Jazz Vs Prowl

Prowl was a mech not used to being touched. It was to be expected after all. The only person who ever touched him without it being a part of their job was Jazz. Jazz was a unique mech who was always physical with his appreciation of people. It was the different cultures on Cybertron that led to their stances on physical touch. Jazz was a mech who thrived on touching and being touched whereas Prowl could enjoy it but it was something he didn't care going without. He'd gotten used to Jazz's touch over the millennia they spent together during the war, but the touch he had been receiving as of lately was something else entirely. He was rather inexperienced in matters involving being touched for touching's sake. Jazz had never touched him
like this before. Tumbler had, but that was a lifetime ago it seemed.

"Seems he's enjoying it," a voice said drawing him out of his own processor. His optics turned back on. He didn't remember when he had turned them off. He had retreated into his processor when the Constructicons had decided they wanted to be touchy feely with the enforcer. He was held against one of their frames and many sets of servos wandered around his frame. They had long since found out about the many soft spots of the enforcer's frame either through experimentation or Prowl's own memories, they saw when combined. That didn't prevent them from taking their sweet time in running their servos over his considerably smaller frame. Their digits couldn't get too deep under his plating where some of his most sensitive wiring ran, but they didn't need to get deep to get Prowl's engine purring despite his control.

A chuckle reverberated up his back strut through the chassis leaning into his back. The vibrations transferred into his wings causing them to stiffen and an almost silent gasp spill from Prowl's vocalizer. After being around the group of mechs, Prowl had stopped flinching when one of them would suddenly touch him. It had been a journey to get there, but they did. The Constructicons had gotten good at reading Prowl's body and facial reactions which is something not many could say. A servo turned his head to one side and his optics closed when a mouth connected to his own. It had been Hook; Prowl knew that before closing his optics. Hook had always been the one to express affection this way with any of the members that formed Devastator. That was the something Prowl had to get used to. He could count on one hand how many times he'd been kissed before becoming a piece of Devastator; now he could count on both hands per day how many times he'd been kissed. Hook's glossa slipped past Prowl's loose lips. A hand cradled the back of his helm and maneuvered Prowl's head to allow his glossa free roam. One of Prowl's servos clutched Hook's shoulder. His other was currently being treated to a massage and a few light kisses from Scavenger. It wasn't long until Prowl was releasing soft noises into Hook's mouth. Mixmaster like usual was exploring his frame for weak spots he hadn't been able to find. No matter what Prowl told him he never stopped looking. Of course, Prowl didn't know all the spots on his frame that sent pleasure up his neural net. Mixmaster was good at finding those spots that even Prowl himself didn't know affected him. Of course, his wings had drawn his attention at first, but he often only messed with them now when he couldn't get a suitable reaction from Prowl otherwise. His doorwings were pleasantly stimulated though through the vibrations of Bonecrusher's engine pressed against his back. A mouth began kissing along the cables lining Prowl's neck. He knew it was Bonecrusher since he knew the others didn't have easy access to his neck.

Hook finally withdrew from Prowl's mouth leaving a lightly panting Prowl with flushed cheeks.
There was a bit of oral lubricant leaking out of the corner of mouth which Hook was incredibly pleased with. His optics stayed shut as his processor was bombarded with multiple stimuli it was struggling to document everything in a categorized system. There was a shuffling and then servos were on his face turning it a different way. Lips kissed along his face making his cheeks flush.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It didn't take long for the Constructicon's to move on from just petting. All sets of fans in the room were at least cycling air; Prowl's was the loudest, though. It was no secret to the Constructicons that Prowl liked to be restrained. That was an easy task to handle after all most of the components of Devastator was so much more massive than Prowl. Bonecrusher stayed behind Prowl sitting him in between his pedes as he held the mech close preventing him from doing no more than squirm in his grasp. He set his chin on Prowl's shoulder and glanced down to see Hook holding Prowl's legs down as he slowly licked at Prowl's exposed valve. "Look at him Prowl" Bonecrusher whispered into Prowl's audio receptor, "Hook is enjoying doing this aren't you enjoying his
work?"