Work Text:
“Ooh, that’s good… Yeah, like that… Keep going, big guy.” Jazz’ engine revved as he arched his back struts, pushing his array into Optimus’ eager intake which kept planting wet kisses on his engorged anterior node that glowed a pretty blue sporadically as a slow surge of charge ran through his systems.
The saboteur could enjoy this for joors, it was one of the perks of the job really. Jazz was awfully and impossibly addicted to having a good time, and their most beloved Prime was always in a dire need to clear his processor so he could relax for a change. So this arrangement they’d come up with had worked wonders for them.
It was also just fun, and that was what was most important to Jazz. He got a few lovely overloads for free, and Optimus got to drop down the persona of the big, dominant Prime he had to be— Only to enjoy being Jazz’ devoted lover boy in between war room meetings.
He didn’t have to think of worrisome things, he only had to follow Jazz’ voice and let someone else lead for a change.
(And oh, Jazz very much loved the glassy-eyed look Optimus got during their little affairs. Not a single thought behind those optics, just pure concentrated submissiveness as he dropped to his knees, happy to be a good mech for his favorite spy.)
Jazz’ doorwings thudded against the surface of the desk he was languidly sprawled on, and he moaned as Optimus took his node and sucked. The sensation sent sparks of electricity through his circuits, and he felt the way his valve squeezed on nothing, dripping lubricant onto the edge of the desk and into the floor. As Optimus continued to set a rhythm of quick licks and subsequent sucks to his node, Jazz let out a series of short, out of breath praises.
”Oh Primus…! Y-Yes, you’re doing so well! Don’t stop…” He bucked his hips as much as he could, but the Prime kept his thighs in a strong grip, ravenous as he pressed his face to Jazz’ plump valve, now thrusting his glossa into him and savoring his lubricant as he hummed contentedly, pleased that he was the one making Jazz writhe with pleasure.
The spy put a servo on top of his helm to keep his head down there, Optimus’ slurps and Jazz’ soft gasps filling the Prime’s office.
He wouldn’t last much longer, Jazz’ sensory nodes being flowed with a nice stream of charge the more Optimus used his talented glossa to taste his insides. He stole a glitched cry from Jazz when he moved a servo to thumb over his node, and after a few more rapid flicks of his digit over the reactive nub, the saboteur reached his overload in no time as his valve squirted out lubricant directly into his open intake, his entire frame quivering as the charge of electricity flooded through his systems.
Jazz panted, his vents letting out hot air as Optimus slowed down on his ministrations to focus on laying delicate little kisses along his array. Once he got control of his frame again as the nice buzz of the overload dissipated a little, he looked down at Optimus between his thighs and petted one of his finials, which twitched lively at his affections.
“Hmm~ That was fantastic, baby. You always know how to make me sing.” Jazz smiled down at him with a glint of mischief behind his visor, and Optimus gave him one of his half-lidded gazes, a bit unfocused but looking awfully enamored with him. The flush on his face made him look so attractive, as did the way he licked his lips, as if he truly couldn’t get enough of his aftertaste.
It made Jazz’ engine purr.
“C’mon, get up. Let me see if you managed to keep your promise.” Jazz ordered him as he sat up to get a better view of Optimus standing up to his full height, looming over him with hungry optics.
“Wow, look at that. Your panel’s still firmly closed! Good mech, Optimus.” Unable to resist the urge to run his servos up and down his sides only to snake down his digits to lay playful touches around the seams of his modesty panels, Jazz teased him by copping his codpiece and feeling up how warm behind his panels he was.
“And you know that good mechs deserve a prize. Open up for me, love.” Biting his lip, Jazz watched in morbid fascination as the Prime transformed back his array cover, and his shaft sprung out from his spikehousing. A bit of lubricant spilled out from his valve as well, and the spy fantasized for a moment about making him turn around and present his array to him so he could finger him into overload.
But no, he’d have to save that for another occasion. They had little time left, and he wanted him inside so badly already!
