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The Military Lord and the Hero's Creation	By : TheGatekat Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 2755 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Military Lord and the Hero's Creation 23: Additions

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Jazz strode silently into the main courtyard, senses casually taking in everything and posture relaxed. Looking around one would be able to tell that a rather noteworthy event was occurring this orn. Slaves, servants, and members of the House continued on their business, and only the fact that there seemed to be a great deal of attention being focused on the main gate by those who had a legitimate reason or had simply created one to pass by it would have seemed odd.
Flexing his sensor wings, Jazz allowed them to settle. After three centuries the additions were almost as much a part of him as if he had separated with them, fully integrated and a near vital component of his functioning. He hadn't missed the subtle changes in how some reacted to him now that he looked like one of the House. Having sensory horns instead of a chevron was unusual but not unknown. The wings though, they made him look like he belonged here. It was a fact his twins had both worked out very quickly and had requested for themselves within a vorn of when he'd come home with them.
Noise and motion demanded his attention, the small procession making its way through the House's main gate was larger than Jazz had been expecting, until he remembered who they were dealing with. Idly he wondered what House Tradewind hoped to gain with the small show, the merchant Lord as calculating as Prowl in battle when it came to matters of appearance and business. The thought was put aside for later consideration just as quickly as Jazz stepped forward to greet the femme who was to be his Lord's seconded bonded.
She was not the one they had originally negotiated for, but the House of Tradewind had been greatly shamed when it was discovered that not only was Songnote far from untouched, she had carried all the way to separation a creation with a lower-status lover. Prowl did not personally care, but his position and the nature of the contract demanded another be substituted.
Thus they had waited an additional two hundred and thirty vorns for this femme to mature to her mechling stage and be physically ready to be offered for bonding.
Jazz nodded in acknowledgement of the mech leading the procession before turning his attention to the slender femme in the middle of the procession. "Welcome to the House of Shining Sun, Stardancer."
He could tell by the flutter of her sensor wings that the mode and tone he had chosen had startled her a little, and he had to hide a smile at her careful response, so very much like his own so many centuries ago.
"I am welcomed, First Bonded. All honor the Lord Prowl and the House." Everything from the spread and tilt of her wings to the deeply bowed head spoke of sincerity, respect, and more than a little fear.
This time Jazz hid his surprise, and his frown. The first two were perfectly acceptable. The last was to be expected, but not on the level that he was sensing. He kept his own mood and field light and welcoming, wings canted in friendly greeting that she would recognize as he had not when he first arrived. "You're escort will be seen to, if you would follow me."
She hesitated, but her guardian stepped forward, between Jazz and his charge. The situation gave him more authority and boldness than normal conditions allowed. "First Bonded of the House of the Shinning Sun, I am Targetlock, Guardian of the Lady Stardancer. Jasper," he motioned to a slender minibot femme of indeterminate origins that stood at Stardancer's side, "is the Lady Stardancer's personal slave."
"And you are also welcome in the House." Jazz answered, nodding in understanding and formal acknowledgement. "You will be staying with her?"
He already knew the answer, of course. The answers to the questions being asked were already known. It was simply another dance of formality to be observed until both parties could relax.
"Yes, First Bonded," Targetlock said with formal politeness.
Jazz was sure he was no brighter than the average Praxian tank-frame, but he had been well-trained for his duties as her guardian.
"Then if Lady Stardancer is willing I will show you all your rooms." Jazz suggested, making sure to include her guardian and her companion this time. "I'm sure you would like some time to touch up before the evening meal."
"Yes, First Bonded. Thank you." Stardancer murmured, though she still looked to Targetlock before she moved to follow him.
All three new mecha were quiet but observant with different levels of obviousness. Targetlock in particular made no secret that he was looking at everything and everyone; it was his function after all and often the best deterrent to trouble was the obvious kind.
He loomed over Stardancer, close on her heels and almost glaring at anyone who came a little too close.
Her slave, in contrast, was almost invisible. Jazz made a note to find out a little more about her, her background and how and why she had found herself in the position that she was in.
He led them through the main section of the House, moving slow enough to allow time for them to get a feel for House, its energy and life.
"The door will open to all of you." He informed them as he triggered the entrance to the suite of rooms that were to be Stardancer's until the official bonding. "It will also open to anyone with the proper override codes."
"Who has those codes, First Bonded?" Targetlock focused on what mattered to him.
"Lord Prowl and myself." Jazz answered leading the way into the suite and then stepping aside. "As well as Evening Bronze, the servant assigned to see to Lady Stardancer's needs, and the security chief."
The giant Praxian tank nodded and quietly slipped away to study the basics of the suite's four other doors, trusting Lord Jazz and Jasper to keep his charge untouched for the few kliks he'd take.
Jazz took the chance to look the small Praxian femme over again. Her gray and gold coloration was quite striking, the white accents on her sensor wings making them stand out even more. "Stardancer?"
He had her total attention in a spark pulse. "Yes, First Bonded?"
Jazz offered her a gentle smile. "Jazz will do just fine in private. In the House as well, for that matter."
There was a flicker in the femme's optics as she looked at him, wary and unsure. "Yes...Jazz."
"If you give Prowl a chance, he's a very good mate," he said gently. "I was not eager to be here when I arrived. He proved all my fears wrong."
The same small quiver ran through her frame, most visible in her wings. "The House was thankful that Lord Prowl was wiling to forgive the House my sister's transgression and accept me in her place. I desire to please him." She admitted.
"I have no doubt you will please him," Jazz reassured her. "Despite the complexity of his function, he is a relatively simple mech to please. Do you like sparklings?"
"I have been taught how to care for them." She answered, helm tilting to the side and a softer light coming into her optics. "I did enjoy the time I was allowed to spend in the nursery helping."
Jazz's own smile warmed a bit more as he twitched his wings in warm approval. "Why don't we sit and talk a time?" he motioned to a couple of comfortable chairs, two of a set of three arranged for intimate conversation. "What is your favorite confection?"
She still circled him like a wary cyber-kitten, optics confused as she settled in the seat and answered the question. "Granite bars. The kind with the oil base between the layers to hold them together."
Her wings pulled in close her to frame and she watched him the entire time, not twitching as Jasper took a place behind her lady's chair.
Jazz sent a comm ping to Evening Bronze with the order and settled in a second chair. He was close enough that if they spread their wings they could easily touch, but if they held them relaxed their fields were at a polite distance.
"Will you tell me what you are afraid of?" He asked gently.
The slight flutter of her wings, the young femme caught between wanting to answer the question and a fear of answering it at the same time. She hung her helm, optics refusing to meet his.
"You."
She felt the surprise as his field flared, honest and very confused, before he tempered the reaction.
"Me?" He repeated softly. "What have I done to frighten you?"
"You're First Bonded and First Chosen." She said, as though that summed up and explained everything.
