Rated M for sticky...and not the candy kind :p
The music flowed when Prowl walked into his home, the beat soothing to listen to as he made his way up to his berthroom where his little maestro would be. He kept his gait slow and steady as he casually made his way up his stairs and closer to the music.
The other was always compliant with his demands and did not mind when the moment took him, though he rarely voiced them as he saw action to be better than words. His maestro didn't care and seemed to enjoy it more than anything if the knowing smiles he always gave Prowl were anything to go by.
He loved his little maestro and thought him to be quite the find among the artistical bots of Polyhex. Prowl called him little, but the bot was only a mere half a helm shorter than himself.
The music changed slightly to be a bit more upbeat as the other experimented with mixing sounds, which is how Prowl found him. Sometimes the other would even sing with his music and Prowl loved to just sit and listen, though today he didn't plan to just sit and listen, no he had other plans in mind.
His maestro didn't even glance in his direction when Prowl walked in and made sure to close the door and lock it. No one would disturb them, though most wouldn't try, knowing how he got when he was interrupted in the middle of something important. And to Prowl, that something was very important.
He smiled as he made his predatory approach to the busy mech sprawled on his front across their round berth, holographic screens surrounded him as he flickered back and forth to each one. How he loved to watch his mech enjoy himself while busy at work.
The Praxian smiled behind his maestro as he crawled onto the berth and stopped behind the other's knees to spread them casually so that he could nestle between them. The other didn't even glance back and just spread his thighs, snapped his panel back, and got into a more comfortable position, his focus completely on his music.
Prowl moved his servos to hold onto the other's hips, his arms hooked under the spread legs so he could maneuver them however he pleased. Lightly his pressed his glossa flat against the other's valve entrance and licked up to let it dip inside for a second before he repeated the action.
His maestro tried to wiggle his hips but Prowl kept him still. He'd known the other would try that which is why he'd positioned his frame the way he had.
After a few more moments of torture to his maestro Prowl finally sat up and made sure to lift the other's hips with him so that his aft was in the air and faceplates pressed into the berth. He wouldn't keep him in that position for long as the Praxian liked to see his maestros face in pleasure once he broke through that busy processor.
The music changed again to fit the mood better as the other turned to face him, though remained supine across their berth, legs spread to either side of Prowl's own.
Prowl did not stare for long as he could do so anytime he wanted and was quick to sink into the other. His servos pinned the other's servos to either side of the other's helm as their pelvis units brushed against each other. The lovely arch the other made when Prowl brushed those hidden nodes always had Prowl slow his pace as he made sure to rub his spike around the bundle of nodes as he slowly pulled out to extend the other's pleasure.
His maestro wasn't bad either. When the other wanted something he knew very well how to manipulate his walls to squeeze Prowl just right or to retract them and give Prowl barely anything. The other knew how to wear Prowl out and make him do what he wanted but this time he chose to go easy on him.
Prowl could feel the other's walls spasm in building overload and zaps of electricity race through him and to Prowl's spike. His pace increased as the build up of heat became too much. He groaned as he snapped his hips forward and released streams of transfluid into the other.
The Praxian slumped but remained upright and rested his weight on his arms after he released the others. He looked down to watch the other lie there beneath him and pant with unreleased charge.
Prowl knew he hadn't overloaded as his maestro always seemed to need a bit more which Prowl was more than happy to give, after all it was his favorite part of the entire activity.
He moved one servo down to rub softly and then roughly over the other's anterior node. The faces his maestro made were beautiful to him and he couldn't help but let out a sigh as the other finally overloaded. The other's walls squeezed his limp spike harshly up until the moment he pulled out completely to let his and his maestro's fluids flow thickly out in multicolored hues.
Prowl brushed a servo over his spent loves face and swiped his other servos digits through the colored fluids between them. He brought the digits up to his optics to examine better the blue, pink and violet hues, always marveling at the colors and thinking it a fitting trait of one of Polyhex's artistically inclined. He inhaled the fluids intoxicating scent then licked it from his servo digits and purred at the taste; after all, this was his favorite part.