A moment.....
For crnkysnapdragon
World: G1
Rating: M !!!
Warnings: sticky! (plus a lot of corny fluff!)
Disclaimer: I don't own TF!
AN : For crnkysnapdragon. *hugs* I'm so sorry it took me so long to post it! It's been ready and on my comp for almost a week now but life's been a little hectic! Thank you so much for your kind gift! This is the least I could do for you! You wanted some angst or sticky? Well, how about a cute little sticky scene! I do hope you like it! ^^
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Prowl smiled fondly as he entered his and Jazz's shared quarters. The saboteur was lying on his front, head tucked in his arms, as his system hummed in the quiet of the room.
Prowl knew Jazz was deep in his recharge because the bond was very quiet - strong and open, but missing it's daily activity it usually possessed. The saboteur had just been given the all clear by Ratchet from his latest mission. Even thought he sustained minor injuries, the visored mech had barely gotten any recharge during that time. Jazz was so tired he actuality fell asleep while Ratchet was still working on him. Thus prompting the medic to force the spy to take a couple of day's leave to recuperate properly.
Neither Jazz nor Prowl objected.
Jazz slowly on lined when he felt pressure on his back. Light touches here and there, strokes, brushes...someone was gently massaging him. He smiled when he felt the presence of his bonded sitting on him while his hands worked wonders on his systems.
He shifted his head, no longer tucked between his arms, that now lay beside his body. Prowl leaned and gently kissed an audio horn, not stopping his ministration on Jazz's back. He built a pathway of kisses over the horn and made his way to the jaw line. The saboteur turned his head ever so lightly but it was just enough for Prowls lips to land on his.
The kiss lasted long, each enjoying the presence of the other. So lost were they in the kiss that Prowl stopped his caressing and focused all of his attention in the kiss. Jazz hummed when he felt Prowl lick his lower lip, seeking entrance. He didn't have to wait long as two glossas engaged in a dance learned so long ago.
Not braking contact Jazz shifted again so the bigger form of Prowl was straddling his lap. Prowl assisted in the shifting and once settled in a comfortable position he intertwined his fingers with Jazz's as the kiss deepened. Jazz mewed in pleasure and gladly swallowed a moan from Prowl.
Prowl released his bonded's hands and they immediately found they're way to his back and sensor door wings. With his hands now free, he cupped Jazz face and sucked on his lower lip. Jazz squirmed when Prowl started lowering his kisses over his jaw line and eventually every pressure point and hot spot on the smaller black and white throat was found and teased.
Jazz did not remain idle - his hands were producing those magnetic vibration that if used right, could drive Prowl crazy with lust. Fortunately (or more like unfortunately) Jazz knew perfectly where to use a stronger pulse, where a lower setting was needed, where just a light touch without EMP could make Prowl growl in pleasure and desire.
They shifted again, Prowl no longer straddling his lap but between Jazz's thighs (that locked around Prowl middle, pulling him closer) Prowl again found his way to Jazz's lips, but this time his hands started playing with the seams between his bond mates armor, making him squirm every once and awhile.
They're fans where working overtime, trying to cool the boiling frames, as two sparks started to spin faster and faster, seeking contact and where ready to burst right trough their chest plates. After a few come gentle (and maddening at the same time) touches over sensor horns and wings, the desire grew to unbearable highs and before Jazz knew it, Prowl was between his legs, lightly teasing his interface cover.
Jazz gasped as cool air and glossa assaulted his valve once the cover was removed. Not a word was said between the two black and whites, but they didn't need to talk. Only heated moans and gasps filled the silence of the room.
Jazz released Prowl from his legs to give him better access and hissed in pleasure when he felt a finger being inserted. He wanted Prowl so much right now. He wanted to make him feel this good (and better) as well. There wasn't a greater satisfaction for Jazz, then pleasing his mate.
Prowl felt the same.
A second finger joined the first and Prowl expertly stretched and teased his lovers valve, lubricant coating his fingers. Jazz's visor darkened to a deep indigo as he watched his mate lick his fingers clean and then insert them again. Prowls own optics were a more richer shade of blue as his arousal grew exponentially by the mere sigh and sounds Jazz produced. And the thought that he was bringing so much pleasure to his bonded made the tactician tremble with want.