A bewildered expression settled on Jazz's features for a moment before it hit him. Another flare of surprise, this time confined to his wings, then a sad expression. "I could make this very hard for you, couldn't I?" he murmured as if the thought had just occurred to him, which on many levels it had. "Stardancer, please listen to me. Prowl values a content, happy home very much. That's why he's put so much emphasis on my approval of his new bonded. A happy home doesn't mean that just I'm happy. You need to be happy too, and he expects me to help that happen."
There was a moment of hesitation, Stardancer's wings pulling in close to her frame as her optics lifted to meet Jazz's soft blue visor. For a long moment she stared, just thinking, before she nodded in understanding.
"I want to be happy." She admitted quietly. She had been raised for this, trained for this, pointed in this direction, since she was old enough to understand what her purpose was in functioning. "I don't know what else to do."
A relieved and very pleased smile bloomed across Jazz's features. "You'll grow into your place here," he assured here. "Much as I did. I knew far less about being the bonded of a powerful Lord when I arrived than you do now. All I knew is that all my expectations for my existence had been abruptly taken from me; I was no longer to be a warrior like my sire, but sent very far away to carry sparklings for a mech I only heard stories of. There was no secret that all he needed a bonded for was to have the heir required to keep the succession uncontested, or that he was a cold, brutal General with no use for romance. As angry and frightened as I was, he took his time to make me comfortable, get to know me, convince me that even though bonding wasn't by his choice and the contract signed without us ever seeing each other, or even speaking, he wanted a mate, someone who loved him and wanted to be with him. He wants the same thing with you."
She stared at him as she tried to process all of that, plainly bewildered. "You were not intended to be Lord Prowl's first bonded?"
Jazz shook his helm. "No, I was to be a warrior, like my sire. My House was a small one, even by Simfur standards, and my sire only the first Lord. As the youngest creation, with my eldest brother with many creations by the time I was kindled, there was no expectation I would be political or bonded to advantage to the House. I was left to choose what I wished to be, and I wished to be like my sire. Then one orn I was told I was to be sent to Praxus to be General Prowl's bonded and produce sparklings for him. Less than four metacycles later I was carrying Bladesinger. It was less than a desirable situation for both of us, but at least he'd known it was coming with someone for a few vorns."
"But now you are happy here." She concluded softly, the edge of fear and tension finally easing away some.
"Very happy," he nodded. "Prowl's even supported me in continuing my warrior training so I can join him on campaign."
"The House of Shining Sun is a House of warriors." She said, as though what Jazz had told her made the utmost sense. There was a moment of silence, then she reached out, the edge of her EM field just brushing against Jazz's.
It had the feel of a shy youngling trying to make a new friend and asking, hoping, that the other person was interested as well.
"It is," Jazz smiled and gave a friendly cant to his wings while his field reached back, welcoming her and offering more contact if she wished it.
With a small flutter of her wings she accepted, relaxing more to mingle and mix with his. "When will I meet Lord Prowl?"
"A joor before dinner. He is seeing to his duties now," Jazz explained. "Would you like to meet our youngest?"
"Please." There was a note of eagerness in the request now, optics lighting once again at the mention of the sparkling.
::You may enter with Lightbeam when ready,:: Jazz commed Evening Bronze. "He's coming with Evening Bronze. Were you given time to explore any hobbies?"
"Dancing." Stardancer admitted with another flutter of her wings, the topic clearly something that she truly enjoyed. "I was never allowed to perform, but I was encouraged to pursue my hobby when there was spare time. My carrier even found tutors for me."
She was interrupted by the opening of the door to the suite, and the appearance of a Praxian framed femme, covered tray in hand and a sparkling at her side.
"Carrier." He greeted Jazz as soon as he caught sight of his creator, small sensor wing flaps fluttering happily on his back. He bounded from Evening Bronze's side as Jazz leaned down and held out his arms, sweeping the sparkling up into his lap with ease and nuzzling the small helm.
Evening Bronze smiled and smoothly stepped around the back of Jazz's chair to set the tray she was carrying on a small table between them. When the lid was lifted there was a collection of a half dozen confections; jelly filled, powdered rust sticks of several flavors and the granite bars Stardancer had described.
"If they aren't exactly what you remember, the chefs here adore a challenge," Jazz smiled as he picked of a rust stick with a hard center and aluminum dust to give Lightbeam. "They did a great job recreating some of my favorites from home, and that's well outside their normal range."
Lightbeam took it with a small chirr of glee, curling comfortably against his creator's chestplates and sucking contentedly on the treat as he studied the femme seated across from him with the innocent, open curiosity only a sparkling could manage.
"I'll remember that." Stardancer promised as she smiled at the sparkling before lifting one of the treat bars and taking a delicate bite out of the corner. From the way her optics lit it was clear that even if they were not what she remembered she was thoroughly enjoying the confection.
Jazz smiled at her reaction, noted that Evening Bronze had silently made herself as unobtrusive as her finish permitted and focused on Stardancer once more.
"This is Lightbeam," He said by way of introduction, shifting the sparkling a little so that Stardancer could have a clear view. Even at his young age Lightbeam's frame was showing all the signs of maturing into a strong Praxian grounder. White and bold yellow coloration already tinted his developing armor, shadows of black highlights shading the edges. Small sensor wing flaps fluttered in contentment at being settled in his carrier's arms with a treat.
Looking closely the only clear features Stardancer could see in the sparkling that linked him to Jazz were the smaller nubs of sensory horns on his helm and the visor already shielding the little one's gaze, though it glowed a soft gold more in line with his sire.
"Say hello to Stardancer, lightspark." Jazz prompted gently. "She is going to come live with us."
"Hello." Lightbeam chirped obediently, glancing up at his carrier. "Why?"
"She will be bonding to Prowl," Jazz explained. "You're going to have a little sibling soon."
Lightbeam considered that, touching Jazz's chest curiously.
He smiled and rubbed his youngest's sensor horn nubs. "Not for many more vorns. Stardancer will carry your next sibling."
Understanding made the little one's visor flare, and he chirped another welcome to the femme before settling down to focus on his treat.
"Perhaps we can put on a small show for Prowl tonight, after dinner? I sing, you dance. What kind of dancing do you enjoy?" Jazz suggested.
"Almost anything." Stardancer replied as she finished off the confection, just stopping herself from licking her fingers clean in clear pleasure. She considered the question more thoroughly as she accepted the offered cloth and cleaned her hands. "I like music with a strong beat to dance to, though my creators tried to encourage my interest to the more...'graceful' forms."
"Club music?" Jazz perked up, his wings expressing his delight in that shared interest. "You'll find that a common interest around here among the warriors. Most know the formal dances, but we enjoy letting loose to the beat."
There was a matching light in Stardancer's optics. "Yes, club type dancing. Much to my carrier's despair. I do know all of the formal dances as well."
"That's good to know," Jazz grinned at her. "I had to learn them here, much to my despair. The few I knew were those of Simfur, not Praxus. I fear I was sorely lacking in political skills when I arrived. After things have settled, I can show you the good clubs in the area that no one who matters will object to you visiting."
"I look forward to it." The femme smiled, optics turning to the tray once more as she gave in and helped herself to another confection after Jazz had snagged a couple jelly-filled ones for himself.
