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]

[ 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 ]

[show_my_cannons]

[He's never minded a rough time in the berth. But this is the one part of him he... really doesn't mind the light, careful contact. He angles his body, allowing even better access to it.

At first, he pulls his hand back, but only for a moment. Then he's pressing back, seeking out the opening a little rougher than before.]

[andallthatme]

[ He takes the hint, carefully exploring Ironhide's spark casing a little more thoroughly

But when that hand pulls away, he pauses ]

It's... okay, Ironhide. I... want this... want you... always...

[ And then Ironhide's hand is back and he presses into that touch with a moan ]

[show_my_cannons]

[Every little touch seems to pull a noise out of him--a hitch of intakes, a rev of his engine--and he angles his shoulders against the berth, pressing back with more care than someone his size should have.]

...

[While he doesn't verbally respond to the reassurance. Instead, he nods faintly, and keeps going, working slowly up and down the casing's surface.

Words can come later.]

[andallthatme]

[ He makes very sure not to leave one inch of the other's spark casing unexplored.

The locks on his casing are coming dangerously close to opening under Ironhide's touch. He wills them to stay closed as best he can through the haze of sensation- of want. ]

[show_my_cannons]

[He has the willpower to match, but right now, he doesn't want it. There's a low moan in his vocals as his casing finally creaks open. He doesn't want to wait. He just wants Jazz.

And as it opens, he digs his fingertips in slightly to the other's.]

[andallthatme]

[ His intakes hitch and he moans as his locks finally give way.

He withdraws his hand and he digs it into a seam on Ironhide's shoulder, finding purchase so he can tug himself closer ]

[show_my_cannons]

[His hand slides away, joining the other still on Jazz's back. Digging his fingers into the panels, he pulls them the rest of the way, almost desperately.]

[andallthatme]

[ It's all he can do to hold on as everything that is Ironhide rushes over him. He loves it. He never wants it to stop. He lost Ironhide once, and he never ever wants to lose him again.

He presses harder against his partner as if that will prolong the sensation- make the link between them deeper. ]

[show_my_cannons]

[He holds on with all his stubborn will, every last bit he didn't use up to this point. The hand on Jazz's back digs in, as something of himself responds to the other's desire, allowing more of it in.

It's a sensation he's never felt before, the overwhelming rush of life and Jazz--all the pain, the comfort, the love--threatening to crash every system. But he holds on. He needs it, they both need it.

Jazz is all he has left. All he wants.]

[andallthatme]

[ The line between them is blurring, and it's intoxicating and dizzying. Almost too much too fast, but he holds on with everything he has left, pouring himself into his partner, never wanting to let go. Never wanting this to stop. ]