with heat. He leaned his head forward slowly, nodding. He gasped, finally clicking open his panel showing his aching hardness underneath. The femme seemed satisfied, looking down she smiled cutely, "Oh.. I'm sorry , I should have asked you earlier... you're a good size... hmm… let's help you with this, shall we?"
Blurr looked down, more flustered than ever as he saw and felt her slowly slide down onto his length, gasping as she connected with him.
Teal leaned her head back, moaning and she started riding him. Blurr sank back into the chair, letting out quiet moans and gasps as she went faster, then teased him again sliding slowly up and down. Teal arched her back backwards, and Blurr gasped at the new angle. The femme then leaned slowly forwards again thrusting herself down onto him arching her back up. Blurr felt on edge, she was practically milking him with transfluid and hers was mixing with his. Teal brought him closer and closer to overload then stopped suddenly taking herself off of him. Blurr moaned with confusion and over stimulation but then gasped as she just turned around back facing him and connecting with him once again, her back pressing against his chest plates. Blurr growled and moaned as she let out Cybertronian curses and moans of pleasure.
"Ooh ah! Y-you feel so good inside me Blurr -gah!" she arched her back into him riding him hard. Blurr shuttered his optics, lips parted in a silent gasp. She twisted and moaned until she finally got him to overload hard. Blurr leaned his head back, crying out, thrusting his own hips into hers as he rode out his overload. She overloaded right after him, moaning loudly and thrusting down onto him one last time and felt his fluid fill her. They both panted for a few moments when she finally let out a purr of pleasure, leaning forward she slowly slid herself off of him. Blurr let out a long relaxing sigh, one of his optics closed and one partly open. She stretched her herself and then walked by one of the other femmes who handed her a pink cloth, giving her a wink. Teal made her way back, her optics dazed. She cleaned their selves up and closed their panels with a click. Blurr was still slouched into the chair, smiling slightly, his face still heated.
She sighed, "Well… I hope you enjoyed your creation day present, sweetspark! It was a pleasure" she said, then leaning down to his audio receiver, "Consider yourself lucky... I always charge credits... and actually, I have never felt such passion with my other clients... let's say I have quite a liking for you... happy creation day, perhaps we can do this again sometime." she cooed, kissing him at the corner of his mouth, she walked into one of the backrooms, walking gracefully. Blurr touched the place where she kissed him and shuttered his optics.
"P-Primus..." was all he could say.
Prowl purred, engine rumbling against Jazz's where the cyberninja was pressed flush to him. An all-consuming heat was spreading through his lines, searing away all logic and inhibitions. Talented white digits dipped into his hip seams and he gasped and bucked, writhing beneath Jazz. A palm cupped Prowl's codpiece, insistently rubbing and fondling, trailing fingers though the trace amounts of lubricant that was leaking around Prowl's plating. Jazz drew his servo away, smirking at the whine of loss from Prowl as he brought his servo up to his mouth to lap the fluid off his digits.
"Mmmm, Prowler." The cyberninja purred, "You taste delicious." Jazz licked his lip plates, "Open up."
Prowl squirmed as he slid his panel open, gasping as the cool air rushed his port and quickly pressurizing spike.
"Theeeere we go." Jazz rumbled, scooting back and dropping to his elbows, faceplate between Prowl's lubricant stained thighs, "Let's see now."
Jazz pressed forward, glossa delving into Prowl's port. The black and gold mech cried out, arching his hips into the other cyberninja, servos flying to grasp at his helm.
"Ja-Jazz!" Prowl choked out, "Oh Primus!"
The ninjabot smirked, trailing his glossa up from Prowl's port to the base of his spike, licking his way up as he plunged two fingers into Prowl's port without preamble. Prowl shrieked and arched, thrusting his hips into Jazz's eager fingers and mouth. The black and white mech lapped around the head of Prowl's spike before taking the whole thing in. Prowl moaned and gasped, shuddering as Jazz drew off his spike, only to take it in again. Head bobbing, Jazz set a steady rhythm, matched by the thrusting of his fingers in Prowl's port.