Jazz hummed, then smiled a little shyly. "Have you ever thought about interfacing much?"
The emotion that flickered through Stardancer's field and across her face was a mix of interest, curiosity, and hesitation. "Some." She admitted, shy and skittish on the topic. "But after what my sister did...."
"Safer not to admit to it," he finished easily. "You're going to be with the mech you are supposed to desire within the joor. You don't need to hide your interest anymore. I suspect Prowl would appreciate someone who's more ... explorative than I am."
Metallic edged sensor wings twitched in embarrassment, fluttering out before being pulled close to her frame as Stardancer smiled at Jazz. "I have heard stories of Lord Prowl's...interests."
"I'm sure," he chuckled. "Most are true too, at least that I've heard of. He does really get off on breaking seals, especially a valve seal. He prefers his lover to overload first, or at least with him. If you enjoy spiking as well as being spiked, he loves taking it too."
"I'm sure I'll find out. It will be nice too, to not be constantly watched..." The look she gave him was full of hope.
"There's more scrutiny that I was used to, especially that first time I was carrying, and the first time I was carrying when he was on campaign," Jazz warned her gently. "Though I suspect it's nothing compared to what you're used to. After the first sparkling that settles the contract, as long as Prowl is content that a given sparkling is his and claims it, it's unlikely to be an issue. Though if you do fall in love with someone here, don't keep it from him," he turned serious. "Obviously you can't bond to someone else, but Prowl is a reasonable mecha as long as you're honest with him. He'll be far angrier with a secret kept than anything else."
Stardancer seemed more than a little startled by that revelation, but nodded in understanding. "I have no desire to lie." She murmured.
"That's good," Jazz smiled gently at her. "I noticed that about your sister. It was a reason I liked her. She preferred incriminating silence to a lie. I may not have gotten all the answers from her, but I knew what I did get I could trust." He paused, considering her. "Were you brought up to lead this House during war-time, when Prowl and I are away?"
Jazz could see Stardancer considering her answer carefully before she spoke. "I have received training in managing a House under such circumstances. But if an actual attack were to be mounted against the House's location...I am not a warrior, nor do I think like one."
"That is understood, and it is not expected for you to be a warrior. One of Prowl's brothers will be in charge of any military action required," Jazz assured her. "What I was looking for is if you understood the very difficult rules this place is under when Prowl is called on. While there is likely to be at least one more conflict before I finish training, as a warrior-bonded I am expected to go with him when my training is complete. That would leave you to manage what is here."
Her confidence settled once it was clear that she would not really be expected to direct or participate in a combat situation, and she nodded. "I can do that."
"Good," Jazz relaxed and popped another small jelly filled confection into his mouth, chewing so it burst and coated his glossa with the sticky energon. "Do you like to do anything other than dancing?"
"Reading." Stardancer answered as she worked her way slowly through another granite bar, savoring each small bite. She looked slightly sheepish as she admitted her preferred genres. "Mostly novels. Romance, action, the occasional history, even though I know they are often factually inaccurate."
Jazz grinned his understanding. "No shame in enjoying fiction, even if it's a bit beyond Prowl why anyone would. Part of the down side of having such a heavily integrated tactical computer and logic chips. He'll never object to your choice of reading, or even writing if you like it, but he'll never get it. For him, reality is far more complex and fascinating than any fiction."
The small femme chuckled softly. "That sounds like one of my brothers. He never understood why I liked to read, when far more fascinating things happened in orn to orn functioning. If I wanted interesting stories all I needed to do was watched the ornly news broadcasts."
She shifted in her seat, drawing her legs under her as her wings relaxed in a more comfortable position and smirked. "Of course, he could also never understand why one of our younger siblings occasionally managed to beat him when we all played games together in the evenings."
"What games do you like?" Jazz visibly perked up at the reminder of one of his favorite activities with Prowl.
"Swords and Shields, Lords." She said, naming a simple strategy game and much more complex management game. "Energon Lane, if I was playing with the little ones. Sometimes if we knew Sire wasn't around the older ones would play games of chance. Sire doesn't approve of that sort of gambling."
"Energon Lane!" Lightbeam chirped in excitement.
"Prowl doesn't either, but he's never spoken against it so long as the bets can be lost without hurting the House and no one goes into debt," Jazz smiled. "We tend to play Sovereign. It'll be nice to play a simpler game and not feel like I'm boring him out of his processors. I can't say I've played Lords. Economics aren't really my thing."
"They aren't entirely mine either, but I had a better chance with those than I did with Sovereign or any of the complex strategy games." She admitted, earning a chuckle from Jazz.
"It'll still be true, unfortunately," he grinned a bit ruefully. "There's a down side to playing against Prowl. Even when he's playing to relax, he still plays to win and there are few mecha who can beat him at anything that involves rules and strategy. It's his thing. Would you like to play while we talk and snack, or would you prefer some time to settle in and clean up?"
"I should probably clean up for the evening, if I am expected. But afterward..." She looked at Jazz hopefully, the shift in her very noticeable from when she first arrived.
"I would love to play a game or three," he smiled warmly and nudged Lightbeam to get off his lap. He databurst his comm code as he stood with a smooth, relaxed and pleased grace. "Ping me when you're ready to play?"
"Yes, thank you." Stardancer answered, rising smoothly out of respect and canting her wings in a manner that matched her words. "I look forward to it."
Jazz inclined his helm to her and ushered his youngest creation out before taking him back to their quarters. ~I can feel it, you want a report already, don't you?~ he teased his mate.
~Of course I do. Despite the contract requirements, to reject her would be complicated.~
Jazz left his youngest in Steelplate's care and made his way to his mate's office, the door opening before his code and sliding shut behind him smoothly.
Without pause Jazz crossed the room, coming around behind his mate and starting to rub his mate's wings with gentle strokes as he leaned down to kiss the back of Prowl's neck. "Complicated?" He repeated with a smile.
"Yes, politically complicated," Prowl hummed softly as his wings pressed into the contact and his field reached out to embrace his mate. "To reject a second one in the same contract is not a good thing to do, even if the first was withdrawn more than rejected."
"The poor child is intimidated by you and was initially terrified of me." Jazz informed first and foremost.
"Terrified of you?" Prowl glance up and over his shoulder with a flicker of surprise.
"She's very intelligent love. And I think she's seen more than she would admit. She is very aware of the fact that I could make her functioning a terrible one if I was inclined to." Jazz explained quietly.
"Has she grasped that you are not inclined to, or that I would not tolerate it even if you were?" Prowl asked with a flicker of unease at having to devote the resources to winning over another mate. At least he had always found Jazz attractive and was drawn to the mech's wit and fire. He wasn't nearly as drawn to Stardancer.
"We are to get together and play a board game this evening before dinner. I think I will see of she will teach me to play Lords. Since it was one of the first that she mentioned I would assume that it is one she prefers. And as for you..." Jazz nuzzled at his mate until Prowl allowed him a light kiss. "I think her feelings towards you have been heavily influenced by outside opinion and will change as she actually gets to know you, much as mine did."
