Yes, another one of these

[andallthatme]

[ This might be a training center. And this might be a lieutenant running a few drills. It's been far too long since he did any sort of training, anyway.

Right now the Cybertronian version of a punching bag is occupying his attention. ]

Comments

[andallthatme]

I just don't wanna overwork you- [ that smirk seems to be back ] -before I really overwork you.

[show_my_cannons]

[He snorts.]

You could not overwork me if you tried.

[andallthatme]

Is that so?

[show_my_cannons]

Yeah. It is.

[andallthatme]

I hope you know I'll be takin' that as a challenge.

[show_my_cannons]

You were intended to.

[andallthatme]

Good.

[ now where's that seam? ]

[show_my_cannons]

[Right there, judging from that sudden purr.]

[andallthatme]

[ Digs in deeper- he wants to hear that noise again ]

[show_my_cannons]

[He purrs a little louder, letting his head roll back on his neck.]

[andallthatme]

[ His other hand goes exploring as he leans in ]

Let's move this to the berth, hm?

[show_my_cannons]

[That other hand catches on a few scars, and makes concentrating really difficult.]

... Yeah.

[DRAG.]

[andallthatme]

[ goes with gladly ]

[show_my_cannons]

[For the sake of size difference, Ironhide hauls himself up first, and unceremoniously drags Jazz up after him.]

[andallthatme]

[ Once settled, his fingers are going for the first scar he can find ]

[show_my_cannons]

[The purr in his chest just gets louder, and his own fingers roughly start in on Jazz's paneling.]

[andallthatme]

[ His own engine kicks on, and he shifts against the other, grinding armor together ]

[show_my_cannons]

[He drags his fingers roughly down the silver panels on Jazz's back, the friction getting a quiet groan out of him.]

[andallthatme]

[ He groans outright, his own fingers seeking out seams and cabling with a vengeance ]

[show_my_cannons]

[The groan turns into something just short of a moan. He leans his head against the other's, tugging at that certain panel.]

[andallthatme]

[ He jerks, practically bucking against the other ]

Ironhide-!

[show_my_cannons]

[And there's that voice in Jazz's audios again.]

Failing your challenge--

[His other hand comes up, digging at Jazz's chest seams now.]

[andallthatme]

[ That's really distracting, and it takes him a moment to register the taunt ]

Nn-- oh yeah-?

[ He frees a hand and goes straight for Ironhide's arm- that's right, the cannon-housing. ]

[show_my_cannons]

[Whatever witty retort he had is cut off with a rev and a static-ridden moan that very well could have been Jazz's name.

He digs his fingers in harder, reflexively.]

[andallthatme]

[ He responds in kind- digging his fingers into the panels on Ironhide's arm, while arching into the other's fingers ]