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so much of his Optimus, but still so vastly different...

Oh, and Ratchet is filled to the brim with that spike, triggers so many overloads he lost count. And Bay Oppy? He loves it. Loves filling TFP Ratchet over-and-over in whatever position they can manage...

Heheh...
wall and growling his names- and Primus, there'd be Energon running where Ratchet hadn't felt it in a long time. Optimus loves it- can't get enough- he can smell how aroused the medic is.

And Ratchet is absolutely in LOVE with the way Bay Oppy fingers him, how he eats him out, how he reminds him +
#valveplug

Bayverse Optimus/TFP Ratchet has been stuck in my head. They'd be so good to one another. Yes, they lost each other in their own iterations, and they'd bond over that- but further... Romantic and sexual tension could very well bloom between them.

Bay Oppy pinning Ratchet against the +
I hope to you all I am the Bulkhead guy
YES.

The Bulkscream ship is so good, wish there was more content of them </3

May just have to write more
be creators!"

Prowl exhaled, a gleeful undertone in his voice. "Yes... We are..."
messy and hot, squirting all over Jazz's thighs and abdomen.

Frag, they both needed that.

...

And it paid off, too. A few months later, Prowl got his results back. Three spark signatures growing in his gestation.

Jazz was just as ecstatic. He cheered, kissing his mate breathless. "We're gonna +
second-in-command. No, he was needy and desperate, like he was in heat.

Jazz's spike twitched inside the mech's valve. His servos shot out, pulling Prowl down onto his spike as he released, transfluids flooding the other.

Prowl arched up, digits digging into Jazz's shoulders. His own orgasm was +
Jazz loved the sight. Right now, Prowl did have smaller pouches. Drained religiously, but they were perky! They'd swell out well when they were needed in the future.

"You're so gorgeous~..."

"Mmmph... Shut up and fill my forge, please~..." Prowl whined, sounding far from a stoic tactician and +
almost playfully lazy. He'd buck his hips into each drop, their hips smacked together wetly.

"You look so pretty when you're desperate for my spike..."

Prowl threw his helm back, pressing forward. His protoform pressed desperately to Jazz's armor, the pouches on his chest pressed to kibble. +
And Prowl? He was tight, wet, and horny as hell.

Jazz held his waist, purred praise, but Prowl had set his own pace. His valve fluttered rapidly around Jazz's spike, a primal desperation, really.

"Mm... Jazz~..."

"You're doin' so good, Prowler~... Keep moving' like that, baby~..." Jazz grinned, +
love you real good~..."

Oh and hell did he mean it.

It wasn't long before he had Prowl on his spike, the tactician bouncing almost desperately. Primus, what a sight.

Jazz had interfaced with the mech more than once, but this was the first time they were doing it without protection of some form. +
I'll try not to overwork your cooling too much~..."

Prowl gasped at another sudden bite, jaw falling open. "Primus..."

Jazz gave a delighted purr. Dinner was long forgotten, he had another meal to focus on.

The mech quickly lifted Prowl from his seat, carrying him over to the berth. "I'm gonna +
getting to him.

Not that it was going well.

No, his face was flushed a deep blue, and his fans whirred, nearing their highest setting. "Keep talking like that and I'll need to replace my radiator..."

Jazz grinned mischievously. "Cute~..." He purred, nipping his mate's neck. "But don't worry, +
access. "If I had known you'd be so open to it, I would've asked a month ago..."

Jazz chuckled. "I wish you would've... That would have given me a long time to worship that body of yours~... You'd probably be carrying already~..."

Prowl huffed, doing his best to hide how much the words were +
was the openly affectionate one, even in public. Not that Prowl would detest any affection, even if it was PDA.

Jazz gave a low purr. "If you want sparklings, I can give you sparklings~... Cure that case of baby fever~..."

Prowl bit his lower derma, tilting his head to the side, giving further +
Prowl sighed in relief, instinctively leaning back on his Conjux. "I was simply worried about how you'd react... I wasn't sure if you'd be ready to be a sire or not."

"Ready? Baby, I've been ready since we Conjuxed." Jazz chuckled, burying his face in the sensitive neck cables. Of course, he +
"Well now... Could've said something sooner..."

The purr in his voice caught Prowl by surprise. Jazz pushed his seat back, walking around the table. His servos snaked a line across his mate's frame, gently rubbing his abdomen. "If you wanted to be a mama, all you had to do was tell me~..." +
Prowl paused, beginning to look flustered. Embarrassed perhaps?

"I uh... Want to be a carrier, Jazz..."

"Carrier?" The lieutenant glanced up suddenly, half-choking on his Energon. He was surprised, yes. But he definitely wasn't against the idea.

Catching his breath, Jazz smoothed his plating. +
Jazz gave a look of understanding, gently rubbing the mech's back. "Alright, well... Let's eat and we'll talk about it, yeah?"

"Sounds alright to me," Prowl spoke calmly, taking a seat at the table. Jazz sat across from him, one servo clasped around his own.

"So, what's been botherin' you?" +
"Yeah. You've been stressin' out recently, love. I figured a nice meal would help you get all those nasty thoughts out... Hm?"

Prowl's derma threatened to twitch into a smile. Of course Jazz noticed, he always did. "It's not exactly nasty thoughts, just something I've been thinking about a lot." +
background. Oh, it was perfect. Set the mood just where it needed to be.

Especially when Jazz dragged his partner through the door, lifting his servos from his visor. "There we go~... A nice, candlelit meal for you, sweetspark~..."

Prowl was surprised at first, turning to look at Jazz. "For me-?"+
Music was an open doorway for those who listened.

And frankly, Jazz just liked music. It helped him focus a bit when working.

Surely it'd help him set up a dinner date with his mate.

...

The room was candlelit, a faint smell of an Earth herb wafting through the air. A smooth jazz played in the +
wipe his visor in a reflective surface until it shined.

Perhaps he was showing off, but who could blame him?

He had a hot date with Prowl waiting for him-

Once... He figured out what to do to set it up, anyway. No biggie, he'd just have to lay a smooth beat, and let the groove take control. +
his chest.

Yeah, that'd work! Then he could throw on some charm, play prince charming, and sweep his lover right off those pedes.

Jazz grinned, giving himself a pat on the back. Partner of the year nominee right here!

He walked down the hall, a pep in his step. Even stopped long enough to +