"I would not doubt that," Prowl relaxed further into the gentle attention to his wings and the affection of his mate being so close. "Her opinion of interfacing and sparklings?"
"Curious and willing to the first, I think. After what Songnote did she has been watched closer than a turbohawk locked on its next meal. As for sparklings...when I mentioned them she indicated that she liked them, and she did seem drawn to Lightbeam when he joined us."
Prowl nodded his understanding, his field expressing his relief at both answers. "Then there is nothing that you find objectionable about her yet?"
"No." Jazz shrugged a little as he leaned against his mate, talking advantage of the moment to enjoy the frame to frame contact. "She's young, but there is plenty of potential there, I think."
"Good," Prowl purred at the contact and the news. He reached up to gently rub a sensor horn. "Do you think you would be agreeable to warming her up by giving her a show, let her see what a good interface is like?"
Jazz was purring to the point his entire frame was vibrating as he melted against his mate, helm leaning into the contact. "Sounds like a lot of fun. What did you have in mind?"
Prowl hummed, purring at the reaction his mate gave to the simple attention. "I thought to start with your wings, move on to sucking you off, then driving my spike deep into you while we make out. A solid preview of what I plan to do to her."
Desire at the mere suggestion surged across the bond. Desire that had been very lacking when they had first met, and Prowl had carefully cultivated into a very willing lover and mate. "I think she is in for quite the show."
"Oh, I very much agree," Prowl rumbled, twisting and pushing his chair back while he pulled his mate into his lap for a searing kiss. "But right now, I want you against my desk."
~A warm-up for us?~ Jazz teased, clearly eager as he rubbed against his mate, giving up speaking out loud in favor of deepening the kiss.
~Or simply indulging in the mech I love,~ Prowl shivered at the intensity of the emotions between them and how much more pleasurable it made everything. ~I will never tire of watching you overload, or the looks I get when you come to a meal just a little dazed.~
A whine of want and need escaped Jazz as a shudder ran through his frame, echoing the intense emotions rolling from his mate. ~Yours. Only yours. Always.~ He swore again from his very spark.
They were a team, a match made by Primus some swore for the way they had settled into complimenting and completing each other.
~Then open for me,~ Prowl purred, still deep in the kiss as he settled Jazz on his back on the desk. Prowl's spike slid from its housing and pressurized against Jazz's valve cover, eager for entry and the mutual pleasure it promised.
A moan of eager anticipation escaped Jazz as he obeyed, sensor wings splaying flat on the solid surface as hips tilted in welcome and invitation. ~Always~ He repeated, moaning into the kiss as the familiar spike pressed into his welcoming heat. Even that first slid hit all the right places with just the right pressure, guided by a powerful processor that never forgot anything it was exposed to.
~This pleasure will always be for you,~ Prowl moaned, his frame trembling at the pleasure as it cascaded through his systems with each thrust that slid his spike in and out of the welcoming slick tightness.
It was a reminder that Jazz still needed and welcomed. That he was first. That Prowl loved him, loved him for who he was and the bond they had worked so hard to build.
His valve rippled and clenched at the thick spike with every thrust and wave of pleasure that echoed between them. He was wanted. He was needed. He desired Prowl, his mate, above all others. Needed the mecha taking him more than anything else.
His frame arched off the desk, pressing against Prowl's as his systems started to whine from the excess of energy driven by desire. ~Mine.~
~Yours, always,~ Prowl moaned across the wide-open bond, full of the truth that even though Prowl took pleasure with others, none were Jazz and Prowl felt the difference. Not because Jazz had the most skill, but because Prowl was invested in Jazz and what they had together.
With a keen of pleasure Jazz gave in to the rush of energy pushing at his frame, wings flaring as his frame locked and sending most of his mate's current project tumbling to the floor.
Prowl couldn't care less at the moment as he reveled in the pleasure he'd caused and the pleasure feeding back into his systems. One thrust into that quivering, flexing valve, then a second and he curled forward, his wings flaring out with a rumbling roar of pure, blissful release.
A release they rode out together as it echoed between them, shifting across the bond and their physical frames and leaving Jazz to groan contentedly as his frame slowly relaxed.
As his coordination returned Jazz lifted himself enough to nuzzle at his mate's helm and whisper "Love you."
~Love you too,~ Prowl murmured in reply, content to relax on top of his mate for a time, his spike still buried deep and enjoying the lingering twitches and pressure of his transfluid in the tight space. ~You'll always be my first love.~
Emotion flowed across the bond in answer to his words. Love and devotion and joy as Jazz lay there, peaceful and content until Prowl was ready to move. ~Thank you.~
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Stardancer settled in her chair with a quite word of thanks as it was pushed to the table, watching out of the corner of her optic as Lord Prowl circled around to where Jazz was already seated and setting up the board for a game of Swords and Shields. He had defeated her quite soundly in their before dinner match, but she had learned some of his style of play and refused when he had offered to let her choose another game.
The Lord settled behind his mate, and Stardancer took advantage of the moment to let her processor wander some as she observed them. Dinner had been an interesting affair, insight into a lifestyle that was very foreign to her. A small affair, the meal had initially been a time of business conversation concerning the affairs of the House, what had occurred that orn, and planning for the next.
She had almost choked on her energon the first time that someone had dared to disagree with Lord Prowl on a matter, and had watched in shock as the Lord calmly listened to the argument against his proposal, agreed with some of it, and altered his plan to take into account the new information.
Jazz had noted her reaction and taken the advantage to lean over and speak softly in her audio. "The good of the House comes first. Prowl would rather you say something and him overrule it than you not speak when the matter is one of potential importance. Don't argue with him, but don't be afraid to voice opinions and ideas either."
It was all she could do to nod in mute agreement, pondering this new idea as she helped herself to the platter of solids in front of her.
"First move is yours." Jazz's friendly voice interrupted her thoughts, refocusing her attention on the prepared board spread out before them.
Sensor wings flickered in apology as she ducked her helm for a moment, barely meeting his optic band and only relaxing as his field reached out to brush against hers, full of friendly amusement. "Thank you." She murmured, nudging her first piece into play and setting back to await his answer.
It wasn't lost on her that Prowl was watching the game intently, though she knew from Jazz that Sovereign was almost too simple for him to play when he was fully focused. Swords and Shields was almost too simple for him to grasp playing. Literally in the first nanoklik of the board being set up, he knew every possible move, every possible counter-move and every strategy that could be used ... and that was when he wasn't focused on it. The ability made him one of the finest tactical processors in history, but she could also see how it could make existence painfully lonely when it couldn't be turned off.
An easy calm settled over the scene as everyone relaxed, several rounds of moves and counter moves taking place before Jazz claimed one of her pieces and spoke. "So what did you think of dinner?"
Stardancer took her time, considering the board before making a move that protected her piece in play and advanced her up the board. "It was very different. The evening meal at home is a much more...elaborate...occasion most orns."
"And far less about the practical aspects of running a House?" Prowl surmised, one hand moving over to slide teasingly along the top edge of Jazz's near sensor wing. "I noticed your reaction when Kriemahni spoke up."
