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Jazz and Prowl talked a bit more, and soon it didn't feel strange to be in the other mech's home. Jazz put an arm around Prowl's shoulders and guided Prowl to lean into him, to cuddle. Prowl had only briefly experienced cuddling, but he knew he enjoyed it. After a while, they switch back to kissing, which Prowl found to be a more than acceptable trade for cuddling.
"So much I wanna show you, gorgeous," Jazz murmured, running his fingers down Prowl's arm. "How long can you stay?"
"I have classes in the morning, but until then, I can stay as long as you wish."
"Will you spend the night?" Jazz asked, pulling back to look into Prowl's optics. "Gotta admit, I liked the taste I got of resting up with you back at the Temple."
Prowl knew there might be questions about where he had been if anyone saw him and realized he hadn't been in his dorm all night. He also didn't particularly care, especially not with Jazz this close.
"I will spend the night," Prowl confirmed.
"Oh, babe," Jazz said softly, "can't tell you how great that sounds. Don't want to go to bed right away, though?"
"No," Prowl said, pressing a little closer. "I do not."
"Good," Jazz said, "because I don't want to either."
Their kisses were less frantic this time, and Prowl's charge rose more slowly than it had earlier. He let Jazz press him gently back into the couch cushions and parted his thighs, so Jazz could kneel between them.
"Want to go down on you again, babe," Jazz told him, tracing his fingers up the outside of Prowl's thighs, and Prowl felt a thrill of anticipation. He had not forgotten what Jazz's mouth felt like on his valve. "Your spike this time, if you want?"
Prowl could only imagine what that felt like, and he readily agreed. "Please!"
"You got it, gorgeous."
Remembering what Jazz had told him before, going down on his valve at the monastery, Prowl let Jazz work at coaxing his armour open. Jazz nuzzled his thighs, mouthed and teased at transformation seams, and soon Prowl's spike cover irised open. Jazz didn't have to do much work to bring Prowl to full pressurization. Prowl gasped softly but and his hands tightened on the couch cushions.
"Okay there, Prowler?" Jazz asked, looking up at Prowl.
"I-I feel…exposed," Prowl explained, which felt a little silly to say, given that he'd spiked Jazz before. Jazz wasn't seeing anything he hadn't seen before. Jazz rubbed his legs soothingly.
"Think that's normal," Jazz said. "Too exposed? Do you want to stop?"
Prowl shook his head. "No, I don't want to stop."
Jazz nodded. "Okay. If that changes, tell me."
"I will."
Jazz was gentle with him, kissing and licking Prowl's spike until Prowl relaxed and began to moan softly. "Going to take you in my mouth now. You can put your hands on my head if you like," Jazz offered. "Don't be rough, but it's okay."
Prowl nodded and breathlessly agreed, distracted by the idea of his spike inside Jazz's mouth. Jazz smiled at Prowl, then leaned forward and –
"Oh, Primus," Prowl moaned, head falling back as heat and tightness surrounded his spike. It was and wasn't like spiking Jazz, Jazz's valve had been tighter and wetter, but those lips sliding down and down… He put a shaking hand on Jazz's head, distantly glad he'd had permission because he didn't think he could have stopped himself otherwise. Jazz put a steadying hand on Prowl's hip, steadying Prowl's hips against the reflexive jerk they gave when Jazz began to draw back and when he plunged down again.
Prowl groaned and slumped against the back of the couch, legs spreading wider and both hands on Jazz's helm now. Jazz drew back and went down, repeatedly taking Prowl's spike deeper each time until Prowl's spike tip pushed into a narrower, tighter space, and Prowl couldn't think. It was too much!
"Jazz!" Prowl gasped, hand fumbling along the couch for a better grip because he was so close and he couldn't think, but he still knew not to hurt his partner. "Jazz, please, Jazz, please!"
'You're close, I know. I can feel it. Taste it.' Jazz caught Prowl's fumbling hand and grounded him just enough. 'S'okay. Overload, lover.'
Prowl couldn't have held back any longer if he'd wanted to, and his voice box locked, too many possible responses to sort through, as he climaxed. By the time the queue sorted itself out, Prowl could only lie there and moan softly as Jazz pulled off his softening, increasingly sensitive spike.
"Ah," Jazz sighed, leaning against Prowl's knee. "You like that, Prowler?"
"Uh…uh-huh…."
"Mm." Jazz kissed Prowl's knee. "Good. Me too."
Jazz stood up, not letting go of Prowl's hand, and Prowl saw his lover's spike was out and pressurized. Prowl had seen Jazz's spike before, but he had only used his hand on it, not his mouth. Prowl was sated but curious and wanted to offer Jazz pleasure in return.
"Should I?" Prowl asked, pushing himself upright.
"Do you want to?"
"I want to try," Prowl said, putting his hands on Jazz's thighs. "If you want me to."
"Ah, Prowler," Jazz sighed, brushing a thumb over Prowl's lower lip. "You have no idea how much I want you to. Just be careful, okay? Don't try to take too much, too fast, or you'll choke. Don't have to swallow, either: spitting's fine 'cause it isn't for everyone."
Prowl had been so dazed that he hadn't realized that Jazz must have done something with the transfluid. Swallowing it made sense, and Prowl had no idea if that was something he'd want to do or not. It seemed he'd need the experience to decide for himself what he wanted to do. Prowl nodded. "I'll try to remember."
