kinktober day seventeen
tfa sentinel prime x jazz
tws/content- mutual masturbation, sensation sharing/play (?), friends with benefits and feelings, medical play (?), finger biting, oral
"C'mon Jazz, stop teasing me about it." Sentinel whines, throwing himself backwards onto his berth. He had made the mistake of sneaking into the medbay and finding a whole array of sensation chips including vibration, tingling and soreness, interfacing and spark play two-way connector cables, as well as a number of restraints that are used in numerous medical procedures but gave Sentinel much different ideas.
"I'm not teasing you, I'm just talking about it." Jazz offers with a lighthearted chuckle, reading a manual for one of the cords. He snaps the end of it to a wire in his wrist, looking satisfied.
"You're teasing me." the prime pouts, sitting up on the edge of his berth. It was weird asking, then setting this 'date' up with Jazz, as it always is. Of course, the awkward moment would pass and it wouldn't hinder the experience for either of them.
"Uh huh." Jazz hums sarcastically, scanning over the instructions before sitting and facing him. His servo is so close to Sentinel's. "I thought you liked that, bein' teased."
"Yeah, well..." Sentinel stops before he embarrasses himself, looking up at his partner. The ninjabot almost looks angelic like this, almost looming over him and offering Sentinel the other end of the cord. The blue bot takes it and studies the end, trying to figure out how Jazz easily snapped it on. "Which one's this one?"
"It's for sensory allocation." Jazz takes the cable from his servos, holding the top of Sentinel's servo and turning his arm over, connecting the second end to his wrist. "Sharing."
The cable is shorter than it seemed to be. There's an awkward shortness to the cord, too short to have their own servos away from each other's, so Sentinel hesitantly fumbles over the berth sheets to hold Jazz's servo.
"Fascinating..." Jazz hums, squeezing the prime's servo, feeling his other being squeezed. The guardsman runs his servo from his thigh plating up to his chassis, it makes Sentinel shiver.
"Oh, weird." the prime muses, reaching out to touch Jazz, holding his waist and feeling the same touch on his own plating. Sentinel blushes and withdrawals his servo, smiling nervously and leaning back on the berth. The guardsman follows suit, practically leaning over Sentinel and encouraging him farther onto the soft sheets. He leans back onto his elbow struts, laying flat with an unintended huff when Jazz pushes him down onto the berth. The prime doesn't fight back, seeing no need to. Not right now, not to be pushed around or protest against it. Sentinel hadn't talked to Jazz about that yet. Whoops. He must already know, right?
"Senti," Jazz chimes in a soft, sweet voice, the cutesy pet name making him smile a little and look up at the guardsman. "there you are. No need to be nervous now, 'kay?" Sentinel nods, worried his voice would waver or crack if he tried to speak. Jazz gets much closer to him, much to the prime's surprise, straddling and sitting on his thighs with a gentle smile on his faceplates.
The guardsman can feel the pressure of his own weight on his thighs, it's odd, but it doesn't seem out of place for him and Sentinel to experiment with.
Jazz shifts down, putting his servo on the prime's waist and faceplates near his panels. Not even having to open his intake and ask, Sentinel's interfacing panels snap aside, lubricant spilling from his array. The guardsman kisses at his spike, going down from the tip to his exterior node.
When Jazz's visor begins to fog up, Sentinel awkwardly smiles and laughs quietly. The prescription visor is taken off, uncaringly thrown to the opposite side of the berth and quickly forgotten about.
Sentinel tries to stay quiet, squeezing Jazz's servo, taking his other servo and putting two digits into his intake, biting down gently to put a stop to his needy noises for now.
Jazz, who does not have the steadiest vents right now, is lapping at the prime's valve, pushing warm air onto the array and making Sentinel whine. The guardsman's blush darkens, panting and feeling the shared connection working harder and straining to share the pleasurable sensations. The cable is most likely stalling, it's fine. Probably.
The prime bites his derma, putting his servo on Jazz's helm, not forcing him to do more, just kind of making sure he'll stay right there.
"Jazz, Jazz, Jazz please!" Sentinel gasps, his tone rushed and shaky. He whines, throwing his helm back, trying not to squeeze his thighs together and squish the guardsman's kibble. He gasps and withers, overloading with a harsh jolt through his circuits.
The prime eventually regains control of his spasming body, his vents evening out until the connecting wire between the two catches up, it forces Jazz to gasp, humming into his partner's valve and shakily sucking at Sentinel's exterior node, the sensation almost driving him to overload himself.
Primus, this would be one hell of a night.
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I think Sentinel might be the TFA character I have the most ships for, which is unexpected for me. I like Sentinel/Optimus, Sentinel/Jazz, Sentinel/Ultra Magnus, Sentinel/Elita...
Also I totally see him as a bratty bottom in all of these.
That's because you're overwhelmingly correct for that
He's an interesting character to put into situations, and he works well with a lot of the other autobots ship wise, also because he's a character with a million and ten flaws.
The decepticons might be known for murder but Sentinel is a more recognizable type of asshole, making him immensely annoying. To me thus translates into hilarious and I wanna shake him around like a chewtoy. He's a specific recipe and it's cool to see what all can change.
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OMG YOURE THE ANON?!?! DUUUUDE we are holding hands rn
Now I can thank your personally for sending that ask! I spent sm time brewing in it and had a fun time aaaaaaa.
I’m so going to post more sentijazz TAKE THIS
WAAAAAAAAA YOURE WELCOME !!!!! ( ˃̣̣̥ω˂̣̣̥ )
dude i loved your response seriously your brain is so big im glad i asked. im always happy to hear from a fellow sentineler >_<
anyways TAKE THESE
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Sentinel: I want a sit-rep STAT!
Jazz: That’s just Sentinel jive for “situation report”
Sentinel: Oh! Is that what we’re playing at? Is that what we’re doing now? Two can play it at this game.
Jazz: What-
Sentinel: “Big Wigs from the home turf on the horn for you” is Jazz language for “the council is calling”
Jazz: C’mon mech don’t translate for me
Sentinel: Then how about that “situation report” I asked for? So much time was wasted translating-
Jazz: You made it a big deal, SP!
Sentinel: And now I’m ending it, Jazz!
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