"Far less about the running of the House, and much more about the importance of the House, and image of the House, and how to act in social situations." Stardancer agreed, momentarily distracted by the motion of Prowl's hand and the subtle twitch of Jazz's sensor wing at the touch. "It was a time of education, and a full family affair."
"Full family?" Jazz repeated, making a move that claimed another piece and flicking his wing at his mate.
"Yes. Creators, often some extended family, and all of us creations. And proper manners." Stardancer elaborated.
"While here, I dare say everything is of a more practical bent," Prowl said with easy acceptance as he slid his fingers along Jazz's wing once more. "We know how to behave, and those who are political spend extra time ensuring our manners are acceptable, but as a House that has always been lead by front-line Generals we are far less about appearances and playing nice to retain our power. Our value to the City and Prime is in our ability to destroy those we are called on to eliminate."
"You may have noticed that mecha tend to try to play nice to us more often than the other way around." Jazz commented, helm tilted slightly to the side as he studied the board.
"I have noticed that." Stardancer admitted, field flaring slightly in triumph as she managed to claim one of Jazz's pieces, placing it on her side of the board in counterpoint to the three of hers that he already possessed. She watched as Jazz made his next move, and then picked up a piece, fingering it thoughtfully but really focusing on Prowl. "May I ask what will be expected of me, my Lord?"
"Of course," he tilted his wings encouragingly. "At a minimum I expect you not to shame or harm the House, carry a single sparkling of mine to fulfill the contract with your former House and not cause distress in my home."
The piece she was holding was placed back on the board, only to be lost with another when Jazz made a clean sweep of that section and she frowned. Jazz had warned her that Prowl played to win, but had failed to mention that he was just as ruthless as his mate when it came to games.
~That is rather distracting love.~ Jazz grumbled playfully as fingers traced along his wing, self control just keeping Jazz from actually moving it out of reach as Stardancer managed to claim another one of his pieces and looked at Prowl again.
~That is the purpose of it,~ Prowl chuckled across the bond as his fingers found the wing joint. ~She needs an advantage, and I never tire of winding you up.~
Jazz growled softly, wing pressing into the touch as he swept another piece from the board. The small femme across from his jumped at the sound before she focused on what Prowl was doing his mate and her optics lit in understanding. "And is that all you want of me, my Lord?"
Prowl hummed as he moved directly behind Jazz to use both hands equally on both wings spread before him. "That is all I demand of you," he said as he leaned forward to brush his lips against a sensor horn. "I wish you to be happy and productive here. All mecha, particularly those who are not warriors, have skills that are not common in a House such as this one. I would like you to acquire the skills to manage this House during wartime. I wish a happy home."
Jazz quivered under his mate's touch. ~You wish me to forfeit the game to her, at this rate.~
~If you wish to be in my lap so badly, I will not object,~ Prowl purred around Jazz's horn.
Jazz moaned, startling Stardancer as Prowl's glossa swirled around the sensor horn. ~Very much want so. And at this rate she is going to beat me.~
~Care to try to play while on my lap?~ Prowl offered teasingly, seductively, his own arousal hot across the bond.
~Are you going to let me try to play?~ Jazz countered, throwing a move on the board as he stood slowly, shifting to allow Prowl the chair in answer to the question and the rising desire.
He could feel Stardancer's optics on them, and offered her a smirk. He had confirmed the rumors that she had heard of the mech, and now she was going to be able to witness them firsthand.
~No,~ Prowl growled as he sat and pulled Jazz into his lap, facing him, for an intense kiss while his hands came around to work Jazz's wing joints. ~You're too hot.~
~And whose fault is that?~ Jazz countered, game and audience forgotten as he leaned into the kiss, hands stroking down Prowl's sides to tease at transformation seams and joints.
~Yours, for being so tempting,~ Prowl rumbled, tightening his fingers into wing joints and thrusting his field deep into his mate. ~Never want that to change.~
~Don't want to change, 'cept to make you happy.~ Jazz answered, frame arching and rubbing against Prowl, creating friction to match the sparks of charge starting to dance over his plating and tickle at Prowl's.
~You make me happy,~ Prowl moaned as his mouth found Jazz's neck to mouth and nibble between kisses. ~Love how good you feel, how you make me feel.~
~Feel...how?~ Jazz moaned, so close to the edge and fighting to hold on, to feel the pleasure that was his mate for just a little longer, to make the moment when it came that much sweeter.
Instead of words, Prowl shared the sensations of what had changed inside him since he began to love Jazz.
It was too much for Jazz to resist, keening softly as his sensor wings flared to their full span and fluttered violently, quivering with the energy that crackled over him as his lips found his mate's. The passion, pleasure and emotions echoed back and forth, leaving Jazz nearly strutless in Prowl's lap and Prowl all but quivering on the edge of overload himself.
Jazz lay pressed against him, Prowl's frame and arms doing most of the work in holding him up as he savored being wrapped in his mate's embrace and the pleasure still licking at his frame.
After a klik he gathered himself enough to nuzzle at Prowl's neck, field reaching out to push teasingly against Prowls. ~Do I need to finish taking care of that for you, or should we see if she is interested?~
Prowl didn't even had time to fully process the question before his frame answered for him. His spike cover slid open and the sensitive length quickly pressurized between them. ~Please,~ he moaned, trembling in desire to feel his mate around him.
Jazz leaned forward, lips meeting Prowl's in a deeply possessive kiss before tracing their way down the Praxian's frame. Touching, teasing, but only enough to heighten the desire and not to frustrate before Jazz was on his knees before his mate, shivering with his own desire and anticipation. He was only distantly aware that Prowl had pushed his chair back, not just to give Jazz room, but to provide a better view for Stardancer.
~Love you.~ Jazz whispered across the bond as one hand came up to stroke and squeeze the base of the quivering spike and willing lips sealed around the head. Above him Prowl gasped, then moaned deeply as his helm fell back at the sensations rushing through his frame. Strong white hands came up to Jazz's helm, not to capture or guide, but to rub the sensor horns in a half-blind effort to share the pleasure being given.
At the first touches Jazz froze, reading his mate's intention in a nanosecond, and started to purr at the soothing touches. Vibration and sound joined the movement of his lips and glossa on the spike, starting at the head and finding every ridge and sensor node as he worked his way down, slowly taking the length deeper.
Another gasp devolved into a trembling moan as Prowl fought to hold his hips still and give full control to his mate, even though they both knew it was futile. It would, however, give Jazz time to enjoy the building pleasure and a few kliks of control over Prowl, something they both got off on on occasion.
Stardancer's optics were glued to the show taking place in front of her. On some level she was sure it was for her benefit too, but on another level it was a new insight into the depth of the bond that existed between the pair.
It was Lord and Chosen. It was Lord and Bonded. But even deeper than that it was lovers and mates who were willing for the simple reason that it brought pleasure to someone they cared deeply for.
She watched as Jazz's wings fanned wide as his lips closed around the base of the thick spike, hand falling to rest on Prowl's thigh as Jazz continued to purr and did something that left Prowl gasping and moaning all over again. She could feel the charge building inside her, her interface equipment pinging for full activation, almost pleading to be touched as she watched what was possible with the mecha she was to bond to.
