Wooo more pornnn!

For MoonWallker, who requested more :3

Jazz was totally and utterly insatiable, much to the annoyance of Prowl.

Prowl was due to be having a meeting with Optimus about the amount of energon on the base when Jazz saw fit to sit under his desk between his legs.

"Jazz that is not appropriate-"

"Relax, Prowler! What's the worst Ah can do?"

"This meeting is classified, you may be third in command however you are not meant to be here."

"Ah won't tell."

"That's not the point!"

Jazz just chuckled, and the door chimed. Glaring at Jazz, Prowl sent the command for the door to open allowing their leader entrance.

"Good morning, Prowl."

"Good morning sir." Prowl replied, standing up. Jazz had to hold back his sound of alarm as Prowl aimed a knee at his face.

As soon as Prowl sat down again, Jazz immediately got to work. He walked his digits up the length of one leg, starting at the pede, and he stopped when he hit where the leg met the hip. He repeated it for the other leg. Prowl didn't even twitch. Oookay then, next tactic.

He ran both his hands along the length of his thighs, and when he reached his hip joint he gently wriggled his fingers in and started stroking the circuits he found there. That drew a startled gasp from Prowl and a concerned question from the Prime. Prowl quickly passed it off as a strange sensation on his doorwings and they moved on.

That reaction was more promising.

Digging his digits in deeper, he lit up sensors Prowl almost forgot he had. If the CO wasn't in the room, Jazz was sure Prowl would have let out a moan. Jazz nuzzled his panel, wich was starting to feel a little warm much to his delight and Prowls well-hidden horror.

Jazz slowly drew his digits out of his hip joints and instead started to massage his thighs. By now, Prowl would have just crossed his legs like the many other times Jazz had done this, however Jazz himself was now in the way.

::Jazz, stop::

::Stop what?::

::Don't make me pull rank::

Silkily, Jazz stopped and pulled away. As fun as this was, the brig was not a cheery place and Prowl wasn't there. All he had for company was a grouchy prison drone.

::Spoil sport::

::I'm in a meeting::

::Hasn't stopped us before – definitely hasn't stopped Optimus before!::

::No::

Jazz had never failed to be amazed by Prowls ability to have multiple conversations at the same time. He hadn't faltered once in this meeting with Optimus, despite Jazz's distractions.

As desperate as Jazz was to challenge that, Prowl would keep his threat of the brig and put him in there even if he had a charge built. Following that, he'd refuse to interface for vorns.

Not too keep on that idea, Jazz settled himself down for a long wait.

Jazz wasn't sure when he fell into recharge, but the sound of Prowls chair scraping back jolted him awake.

Optimus was leaving.

A delighted grin split Jazz's face. Perfect.

He feigned recharge as Prowl knelt down when the prime was gone. "Jazz?" He said gently. Jazz refused to even twitch, keeping his intakes even. He felt Prowl stroke his face with the back of his hand and plant a kiss on his forehelm before be stood back up and pulled his chair forwards towards him so he could sit down and continue working.

Jazz smiled a little. Despite what the others said, Prowl did know how to charm a mech.

He waited a little while before crawling closer to Prowl.

He was sat in the same position as before, pedes planted firmly on the ground with knees apart, leaving his hips wide open to attack.

How inviting.

He crawled into the gap, carefully making sure he didn't accidentally brush against him before he leant forwards. He was careful not to exhale and alert Prowl of his presence in their incredibly compromising position.

When he was sure he was close enough to not be pushed away, he opened his mouth and licked Prowls panel, causing Prowl to jump a good ten centimetres and release a startled yelp.

"Primus, Jazz!"

Jazz burst out laughing.

"I thought you were asleep- ooh" he moaned as Jazz started stroking the cables in his hips again, smirking.

"Ya really know how ta charm a mech, Prowler."

He seemed to blush, and immediately looked away. "You weren't meant to see that." He quietly replied. Jazz nuzzled the joint where his hip and leg met, extending his glossa to lick at the cables. Prowl gasped, pushing his hips forward slightly.

"Ah liked it" He mumbled into the cables, wriggling his digits in further. Prowl moaned again, pressing into the touch. His panel was starting to heat up rapidly, and much to Prowls mortification his spike housing was starting to feel a little tight.

"We shouldn't be doing this, I... I'm on shift" He said almost breathlessly.

"Ya need ta relax, Prowler."

Jazz gently slid his digits out of Prowls hip joint, and started pressing kisses to Prowls panel as he massaged his thighs. Prowl was twitching and gasping, his doorwings splayed out and fluttering. Jazz took a snapshot of the flustered Prowl for... later use.

Prowls panel snapped open to reveal his spike, and Jazz wasted no time in licking up its entire length. Prowl groaned, head lolling backwards slightly. Jazz grinned, tongue flickering out over the slip. Prowl gasped, hips jerking upwards involuntarily. "Jazz!"

