same anon horny for bulkhead
YESSSSS THAT WAS SO GOOD!!! Spitting Sentinel’s fluid back in his own face was so damn hot omg. Bulkhead giving pro BulkHEAD. Yes yes yes please do another one with Jazz. Maybe a threesome? Bulkhead can show off how good he is in the berth by taking care of two partners at once <3
Jdhfjejss, yes, yes I can make it a threesome, I can make it a bulkprowljazz threesome because he's very much capable of handling two ninjas at once, especially when ones on his spike AND on his tongue.
But it takes a while again, before Jazz works up his own courage to try it and try whatever had sentinel looking and acting like that around Bulkhead for a while. Not really yelling, but almost ignoring him. His pride has been hit for better or for worse and it's a wound he needs to take time to recover from!
Even if it also means he kinda wants more. It's so obvious he wants more of whateverthefuck they did back on the ship. And Jazz wants to know, he wants to know so badly because this is good and great shit.
But nooooo, apparently NEITHER of them are the type to drag and tell.
"so, did something happen between you two? Ya finally managed to duke it out?"
Jazz is so amused at the increased sputtering Sentinel gives him before telling him off for prying in a superior officers business, then being yelled at for doing work that was already done, and more yelling and yelling until he very much is just huffing and finally runs back to his room in shame. And Jazz is just there watching and being very very much amused about it.
Bulkhead is much less amusing and more insightful about the big lug himself.
"did you and Sentinel get into something?" Pure chance, pure chance that he caught Bulkhead while he was working on a painting thing at the park, pretty peaceful, and probably the only chance he has at- oh hey there's prowl. Damnit.
"hm? Nah, I just finally got him off my struts and stuff." Bulkhead only shrugs and changes colors, providing the basic shapes of the park in front of him. Pretty cool stuff really, impressive with the pincers not breaking it so easily.
"you have been happier since then, did you win?" Prowl, ever strange and increasingly showboaty prowl, simply flips down from the branch he sat in and hangs there to be closer to the conversation.
"I guess? Gave him what he wanted and now he's leaving me alone! Did he tell you anything?" The paint drips from the mop as he looks at Jazz. Very familiar, too. He's trying to take in information, see if it's even okay to talk about such a thing, because he doesn't want to tarnish sentinel prime reputation like the sweet heart he is. Bulkhead simply wanted Sentinel Prime to leave him alone and he succeeded. In a weird way.
"nah, I asked and he got all mad about it. I think you won." Bulkhead simply looks away, pretty happy with keeping his mouth shut about it if Sentinel doesn't want to talk about it indefinitely. Doesn't mean Jazz is no longer interested, now he wants to know HOW bulkhead managed to do that. He assumes the best, bulkhead took over and either fragged the daylights out of Sentinel or like,,,,, he doesn't really know he just assumes he's just as heavy handed with interfacing as he is with his words. Even if it's the opposite with his servos.
Speaking of, he realizes he's been watching them way too long and not paying attention for someone who simply wanted to get a little more information.
"so what are you doing here?"
"oh I'm just trying to paint the park. It's called an observational drawing, and it helps a lot with an artist's ability to visualize scenes and stuff." He's still painting while talking. Double tasking pretty well as Jazz watches him put down more colors and make the weird shapes before finally look like the play structure, the trees around it, even the ground underneath. The protoform playing on it are a nice touch.
"really? How long have you been doing this?"
Side note- can you guys see how hard I fuck with bulkhead being an artist. It's not- it's not obvious right. I'm being subtle about it right. Yeah, yeah I'm being subtle.
"a while after we got to earth. It's a nice hobby, though I'm not nearly as good as the human masters. You should look at the work in the museums, they're all so pretty."
Jazz has not missed how prowls watching him. Very hard too when the bots still upside down. And- and pointing his visor right at him. Weirdo.
It's a very slow process of Jazz actually getting infected with the "hey what if I fucked bulkhead" thought process, and night talk to prowl about it. It's an awkward conversation for sure, so awkward. It's not everyday you ask someone to fuck outside of a bar or club setting. Also autobot culture surrounding said sex practices and such but anyhow, it's probably when they're for SURE alone.
"hey, have you uh, like, done it with-"
"most of us have."