If she could earn even some of the affection on display now she'd be in paradise. It was entirely too enticing a dream to dangle in front of her.
With a slow, deliberate motion Jazz pulled back, working his glossa along the sensitive underside of the large spike as his hands began to knead and work their way into hip joints, seeking the sensory receptors that always seemed to pull the most enticing sounds from his mate when worked just right with attention to his spike.
Prowl's frame stiffened with a gasping cry, his wings fanning out with the fingers fully spread as his hips jerked upward, seeking the mouth that gave so much pleasure.
Pleasure surged across the bond as his reaction, Jazz both pleased and proud of the reaction of his mate as he shifted, taking the spike again deeply as Prowl moved. He didn't do this often for Prowl, which in a way made it all the better when he did. He focused, bringing everything he knew made Prowl gasp, tremble or moan to bear all at once on the Praxian seated before him. Over the bond he felt the warning, the best his mate could offer so Jazz could prepare himself for the motion, charge and rush of transfluid that was only a moment away.
Strong hands tightened on Jazz's helm, this the only moment where Prowl couldn't stop himself from taking, but even in this movement the extra intensity it caused to crash through Prowl made it worth it for Jazz. Prowl was so willing to submit, desired pleasure to be mutual so much that Jazz simply couldn't begrudge this small selfish act when it happened. The maelstrom of pleasure it caused to crash through the bond as his helm was forced down as Prowl's hips bucked upwards made Jazz's processors swim at how much more it gave his mate's overload.
More than enough for Jazz to make the switch, submission rising in an instant as the motion as he gave to what Prowl did, swallowing the transfluid surging down his intake with a moan.
The pleasure it brought Prowl was enough to drown any discomfort, and as the grip on his helm released some Jazz began to slowly clean his mate's spike, a content hum issuing from him as he felt Prowl sag, systems thrumming in content pleasure. Fingers went back to stroking Jazz's horns, the lower coordination a mark of how well fried Prowl's circuits were from Jazz's efforts.
~Love you, love how you make me feel,~ Prowl murmured across the bond, even the thought somewhat disjointed.
~Love you, forever and always.~ Jazz murmured in response, leaning into the touch as he finished with his mate's spike. He rose slowly, more of his frame curling around Prowl, and had to smile as he caught a glimpse of Stardancer. ~Don't know if it was your intention, but I think you might have startled your potential.~
~Startle her, no,~ Prowl chuckled as he nuzzled Jazz before considering the young mechling across from them. ~I meant to get her quivering hot.~
Stardancer was seated in her chair, wings stiff and quivering and optics bright as she studied the pair across from her.
Jazz laughed across the bond. ~Feel love, I think you succeeded there as well.~ He snuck a kiss and nuzzled at Prowl as Prowl's spike finally slid back into its housing and the cover closed. ~And what is the next step in your plan now?~
A mischievous flicker crossed the bond as Prowl smiled and focused on Stardancer. "I can feel you are going to be much easier to convince that's a fun activity than Jazz was," he purred at her, his field reaching out to brush hers with a contented approval.
He felt her flare of surprise at his statement.
She wouldn't have imagined that after what she had just witnessed. The surprise was still not enough the cover up the heat in her systems that she wasn't sure how to deal with. "I-" she squirmed in her seat. "Yes-please."
Prowl smiled at her even as his hands stroked Jazz's frame. "Tell me your desire."
"Want to know what that feels like." Her gaze wandered from where Jazz was nipping and kissing his mate's neck down to Prowl's spike cover and back up again.
~What's she asking for love?~ Jazz asked, mostly focused on making out with his mate and the heat still running in his own systems.
~I believe she's asking to have her spike sucked," Prowl purred. ~Care to play with her wings while I see to taking her seal?~
~You do enjoy that.~ Jazz commented, nuzzling at Prowl for another kiss even as he agreed to the idea. ~And yes. Her wings are pretty. It will be fun finding out what turns her on.~
~Good,~ Prowl purred, the bond alive with pleasure-relief that Jazz was inclined to play with her, at least occasionally. Though he didn't really want them to be lovers, he did very much hope to share a berth with both his mates rather than split his nights between their rooms. A slight nudge got Jazz to stand, Prowl following him to his pedes. "You'd like to feel a mouth around your spike?" Prowl rumbled, every line of his frame excited by the prospect.
Stardancer looked up at him, quivering through her entire frame. "Yes, please my lord." She looked up at them, eager and unsure at the same time as he stepped up to her chair and leaned down. Gentle, confident lip plates caressed hers before his glossa slid along them.
Her response was eager and clumsy, frame leaning forward into his touch. Lips plates parted at the next touch of his glossa, optics dimming as she lost focus. His field caressed hers, enticing the charge building in her as his glossa slowly explored her mouth, caressing and sharing her first taste of him.
The edge of tension drained away as her frame relaxed, moaning softly in surprise again as Jazz came up behind her and stroked his hands gently over her wings. A tremor of pleasure passed through her as that touch mingled with Prowl's hands sliding down her chest, investigating curves and seams as he explored armor that was light for a warrior House, but heavy for the merchant one she'd come from.
Jazz's field reached out, brushing against hers and Prowl's and vibrating with a gentle pleasure as he caressed her wings slowly, finding the different contours and joints in hers compared to Prowl's and his own. She had a much lighter build than either of them, lighter than anyone native to a warrior House would have, but she still had a nice strength and mass to her.
Prowl gently broke the kiss and followed the trail of his hands with his mouth, kissing and licking his way down her frame, testing for hot spots.
She arched and squirmed some, systems heating and charge growing where she was caught between the attention of two skilled mechs. She shivered as Prowl's hands reached her hips and thighs, and pressing back as Jazz's hands ghosted over her arms as his lips found her wings.
"I am going to enjoy teaching you of pleasure," Prowl purred before his mouth found her spike cover and licked at it, silently requesting it open.
A shiver ran through her frame at the first touch of his glossa on the cover, and after a moment of hesitation the cover slid away, revealing an untouched and still sealed spike housing. The conical tip was already pressing at the seal.
A shiver of anticipation ran through Prowl, offering insight into how intense a kink this was for him as he settled on his knees. He didn't care in the least how submissive it might look. He got off on being first too much. The rush of power it gave him was intense. He quickly grabbed the small bottle of cream from subspace and scooped a generous amount onto his fingers. "This, mixed with oral lubricants, will soften the seal so when your spike breaks free it will not hurt."
"It's true." Jazz murmured softly in her audio, hands traveling back to her wings as he kissed softly at her helm and her neck. Each brush of his lips and his hands was soft, but barely a distraction compared to the attention of Prowl on her spike. Each little touch as Prowl spread the creamy oil made her hips want to jerk forward into the touch and caused her spike, already beyond aroused by watching Prowl and Jazz together, try to press out of its prison.
Then Prowl's glossa slowly circled her spike, caressing the rim of the housing without touching her spike yet.