Any further complaint Prowl had about Jazz was stopped before it had reached the tip of his tongue by Jazz sliding as much of his length as he could into his mouth. Jazz moaned around his length, starting to paw at his own heating panel. It clicked open with a small click, and he immediately dipped a digit in, circling around the rim before pushing it in deeper and stimulating sensors.

Sensing Prowl was becoming a little impatient, Jazz started licking and sucking on his spike, bobbing his helm up and down along his length.

Prowl was panting, trying incredibly hard to not start thrusting into his lovers mouth and was groaning with every swirl his lovers glossa made along the length of his spike. Much to his dismay, Jazz drew off all too soon however he was rewarded with a sight that made him growl in approval. Jazz, sitting underneath his desk, legs splayed open giving his lover a nice view of his valve which was dripping lubricant everywhere. His lover was gently thrusting in two digits, panting and moaning. He was moaning Prowls name like a mantra, never taking his optics away from his partners.

"Prowler Ah – ooohhh..." He moaned, finding a sweet spot and bucking into the touch. Prowl felt desire and arousal blaze through his circuits, making his spite twitch and a bead of transfluid ran down the length of his spike. Jazz shuddered at the predatory look Prowl was giving him, anticipating the moment when Prowls control broke.

"Please" Jazz whimpered, canting his hips upwards towards Prowl and drawing his digits out. Prowl shifted his chair back and patted his lap, moving his legs open wider. Jazz scrambled out from under the desk and settled himself onto Prowls lap so that their equipment ground together deliciously.

Prowl grabbed onto Jazz's thighs and began to grind their hips together, revelling in the needy whines and moans Jazz released. He growled possessively in Jazz's audial, making him shudder.

"Ah need ya" the saboteur moaned into Prowls audial, and the tactician was only too happy to give his lover what he wanted. Lifting Jazz up so that they were properly aligned, he gently lowered him down onto his spike and released a long, deep, rich moan. With a drawn out cry, Jazz's valve fluttered and clenched around his length, creating a pleasurable sensation.

They crushed their lips together and began massaging them against each other, Jazz wrapping his arms around Prowls neck to deepen it and provide some stability.

Prow began to rock his hips upwards, gently thrusting into the mech in his lap. They swallowed the others moans, their fans blasting out hot air in a desperate attempt to cool their rapidly heating systems while Prowl began to pick up the pace.

Jazz desperately wanted to start thrusting down and meeting him halfway, however his lovers hands on his thighs weren't letting him. He whined, one arm unwrapping from his neck to intertwine their hands together. He broke the kiss, panting heavily. "Prowler, please" he moaned, wriggling his hips to reiterate his statement. Prowl breathlessly purred at the sensation, removing his hands from his thighs and relocating them to his waist.

With a sob of pleasure, Jazz began meeting Prowls thrusts halfway, his visor flickering white every time their hips crashed together. He began moaning his name again, arching his back and throwing his helm backwards in pleasure. He heard Prowl growl before he felt himself behind pressed against the desk, his lover bracing himself with an arm above his helm.

Prowl purred into Jazz's audial; "I hope you know what you've gotten yourself into."

Jazz shuddered and moaned, a fresh rush of lubricant slickening him further. "Do your worst" he whispered, brushing his digits along Prowls doorwings and releasing a mag pulse. Prowl pushed their mouths together, brushing his glossa along Jazz's bottom lip. Jazz didn't hesitate to open his mouth and allow Prowl entry, groaning when their glossas tangled together.

Prowl placed the hand that wasn't bracing him on Jazz's hip and suddenly began to slam his hips forwards, giving Jazz no warning at all. Jazz cried out, hooking his legs around Prowls hips, being able to do nothing more than cling onto him and scream his name.

"Shh" Prowl purred, nibbling on an audial horn, "They'll hear you."

Jazz whimpered before a particularly hard thrust struck a sensor at the back of his valve and had him whiting out, overloading with an impressive scream of his lovers name.

Prowl overloaded with him, snarling in Jazz's audial and releasing inside of his lover. His arm nearly gave out, but he stubbornly refused to collapse on his partner. He drew out, a wet sound following as the mixture of his transfluid and Jazz's lubricant spilled out of the valve and onto the desk, some making it onto the floor.

He collapsed back into his chair, his fans still working hard and watched as Jazz recovered from his high.

"We really need ta do this more often" Jazz said once he had recovered enough to form a coherent sentence. Prowl rolled his optics and handed Jazz a cleaning rag.

"I need to finish more work before my shift ends." He replied, cleaning himself already. Jazz grinned, knowing fully that he was the reason Prowl never finished as much work as he used to.

"Ya love it."

"You know I do."

This one was first simply because I had already started the one shot, I just expanded it.

Continuation of chapter two next, as per request

You don't even want to know how many times I wrote 'mother' instead of 'lover', I'm ashamed of myself.

~Llama