"Jazz- Jazz!" Prowl managed to gasp out, "I- I'm going to-"
Jazz drew off Prowl's spike long enough to grin, "Go ahead," before swallowing it back down, never breaking optic contact.
Prowl screamed as he overloaded, heat flooding him, lubricant pouring out of his port and transfluid shooting out of his spike, down Jazz's throat. The cyberninja eagerly swallowed it all and brought his lubricant coated fingers up to lick clean.
"Delicious." He smirked down at a gasping Prowl, crawling up to press their mouths together. Prowl moaned as he tasted himself.
"Well," Jazz trailed his servos over Prowl's abdomen and hips, "That was a good warm up."
"Frag that was hot." Bumblebee muttered from where he was seated, pressed up against Optimus. The red and blue 'bot was inclined to agree, not that he had any desire to announce it like Bee had. The yellow minibot's back was flush to Optimus' chest, giving them both an excellent view of the spectacle that was Jazz and Prowl. Optmus' panel opened with an almost inaudible click as Jazz moved to straddle Prowl again. Bumblebee cooed, placing his servos on Optimus' thighs as he lifted himself to rub his dripping port over the tip of the red and blue mech's rapidly extending spike. Optimus gasped, jerking his hips slightly into the movement. With a rumbling of his engine, Bee let himself drop, impaling himself on Optimus. The 'bots gasped as one, Bee as the thick spike filled him completely, brushing up against so many sensor nodes in the most wonderful way possible and Optimus as the tight, wet heat of Bumblebee's port engulfed him.
"Oooh, Boss Bot." Bumblebee moaned, port clenching around the mech's spike. Optimus gasped in response, jerking his hips up. The prime ran his servos over Bumblebee's thighs, optics flickering between the yellow 'bot and the scene Jazz and Prowl were making across the room.
"Look at 'em, Prowler." Jazz dipped his helm to murmur in Prowl's audio, but Optimus still caught the words, "Can't keep their optics off you." He bit down on the black and gold mech's shoulder, eliciting a cry as Prowl tilted his helm to gaze at Bee and Optimus. The ninjabot shuddered, though whether that was because of the sight he was greeted with or because of Jazz's continued touches, Optimus wasn't sure.
"'Cause you're so slagging hot like this." Jazz growled, servos running up and down Prowl's sides as his glossa mapped out the ninjabot's chasiss.
Bumblebee whined, wriggling in Optimus' lap as he pushed himself up and let himself drop again, crying out as their hips connected.
Optimus decided to make things easier for Bee, tilting until the minibot fell forward with a cry, throwing his arms out to stop his faceplate from hitting the floor, groaning at the new angle of Optimus' spike in his port as the prime leaned over him, pressing soft kisses to his neck cables. Bumblebee pressed his hips backwards and Optimus eagerly met him thrust for thrust.
"Ja-Jazz!" Prowl whimpered, tugging on the other mech's hips, trying to pull them, and more importantly, his spike, down. Jazz smirked against Prowl's lips.
"Yes, Prowl?"
"P-please!" Prowl gasped, bucking his hips, "Jazz! I-"
"Please what, sweetspark?" Jazz ran his fingers over Prowl's chevron, dipping to allow his spike to just trace the rim of Prowl's port. Prowl howled, thrashing under Jazz.
"Want- want your spike!" Prowl panted, servos scrabbling at the cyberninja's shoulders, "Jazz- please!"
"Oh? Want my spike how?" Jazz smirked in Prowl's audial, lapping at it between words, "Want it soft and excruciatingly slow? Or hard and fast until you can't remember your own name for screaming mine?"
"Oh- oh Primus!" Prowl writhed, "Do-don't care! Just fragging take me already!"
"Well," Jazz grinned, "Since you asked so nicely." He pressed their lips together once again, jerking his hips forward to impale Prowl. The ninjabot broke off the kiss to shriek, hips bucking and jerking into Jazz's.
"Jazz! Oh Primus, yes! Jazz!"
The black and white mech gasped as he pulled out of Prowl before thrusting back in, setting a rapid pace.
"Frag, Prowl, you're tight! Feels so good!"
Prowl mewled as he reached up to wrap his arms around Jazz's neck, pulling him down for another searing kiss.