A soft gasp escaped Stardancer as she fell back against Jazz, moaning and begging. "Yes...please. Please."
"I think she likes it love." Jazz purred, watching over her shoulder.
"That's good," Prowl vented hot air across her spike head before giving it a long stroke of a lick before swirling it around the seal from edge to center and out again. With her trembling, half coherent cries echoing in the room he closed his lips around the edge of the housing and added suction to the laving of his glossa.
"What...do I do?" Stardancer gasped, trembling and twitching in Jazz's arms and making him smile affectionately.
"Just let it happen." Jazz murmured softly, offering the same advice that he had been given so many vorns ago. "Don't fight it."
A whimper met his words, slender hips thrusting upward with a cry of surprise as he spike broke through the weakened seal to pressurize rapidly into Prowl's mouth. With a smile he took her all the way in until his lips brushed the housing and tightly undulated his intake around the tip.
Jazz hummed, enjoying the view from his vantage point as his hands continued to work over her wings, sending suggestive images to his mate the entire time. Prowl retaliated with a few of his own, and the full force of just how hot taking a seal made him.
Stardancer's hips rolled upward again, awkward and uneducated and simply responding to the pleasure coursing through her frame. In was in this that Prowl showed his experience fully. Despite the difficulty, he easily rode her thrusts, sometimes guiding, sometimes simply letting her move while he sucked and licked and tightened his intake.
The lingering taste of the seal and never-before-touched spike had his charge crackling across his circuits. He rolled his optics to look at his mate and shared exactly what he intended to do to Jazz to work that charge off.
Energy leapt to them both as Stardancer lost control, frame bucking then locking in her first overload. Hot, thick transfluid erupted from her spike for Prowl to swallow greedily, his intake working her until she collapsed in Jazz's arms.
Gasping and shaking as the charge gradually ebbed away and Prowl licked her spike clean, held still in Jazz's embrace and Prowl's grip, her field filled with stunned pleasure and awe.
Slowly Prowl looked up from where he knelt between her spread legs and smiled in a mixture of smug satisfaction and genuine pleasure at her response. He nuzzled her abdominals as her spike finally retreated into its housing. ~Berth, wall or table?~ He asked Jazz with a rumble across the bond.
~Going to hold me up if you wear me out against the wall?~ Jazz purred, running his hands down Stardancer's wings once more as he settled her back into a comfortable position in her chair, positioned to gave a good view of the action as he stepped back and spread his wings to brace against the wall.
~Always,~ Prowl growled hungrily as he stood smoothly to stalk to his mate. Strong white hands captured Jazz's frame, pushing him against the wall with strokes that were far more demanding and possessive that he'd ever use on Stardancer. Touches that left Jazz moaning into the kiss, glossa tangling with his mate's as his hands reached out to find Prowl's sensor wings, dipping into the joints.
Prowl's hand reached down to grab Jazz's knee as his spike sprung free to pressurize between them. They both moaned at the sensation of hot spike rubbing against valve cover as Jazz's knee was lifted to Prowl's hip. The leg curled around Prowl, drawing their frames together as Jazz's hands stroked along his mate's sensor wings, reveling in the familiar shapes that had captivated him from the moment he'd laid optics on them.
~Love this.~ Jazz moaned over the bond as his valve cover slid away, lubricant already dripping from his valve and his field full of eager anticipation.
"Yes," Prowl growled into a deeply resonant groan of relief as his spike sank into that wonderfully familiar slick, tight heat. He pressed his mouth against Jazz's as he drew back and thrust forward, every line of his frame taunt in the driving pace he set in response to both their needs. His kiss was met with equal passion, Jazz moaning aloud as his hands continued to wander over the familiar frame of his mate. Every sensitive spot, every seam and joint and receptor, long ago memorized, rated by the amount of pleasure it gave, and utilized now.
~Will never tire of you, of this,~ Prowl shuddered as his spike drove into the valve he sometimes swore had been made just for him it fit so perfectly. ~You feel so much better.~
~Yours.~ Jazz reminded him as the charge leapt to new heights, sweeping over their frames in currents and arching between them.
~Yours.~ Prowl's in a way that was deeper than any contract could ever bind. Prowl's in way that could never be forced, only freely given. And Jazz had given his spark, his very existence, to the mech that held him in arms.
In return Prowl had given Jazz all he could, everything he was free to give; his spark, his love, his trust, his passion, so many of his secrets.
Prowl's hips rolled with each thrust, rubbing every sensor to share the physical pleasure that had long become secondary to the passionate love that drove it. It was more than enough to drive his mate into a sweeping overload that encompassed frame and spark, pleasure and love surging over the bond as Jazz's helm and wings slammed into the wall and his frame arched against Prowl's with a keening scream of pure bliss.
Rumbling under that keen was Prowl's deeper, nearly bass roar as his wings flared and the fingers separated with energy crackling over them. His frame stiffened even as his hips drove forward harder, slamming the tip of his spike against the node clusters at the top of Jazz's valve while hot, thick transfluid pumped out of his spike.
Mutual bliss soared through the bond and across fields that blended and merged on contact now as Jazz clung to his mate, lost in the sharing and the closest feeling to being a single spark short of merging.
Prowl nuzzle his neck, licking and kissing blindly, sloppily, as the post-overload bliss washed through them, leaving them both content to their very cores.
~Love you,~ Prowl whispered. ~No matter how many I bond to I will always love you, loved you first.~
~And I will always be yours.~ Jazz answered as managed to his catch Prowl's lips in a rather uncoordinated but gentle kiss. Trembling hands were able to do little more than hold on to the steadying frame of his mate as Jazz came down from the high, a deep peace in his spark flowing across the bond on the heels of the surges of passion and pleasure.
Slowly, gently, they both came down and regained enough equilibrium to stand without using the wall for support. Reluctantly Prowl withdrew as he pulled away slightly, but made up for the loss of physical unity with a kiss and pulse through the bond. He was well aware of Stardancer's awed stare, but in the moment he was content to simply recover with his mate in his arms.
Jazz sighed softly as the kiss ended, nuzzling against his mate and content to stand there for as long as Prowl would allow, helm resting on his mate's shoulder and one optic on Stardancer, gauging her reaction for himself.
The sensation of an amused smile filtered across the bond as Jazz studied her. If he had been privileged to this sort of show when had been in her position he might have been quicker to want it. But he was glad that Prowl had been willing to move slowly, to build things with him and to devote all of his attention to Jazz.
~I enjoyed getting to know you, and remember, I was just as new to the idea of committing to another,~ Prowl mused across the bond. ~I have a slightly better idea of what I want this time.~
~And different.~ Even Jazz was aware of this fact. ~It would free up a lot of your time if she is able take on some of the less critical administrative duties after a while.~ He pointed out.
~It would,~ he agreed before looking over his shoulder at her. "Do you want more?"
"Yes." A trembling voice answered as the femme leaned forward in her seat, wings quivering eagerly and optics still locked on the pair.
~Would you prefer to watch her spike me, or be part of the fun while I suck you off?~ Prowl turned back to his mate for a heated kiss.