Optimus let out little moans as Jazz took his firm spike in his servo and started pumping it slowly. It was so big, Jazz couldn’t help but already get off on the memory of how its ridges and sensor nodes would feel stretching his callipers.
“You’re spilling so much already,” Jazz noted as he stopped to caress the head of his spike with his thumb, spreading the lubricant with his digit and earning himself a buck of Optimus’ hips into his hand. “And yet you managed to refrain from touching yourself. Such a good, obedient Prime.”
The larger mech keened at his words and leaned forwards to brace himself on the edge of the desk, caging the spy between his arms as he nuzzled his neck cables. “Jazz… Please…” He vented out with a strained voice.
Using both servos, Jazz started pumping him faster, enjoying the way his Prime melted in his hold. “It’s okay, you were so good for me. So let me reward such a well behaved mech.”
Not wanting to tease him any longer, Jazz wrapped his legs around his hips and pulled him closer, lining his spike up to the entrance of his valve.
“Now, enter me slowly. I want to savor how you feel inside me.” Jazz instructed with a grin, and Optimus let out a long, happy sigh as the head of his spike invaded the saboteur’s tight entrance, stretching his valve lips little by little as he penetrated him, enjoying the feel of his callipers accommodating around him.
Optimus let out a groan as he kept going, and Jazz caressed the side of his helm as he planted little kisses on his audial. “That’s it, mech. I want all of you, deeper.”
Once he finally bottomed, Optimus let out a whimper that Jazz couldn’t help but quietly chuckle at. “Jazz, please, I…”
He let out a long, satisfied sigh and clung to Optimus— Elated at the prickle of charge caused by the fullness he felt, and the delicious pressure on his ceiling node each time the larger mech pressed forwards even the tiniest bit.
“So good to me, Optimus~ C’mon, take your prize, you know you deserve it.” Jazz pulled him into a messy kiss, and Optimus let out a muffled moan into his intake as he allowed himself to start moving his hips in earnest.
“Oh s-slag, yes, frag me, frag me!” Jazz managed to beg in-between kisses, and was rewarded by Optimus setting a faster pace, chasing his overload. He gave himself into the crescendoing sensations, losing himself in kissing Optimus as he kept pounding into him with abandon. It was a guilty pleasure seeing the Prime also surrender himself to his own pleasure, knowing he was the one to affect him like this, to have such power over him.
He kept rutting into him, shaking the desk underneath them with each powerful thrust, their frames venting harshly to try and disperse the heat shared by their bodies. Oh, how Jazz enjoyed Optimus freeing himself of his usual reserved demeanor, turning into such a passionate beast.
“J-Jazz, I’m… I’m going to—“ Cutting him off, Jazz kissed him deeply and swirled his glossa around his, letting go with a happy sigh and squeezing his thighs to bring Optimus even closer to him.
“Do it, I want it. Overload in me, baby.”
The effect was instant, as Optimus’ optics flared brightly before he let out a howl and hid his face on Jazz’ throat cables as he rutted frantically into him, and not long after a huge surge of charge brought them both into overload as Optimus moaned out his name, voicebox glitching throughout.
A hot stream of transfluid was spilled inside Jazz, and his valve cycled down on Optimus’ spike, milking him to the last drop. He clung to the larger mech as he caressed his helm, whispering sweet nothings into his audial as they rode out the wave of electricity that made their frames shudder together.
“S-So good, my mech… My Prime.” As Optimus pulled out of him, Jazz kept an easy grin the whole time, enjoying the melody their ragged vents, sighs, and whirs made together in the privacy of the office.
“…Thank you, thank you.” Optimus hugged him close and kissed him slowly, in that borderline romantic way only he could do, and Jazz reciprocated happily.
Even so, he was already mourning the approaching end of their time together, but he would savor this until the next time he could steal Optimus from the world once more. In the meantime, Optimus was his, as his most beloved lover boy, and not the Prime of the people. Just his to have, his to have fun with.