#n.s.f.t

[spymeister]

Smash or pass: Tarn

Really depends. As long as he doesn't mind I'm holding the leash to that pretty throat before he tries to use his words. Choke him real pretty, and listen to him warble once he loses just enough energon to allow his processor to float on that edge.

[sultrybeats]

@flameofprimus  💭

Not sure about his personality, but the aft is nice enough to look at on the way out.

[hellisheir]

❛ do whatever you want with me, i'm yours. ❜ (&. 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.)

Michael tugged at his hair as he kept the rhythm. "Are you certain about that?" A brow raised while he held Katsumi's legs over his shoulders, thrusting in and out. He felt so delightfully tight, Michael bit his lower lip out of pleasure.

There weren't many thoughts running in his mind, he was simply savouring the moment, caught up in the wave of sensations he was already experiencing.

[sultrybeats]

There are very few days where he feels his roots, but today is one of them. Several of the bolt-holes he uses as hiding places are also either abandoned or owned by him outright through various shell designations. Mirage had been both a bountiful and grateful friend- and helped the Poly invest his war-time earnings into something reciprocal. As a result, Jazz had actively been the one thing he'd never been before: financially secure.

So, that's why he can walk towards the pole situated in the middle of the floor- an old dance studio that has been rebuilt and remodeled. Deft claws curl around the thick metal as he allows his personal speakers to play something slow and sultry. Optics close as his visor flips up, rolling his hips as he begins to dance.

The almost organic flexibility makes itself known as he begins to work the pole. For the first time, he's not dancing for a patron or a client- he's dancing for himself. A hop and curl of his leg around the pole sends him into a lazy spin- body arching backward as the room rotates around him.

It's sheer skill and experience that lets him manipulate the pole without the use of magnetics, his heavier armor shed to let his lighter protoform breathe and move. Claws splay and trace down his frame- touching seams and gaps as he allows a smile to curl full lips upwards. It's as sexually exhilarating as it is anything else, but honestly?

He likes pretending there's an audience, people paying to see him. Lusting after him. Wanting him.

But unable to touch.