WOW okay that's a lot of information to take in. On the one hand, he's good enough for everyone to have tried him, on the other, it also means he has a chance. Or no chance.
"is it exclusive?"
"no, he's good at it though. Very attentive. Probably due to his size."
"hm."
It's another long bout of silence while they both sit on the roof of the base at night, watching everything the city does while it's residents are sleeping.
"I can ask him for you. If you are unsure." Prowl doesn't assume anything other than Jazz just wanting a chance. He doesn't assume anything about Jazz wanting someone his size to be there Incase something goes wrong, and absolutely doesn't assume about Jazz and his ever growing feelings TOWARDS Prowl, with how many times they've been alone and simply talking like this and hanging out, and the amount of times they've been close and-
"If, he says yes, I kind of- want you there." He wants prowl there. He wants to try bulkhead out but he also wants prowl there.
And honestly? The day of? Because of course bulkhead says yes, and of course prowl is still not used to it, Jazz gets his spike.
Prowl can stutter and moan while talking Jazz through taking it all, maybe they can hold hands while bulkhead simply waits and pays attention to prowls valve, flicking and pulling his glossa as deep as it could go and using only a servo to hold him down and still despite how hard he's trying to buck and grind.
And another servo around the waist of Jazz, who's panting and trying so so hard to take it all but he's not exactly used to anyone else bigger than, say, sentinel. (Don't judge they both got desperate a few times out on missions) So he's trying to focus on anything but the warmth of bulkhead between his legs and instead trying to focus on the broken words prowl is trying to convey, changing in pitch each time Bulkhead decides he needs to flatten his glossa against his exterior node with a little wiggle as a treat to the bundle of nerves.
"j-just rel-ax, you can ta-haa~ake it, you're doing so well..." Jazz is steaming so hard there's condensation where he and bulkhead meet and it's only helping him slide down farther onto that thick spike and causing more choked moans and groans to escape his vox.
Someone help him because as soon as Bulkhead is done with giving prowl a few overloads he's gonna turn his attention to Jazz who is getting very close to putting his ass against Bulkheads pelvis plating.
"it-zz- it's so- ah! That's to-ooh~ too much..!" Jazz whimpers in a sort of defeat, trying to rise as he watches-- tries to, his visions glitching a little from so much stimulation and minor overloads, nothing really satisfying. Yet.-- prowl convulses and whines, clawing at Bulkheads chest so he could have something to ground himself with other than just holding onto Jazz's hand.
Hehe, bulkhead is so tall it's so hard to reach each other easily probably hehehehee
Speaking of, Bulkhead can hold them both still, a servo each, wrapped around their waist or chests, he stops Jazz from lifting off of his spike, the tight valve constricting in another short overload as Jazz tries to move in his own, too fast for how much Bulkhead is stretching him at the moment. He can't let Jazz hurt himself because he's not completely focused on him! That makes him a bad berth partner!
So instead, he holds him where he is. Just an inch away from bottoming out, and no doubt leaving a beautiful bump protruding from his tanks if his gasping and groaning was anything to go by.
Probably sends him a comm message too, 'everything okay? Greenlight? Red light?' he's so nice for checking up on his partner....
Prowl on the other hand is squeezing the shit out of Bulkheads throat. Trying to, of course, with how weak his legs are rapidly growing in accordance to each flat wiggle of his glossa against his exterior node, moaning and whimpering when he goes back to teasing and prodding the first few caliper rings he can reach.
It takes Jazz a bit to read and really understand the message, with him panting and grasping instead onto the pincers and Bulkheads tanks for some sort of grounding purchase, but hes very quick to send back a simple '🟢' when he finally understands, and has to sit there and try his best to get it to move, to do something other than just sit there and feel the throb and twitch of Bulkheads over-fucking-sized spike bullying his interior nodes and deep clusters his other partners haven't really been able to reach unless they where at it for HOURS, and here bulkhead is doing it in a matter of minutes.
He no doubt blue screens when Bulkhead is finally capable of thrusting. When he bottoms out, it's a sight to behold, for more of Jazz protoform to stretch out, the shape of bulkhead so damn clear in the black plating, too bad Bulky is still trynna make Prowl bliss out and go a little stupid.