Prowl leaned forward and cautiously kissed Jazz's spike, licked it gently. One of Jazz's hands cupped his helm, and Prowl felt reassured by the gesture. It did not feel confining or controlling. Prowl brought a hand up to steady his lover's spike, curling his fingers around it and remembering what it had felt like to jerk his lover off.
"You can use your hand and your mouth," Jazz murmured. "I keep thinking about you getting me off. Might've gotten off thinking about it a time or two; I hope you don't mind."
Prowl shook his head, certainly not minding, especially since he'd also climaxed thinking about Jazz. He didn't say anything, focused on pleasing his lover. Cautiously, he took the head of Jazz's spike into his mouth. Above him, Jazz whispered his name, stroking his helm with one hand and gently tracing the curve of Prowl's lip with the thumb of the other. Prowl slid a little further down Jazz's spike, tasting clean protoflesh as it slid across his tongue until he bumped into his own knuckles. He pulled off, looked at Jazz's spike glistening with his oral lubricants, and then did it again, a little faster this time.
"That's good, Prowl," Jazz encouraged. "Keep going. Oh…"
Prowl gradually grew a little faster, a little bolder. He worked Jazz's spike with hand and mouth and explored with his tongue, all while Jazz whispered to him and stroked his helm. Prowl put his free hand on Jazz's hip and applied a little more suction, flicked his tongue across the slit, and Jazz jerked and gasped.
"Oh, do that again!"
Prowl did, pleased to hear Jazz's moan. Prowl worked his hand a little faster, and Jazz's hips twitched as if he wanted to push deeper. Prowl did try to take him a little further in, but – no. Not yet. He would choke or gag, and he didn't want to. Later, he could learn all of that later.
Prowl wanted to bring Jazz to overload, but his jaw was starting to get sore, and he had to reluctantly pull away.
"Getting sore?" Jazz asked, taking a step back so he could look at Prowl. His visor was dark with desire, and Prowl could feel his spike pulsing in his hand: Jazz had to be close, and Prowl wanted to help him finish.
Prowl nodded, raising a hand to rub the hinge of his jaw. "Yes. I need to stop using my mouth. My wrist is getting a little sore too."
Jazz nodded. "Yeah, it takes some practice," he said, the idea giving Prowl a little thrill. "I can take care of myself if you're done. Want to watch? I can go to the wash racks just as easily."
Prowl certainly didn't mind the idea of watching, but – "I-I had wanted to taste – just to try."
"Alright." Jazz took himself in hand, and Prowl let his hand drop to his lap. "How about I tell you when I'm close, and you can open your mouth for me?"
"Oh, yes!"
Prowl sat there, unconsciously leaning forward as he watched Jazz stroke himself, knowing his lover was close when the mech suddenly braced a hand against the wall.
"Prowl," Jazz gritted out, spike visibly swelling, "I'm gonna – "
Prowl obediently opened his mouth, and Jazz pushed just the head of his spike inside, spurts of thick transfluid landing on Prowl's tongue. The taste, which Prowl barely noticed as he was distracted by the sheer novelty of a mech overloading in his mouth, was largely unobjectionable. Jazz groaned, thrusting shallowly, rubbing the sensitive spike head against Prowl's lips a few times before pulling out and collapsing on the couch next to Prowl.
"Oh, Prowler," Jazz groaned, tugging himself over to slump against Prowl. "Love being with you, gorgeous."
"I enjoy spending time with you as well," Prowl said, wrapping his arms around Jazz. "I – what happens now?"
"Well, I wanna snuggle a bit," Jazz said contentedly, nuzzling Prowl's chest plates. "Then we should get to know each other a little better. I mean, the 'facing's great, but I'd like us to have more, y'know?"
"I would like that," Prowl said, putting a kiss on one of Jazz's audial horns. "I'd like it if you told me more of the outside world, too."
"Sounds good to me, lover."
After Jazz had recovered a bit, he told Prowl more about life outside the monastery, and when Prowl expressed interest in a movie he mentioned, he put it on. Prowl had never seen a movie before, and he found it fascinating. He was familiar with fiction but had only ever read a handful of secular books. The monastery's library had a few secular volumes that had been donated, but the majority were nonfiction. Prowl enjoyed learning, but he'd always been curious about fiction and wanted to indulge more. Mysteries were his favourites, and the movie Jazz showed involved a specialized team of detectives searching for a lost, semi-mystical object. Prowl's experience to date with anything fantastical was myths and legends, and he was fascinated.
"You liked that, huh?" Jazz asked when it was over.
"Yes, very much," Prowl said. "Are there more like that?"
Jazz chuckled and sat up, stretching. "Oh yeah, tonnes. I think we have time for another short one if you're game?"
Prowl was, and even if he hadn't been interested in the movie, he would have been happy to spend the time cuddling with Jazz.
"This was good," Prowl murmured when the credits rolled. It was his turn to curl up with his head on someone's chest, and Jazz had gently rubbed his arm and occasionally kissed his helm.
"Yeah, it was," Jazz said gently and shut the entertainment system down. "Ready for bed, lover?"
"Yes." Prowl reluctantly pulled away so they could get up. "This feels – does this feel like dating?"
Jazz chuckled and helped Prowl to his feet. "It does, yeah. How's that feel for you?"
"I'm enjoying it," Prowl said honestly. Jazz held his hands and smiled at him.
"Me too."