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Title: A Slow and Sweet Torture
Pairing: Blurr/Jazz
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP, anal, bondage, oral
Summary: (1/1; AU) Jazz shows Blurr that speed isn’t everything.
A/N: I've decided to put all my oneshots here instead of cluttering up the place with seperate stories.


Jazz smirked as Blurr writhed beneath him, trailing his servo over the smaller mech’s heaving chassis. The agent was bound to a control panel, straps binding his wrists together above his helm, connected to another set of straps that looped around his thigh, keeping his legs held up in the air. A gag was wrapped around Blurr’s mouth, and he let out a muffled whine as Jazz’s servo trailed lower, cupping his bonding shaft and rubbing it gently.

“You want me to go faster?” Jazz asked, leaning forward to brush his lips over Blurr’s audio. “Want me to pump your plug hard and fast until you burst? Want me to shove into your body over and over until you overload again?”

Blurr nodded frantically.

Jazz chuckled, “No. I think I’ll take my sweet time with you, gorgeous.”

Blurr let out an agitated huff and jerked when Jazz’s thumb rubbed over the sensitive, wet slit of his shaft. Jazz lifted his servo to his lips, lapping away the fluid that had collected on his digit.

“You taste sweet, baby,” Jazz murmured, lowering to his knees. “I want more.”

Blurr screamed into the gag as the cyber-ninja’s warm mouth engulfed him, glossa twining around his length. Helm bobbing up and down around Blurr’s plug, the cyber-ninja dipped his fingers lower, teasing the agent’s slick port. Two fingers slipped inside, slowly pumping in and out, the tips continuously scraping over a sensitive bundle of wires that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through Blurr’s sensors. He shuddered when Jazz pulled away, gazing up at the cyber-ninja with a pleading expression. With a wicked grin etched on his face, Jazz retraced his pelvic plating, moaning as he rubbed over Blurr’s opening, slowly pushing the head of his shaft inside and then stilling his hips. Blurr tensed and bit down on the gag, thrashing against the binds. He tried to push his hips down to draw Jazz in deeper, but the binds kept him stationary.

“Need more, baby?” Jazz asked.

Blurr whimpered and nodded.

“I suppose we should speed things up,” Jazz snickered. “Somebody could walk in on us…but I’ve always liked livin’ on the dangerous side.”

Blurr’s optics widened as Jazz gradually eased in until fully sheathed within his body. The cyber-ninja threw his helm back and moaned from the tight heat encasing him, languidly rocking his hips, causing the smaller mech to tremble. The gentle rocking of Jazz’s hips seemed to last forever, driving Blurr wild as pleasure overwhelmed his circuitry, sending him closer and closer to overload, but the cyber-ninja’s slow movements merely kept him on the brink. He looked into Jazz’s optics, silently begging the cyber-ninja to send him toppling over that brink, but the larger mech wasn’t in a giving mood. Jazz continued with his lazy, tortuous thrusts, leaning down to nibble and lick Blurr’s neck. His servo raised up to caress the agent’s flushed face, wiping away the condensation that was trickling down before pulling the gag down.

Blurr panted, “Please-please-please-please-oh-Primus-please-faster-harder-Jazz-please-ahhh!”

The agent let out a piercing scream as Jazz slammed three fingers in alongside his thrusting shaft. Overwhelmed, Blurr climaxed, screams and curses muffled out as Jazz’s mouth descended over his, kissing him sweetly as spasms overtook his body and darkness filled his optics.

Sometime later, Blurr rebooted, finding himself in Jazz’s quarters and snuggled in the cyber-ninja’s arms. A smug grin was plastered on Jazz’s face.

“I’m-going-to-make-you-pay,” Blurr murmured, smirking.

“I look forward to it,” Jazz laughed, nuzzling the agent’s cheek.

End