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. ]

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[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 ]

[show_my_cannons]

[His whole body jerks at that, the other cannon housing sliding apart to allow the weapon free.

He tilts his head enough to give one of those wings on Jazz's head a bite.]

[andallthatme]

[ That is a new sensation, and his intakes hitch as he actually sees static for a moment.

He shifts again, grinding armor against armor as hard as he can. ]

[show_my_cannons]

[That entices him to do it again. And tighten his fingers in the gaps in Jazz's chest paneling as he presses back, his engine running hard and hot.]

[andallthatme]

[ He actually cries out- a sound that may have once been Ironhide's name escaping his vocals

He's holding onto coherence by a thread, but it's enough for him to start seeking out that seam on Ironhide's chest panels ]

[show_my_cannons]

[That sound just makes him purr, and moan all at the same time.

His panels slide open as they always do--with a creaky, grinding sound--as he continues to try and illicit the same in Jazz.]

[andallthatme]

[ His own panels are not far behind- though they are substantially more quiet than Ironhide's.

He dips a hand in the opening in Ironhide's chest, brushing his fingers along his spark casing. ]

[show_my_cannons]

[There's a moment where he tenses - it's been a long, long time since certain things happened to that spark, but he still can't help his initial response. The casing is scarred, worn and chipped in places, and the contact with those scars makes him press himself against those fingers, groaning in his chest.

For his part, the touch of his fingers on Jazz's casing is light, careful, with hesitant little brushes of a fingertip.]

[andallthatme]

[ He's gentle with Ironhide's spark- trailing his fingers along scars and marks in the casing- but he can't say the same for his own.

He jerks suddenly, pressing his casing roughly against Ironhide's fingers, groaning as he does ]