Jazz moaned into the kiss, then nuzzled at his mate. ~I think this time I will watch. She deserves your attention right now, for this.~
With a tender kiss Prowl nodded and stepped away to turn fully to Stardancer and extend his hand. "Your berth?"
She took his hand, field trusting and eager as she accepted his help from her seat. "Yes, of course." She gave a tiny startled sound when he continued the motion and pulled her against him and into a strong, passionate kiss, his field still alive with echoes of the pleasure he'd just shared with his mate.
Her field flickered before blending into his, full of eagerness and tasting the pleasure in Prowl's field as she settled into his arms. Her wings fluttered as gentle hands ran down them, Jazz coming up behind them and joining in the play, acceptance if not necessarily approval clear.
When the kiss broke Prowl guided her to her berthroom, letting go to lay on the berth and spread his legs, his knees up and valve cover sliding open to reveal platelets soaked in lubricant ready to drift onto the berth. "I'd like you to spike me."
There was a moment of shyness as Stardancer looked at him, optics flaring slightly as Jazz came up behind her, leaning around to murmur softly in her audio. "He enjoys it, and you will too." He promised.
She hesitated still under his hands, then shivered and glided forward, climbing on the bed to lean up and kiss Prowl. The touch was light but gained confidence with each passing moment as he responded with open desire. His hands found her wings and stroked them, exploring the differences from Jazz and other Praxian femmes he'd been with.
As the kiss continued his hands moved to her frame, stroking down to cup her aft and grind her against his valve array. She moaned softly at the touch, spike cover sliding away and the length pressurize between them, hips thrusting forward seeking pleasure.
Prowl broke their kiss to speak as his hands guided her hips upward a bit. "Until you know how to slide in, get your hand between us. Feel where the entrance is to guide yourself in."
Her hands slid down his frame obediently, ghosting over his frame until curious fingers touched his valve, sliding over the lubricant slicked platelets to circle the entrance. Golden optics flickered as he moaned in pleasured and anticipation, his hips rolling into the touch eagerly.
"E-explore if you want," Prowl managed to gasp despite his eagerness to be filled.
Curious fingers did just that, sliding around the edges of his valve before dipping inside to feel slick lining and the first sensor nodes. Stardancer's pleasure at his reactions was clear in her field, optics brightening with every outward flare of Prowl's field and the sounds she was getting.
A need-filled mewl escaped with Prowl's next gasp as he rolled his hips into her touch, almost blindly seeking more. His hands tightened around her hips, fingers flexing with each wave of pleasure that she triggered.
Stardancer purred in delight, leaning down to kiss him again. That was a talent that she was picking up rather quickly as her lips played over his and her fingers explored his valve, testing angles and discovering his reactions to various sensor nodes. The rush of drawing sounds and pleasure from Prowl was addictive, but when a hand curled around her spike and rubbed it, his desires took center focus.
Her hips surged, spike rubbing against his hand as she gasped and was reminded of what Prowl had intended. Her hands pulled away from Prowl's valve, one bracing on the berth and one traveling to join Prowl's.
"Show me." She pleaded softly.
With a shaky nod he stoked her spike one last time, locking its angle and position in his spatial awareness processors before moving his hands to her hips and shifting his own to make the entrance easier for her. His hands guided her hips down and forward until the tip of her spike passed through the slick, flexible platelets and through the rim of his valve. "Press forward when you're ready."
A soft moan escaped her at the warm slickness around just the tip of her spike, shivers running the length of her frame under his hands as her processor caught up with what he was saying. With another low moan she slid forward, slow as she experienced the feel of a welcoming valve rippling around her spike for the first time. Inside him the intensity of his field was even stronger, adding to the intoxicating effect of physical pleasure.
"Yessss," Prowl moaned, his entire frame reacting to the very welcome pleasure of being penetrated. "Deeper. All the way in."
She didn't speed up, unconsciously drawing out the pleasure for both of them until she was seated completely in him, gasping softly at the tight caress of his valve around her spike and shudders running through the length of her frame with each ripple.
After a moment she pulled back, careful even though all she received in return was pleasure and approval of her actions, to push back in again. By the third stroke she'd noticed that he tightened his valve as she withdrew and relaxed as she thrust. It was something noted in her processor, hazy as it was from all stimulation coming from so many different angles and flaring through her frame. Her next thrust was harder, driving deeper into him as his hips rose to meet hers eagerly.
"Yesss," Prowl moaned, soaking in the pleasure and the rush of being her first, of giving her an experience she'd seek to recapture for the rest of her existence. "You're doing great."
She shivered at the encouragement and the change in the pleasure, pausing for a moment to find better leverage before thrusting in again, deeper and harder, encouraged further by his moans. There was a growing edge to her field, warning that she was not going to last much longer as unconscious sounds started to issue with every movement and visible charge began dancing over her frame once more.
"Overload for me," Prowl moaned with a shudder. "Let me feel how good it is for you."
Stardancer whimpered, helm falling against his chest as her thrusts lost rhythm, erratic and uncoordinated before her frame locked in overload and she keened, wings flaring. Her field flared wildly, pulsing with pleasure and washing over Prowl and a watching Jazz. Prowl's field flared, hot and bright and so very close as his frame rocked into hers, seeking just that last bit of stimulation he needed to overload once more.
A silent, wordless plea to his mate begged for enough touch to drive him over the edge and not leave her feeling as if she'd failed to please. Jazz leaned down, glossa gliding over his mate's chevron as his hands stroked down spread wings, his own field filled with desire reaching out to brush against Prowl's and grant his mate's wish.
With a screaming keen Prowl's entire frame reacted as electricity crashed through him unchecked. His valve tightened, rippling around the spike deep inside him and drawing even more of the charge to dance between them inside him. The rush of thick transfluid breaking over the sensor node cluster at the top of his valve sent another burst of energy into him as he lost all control of his frame.
The femme above him was so far gone in her own overload that she didn't even consciously register the additional waves of pleasure and energy that washed over her, keens answering Prowl's cries. There was no strength left in her frame as she came down from the overload. Sensor wings fell limply to the bed as her frame collapsed onto Prowl, fans working furiously as they tried to dissipate the heat and cool her systems from the charge.
Weakly Prowl wrapped his arms around her, holding her lightly as his systems also struggled to expel the intense heat from his frame. When all he could manage from his vocalizer was a buzzing hum, he modulated it to a tone of approval and enjoyed the afterglow of a good overload.
A soft purr answered his approval, blue optics dim without the energy to power them fully as she cuddled into his chest.
Jazz leaned down by his mate, nuzzling at Prowl as he settled on the head of the bed, one hand still stroking over a sensor wing from where he watched the entire thing play out.
~I have the energy to see to you once more,~ Prowl offered as he looked up at his mate.
Jazz laughed softly, claiming only a kiss from his mate. ~Rest love. I'm fine.~ Warm affection flooded across the bond to reinforce the words as he continued to stroke Prowl's wings.
Prowl's hum took on a new harmonic as he began to slip into recharge, exhausted and content.
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