A gentle yet desperate caress over his helm was all Prowl needed to know that Jazz was barely holding (not that he was in a better state). Jazz watched with hunger as Prowls spike was uncovered and just the thought of were it would be seated made Jazz's overtaxed vents hitch.
What surprised Jazz was that Prowl firmly lifted him in one strong pull and the two were seated in front one another, interface components pulsing no longer with desire but need. They engaged in another deep kiss, glossas playing and teasing each other, only this time Jazz could taste himself (which only resulted in more heat to emit from his body).
Lips not parting, Prowl placed his hands beneath Jazz's aft and lifted him with ease. They swallowed each others moans of pure bliss as Prowl was fully seated in Jazz. The smaller black and white locked his legs around Prowls middle again, driving him deeper. That simple movement resulted in brushed seams and the bonded pair released lust filled hisses.
Prowl urged Jazz to move up and down. His mate started imminently, the thought of pleasing and being pleased at the same time, along with a drugging feeling of love that made their processors spin, filled the bond between them. Every time Jazz would slide down, Prowl would push up in perfect rhythm.
Jazz had the perfect access to Prowls wings and again renewed his assault on them. While Prowl, still clinging the smaller mech so he wont fall over, pulled him closer and used his glossa to tease the seams hidden beneath Jazz's bumper.
It wasn't long before all coherent thoughts were lost and just the primitive need was all that was left. They were approaching climax and some time during their aroused state Jazz was again lying on his back with Prowl pounding the world out of him.
A desperate whimper filled the now hot air in the room and Prowl kissed Jazz, silencing his mate. On mutual agreement (if possible in their state) chest plates opened, revealing to the bonded pair the very essence of their love. Because hidden behind the spark chamber stood everything that made Prowl and everything that was Jazz.
Jazz lifted a trembling hand and with he utmost care brushed his fingers over the chamber holding his mates spark. Prowl shuddered in the contact and leaned forward, where he placed a gentle kiss over Jazz's chamber, making him squirm for the hundred time tonight.
Slowly, too slowly for their taste, the chambers opened and the dimmed room was filled with light. Tendrils from Jazz's light blue spark flew up towards the golden one of Prowl. The two hissed at the close proximity of the exposed sparks. So close , yet not close enough.
Another whimper filled the room and Prowl hearing his mates cries of desire, leaned forward and at the same time as the sparks merged their lips crashed as well.
The world crumbled around them.
No longer where they in a foreign planet, fighting a war that almost took everything from them. No longer did Prowl suffered from the guilt he felt each cycle for the fact that he was alive at and others weren't, due to his inevitable orders. No longer did Jazz had the desire to rip his spark out from his chest because of all of the horrible things he was forced to do.
Pain was soothed, fear was enveloped in a blanket of calmness and assurance - forgiven, loneliness was eradicated by the sheer force of their love. Because they were one spark in two bodies.
But now they were one, and Primus help them - if they could, they would have stayed this way forever.
Their screams of pure ecstasy were muffed by the kiss as an intense overload flushed thought them. Prowl spilling his fluids while Jazz's valve tightened round him.
The two of them slumped, Prowl still deep inside Jazz. The tactician had to use all of his power to force himself off Jazz because he was crushing the smaller mech that was now offline.
The SIC smiled gently at his mate. Jazz was still tired, yet he still engaged in this interface with Prowl. He placed his and Jazz's cover back on. The mess on the berth could wait.
The mech that was usually described as emotionless and coldsparked pulled his mate close and placed a kiss above the visor. Jazz stirred and smiled softly at a Prowl, who was gently running a hand up and down his thigh.
With Prowl, Jazz did not have to worry about anything. Only his bonded had the power to stop this war even just for a blissful moment, to make them forget it even existed. He did not have to pretend and force smiles, he didn't have to place one of his many masks.
Because Jazz was 'Jazz' only when with Prowl. And the same could be said about his door-winged mate.
Not a single world was spoken during this whole time. There wasn't any need. Because what they felt, no words - Cybertronian or any kind of Earth language - could describe.
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~Край! ^^