Tease!!
I bargained with Jazz-muse, and he agreed to placate the Nowhere to Turn bunnies so I can keep on where I'm going if I post this tidbit I teased Tiamat with some time ago.
Jazz brushed his lips along Sideswipe's mandible, tracing the curve of the warrior's jaw. THe black and white mech shifted, drawing closer and leaning over the red mech, fingers caressing down the smooth finish of Sideswipe's chestplate. He pressed his face into the gap between the helmet and and Sideswipe's cheek, drawing his exploring glossa down the other's jaw and along the seam of face and cheekguard.
Jazz nudged Sideswipe's chin up, desiring access to the cables of the thick neck. Sideswipe stilled his hands freezing in their exploration of Jazz's chassis, one under the protruding bumper, and the other caressing the inside of the storage hatch. But his chin lifted, and his optics shuttered. Jazz moaned against the warrior's jaw, trailing his mouth down to the enticing cables. He shifted drawing his dental plates down a single line.
It was a gesture of utmost trust on the behalf of the receiver. Of extreme dominance on the part of the attender.
To have powerlines between his dental plates and not rip them out from where they connected to the cortex.
Within the gaps of the wires, Jazz could see the cords reaching up into Sideswipe's head. He drew his dental plates down another line, letting his lips come to rest on the neighboring wires.
Energy surged through him, coursing through his mouth and down his frame. They both hissed systems whirring faster as Jazz repeated the gestures on another line, adding the caress of his glossa to the touch.
Jazz brushed his lips along Sideswipe's mandible, tracing the curve of the warrior's jaw. THe black and white mech shifted, drawing closer and leaning over the red mech, fingers caressing down the smooth finish of Sideswipe's chestplate. He pressed his face into the gap between the helmet and and Sideswipe's cheek, drawing his exploring glossa down the other's jaw and along the seam of face and cheekguard.
Jazz nudged Sideswipe's chin up, desiring access to the cables of the thick neck. Sideswipe stilled his hands freezing in their exploration of Jazz's chassis, one under the protruding bumper, and the other caressing the inside of the storage hatch. But his chin lifted, and his optics shuttered. Jazz moaned against the warrior's jaw, trailing his mouth down to the enticing cables. He shifted drawing his dental plates down a single line.
It was a gesture of utmost trust on the behalf of the receiver. Of extreme dominance on the part of the attender.
To have powerlines between his dental plates and not rip them out from where they connected to the cortex.
Within the gaps of the wires, Jazz could see the cords reaching up into Sideswipe's head. He drew his dental plates down another line, letting his lips come to rest on the neighboring wires.
Energy surged through him, coursing through his mouth and down his frame. They both hissed systems whirring faster as Jazz repeated the gestures on another line, adding the caress of his glossa to the touch.