It's a few minutes before he thinks prowl is done with his glossa. He isn't done with him, not really, he has another plan to make this better for the both of them. But Prowl needs a little break, if the glitching vocalizer is any consolation when he tries to ask Why bulkhead stopped, wanting to climb right back up and ride that glossa into oblivion, but no, Bulkheads telling him to rest, just for a little bit, catch his breath, maybe drink some coolant lol
Now he can focus on Jazz. Sitting up so he can see him more clearly, shifting his spike and making it cozy up closer to already squished nodes, a whimper so light and breathy slipping from his vents and it's just soooo cute!
"you're doing such a good job, are you ready to move yet, or do you need a little more time?" Bulkheads looking down at Jazz, holding him close so he can rest against his tanks, and just breath, taking in the warmth and thrumming engine that's holding him so close.
"n-no, now, please please can you move please noww~!"
The grinding is renewed, his body begging for any bigger sort of release than the small, measly little overloads that just kept leaving more charge behind, barely any fluid spilled, so bulkhead needs to stop him. Needs to keep him from making a mistake and ruining his overload by ruining himself so soon. He holds Jazz as still as he can with a writhing and shaking frame, trying to push the pincers away just so he can get what he wants, and prowl? Prowl seems recovered enough. They knew he could take care of them, so he's gonna do his job, he's gonna take care of them.
Bulkhead shifts, he moves to a position where he can sit up, dragging prowl back into the fray, and in between him and Jazz, sitting him aligned nearly perfectly towards Jazz" spike housing. He doesn't even have to say anything! Jazz is so desperate he opens it right unti prowls valve, a full body shudder at the warm wet heat that envelops him, and the whimper that follows us downright pathetic as he leans in prowls shoulder. Who, mind you, now has a spike in him, after multiple overloads, from oral.
That bot is so sensitive it's a miracle he did t have another overload right there, but he clings onto Jazz as he bucks his hips as far as Bulkheads grip will allow.
They stay like that for only a minute,
"I'm gonna move now, is that okay with y'all?" He barely gets a nod from Jazz, and a staticky yes from Prowl. Poor Bulkheads just been throbbing and waiting, oh so patiently for his turn, and now he can get it! Just.... Slowly. He really doesn't wanna hurt these two, so he's gentle. Slowly working towards his first overload, listening and working to keep Jazz from falling as he lifts him up and down, and consequently, in and out of prowl, his own praise directed towards how strong they are, about the stamina and how long they've lasted, telling them good job, calling them pretty, and so beautiful, because it Bulkhead, they really are pretty. Colorful and sleek, the stuff he used to see in the datapad he bought behind his carriers back.
If course he should get lost in the sauce. It's his given right to go a little too hard chasing his own overload, to miss the quiet but plentiful please for him to slow down, to go softer, but never to stop. They don't send in a red light, but by the time he's spilling his transfluid I to Jazz they're both shut down, needing a restart from the sheer amount of stimulation caused via dominoe effect of their position, something Bulkhead was expecting, because it seemed smarter to let the smaller partners focus on each other while he worked on making sure neither of them collapsed.
Not that it's really an issue with how closely he was holding them while he rode out his first overload, the bump on Jazz's tanks growing but squishing, seeping out of his valve and all over Bulkheads pelvis platings in pink streaks.
He really wants another one. He really really does. But he knows better than to frag sleeping bots without consent.
"I should call bee..." Is the first thought he has while wiping them both down, checking them over to see if he needs to Call Ratchet, or if he needs to paint over transfers. He's so careful with the cloth between his pincers, wiping both their valves clean and Jazz soft spike practically shines like it's been polished when he's done! He makes sure to leave them with energon, coolant, and maybe some of his secret stash of his favorite oil blend that he uses to give himself the energy and sweetness he needs. He leaves a note, of course he does, he would stay with him if he didn't get called out by Optimus, something about the Elite guard rookies requesting his presence, but that's not too important as making sure those two are comfortable in his berth.
He can worry about his charge later, he's not a protoform, he can subside it until he and Bumblebee hang out later that night.
If one of them wakes up, clearly too early, he's very very quick to shush them back to sleep with small talk, quiet conversation while he hides his own transfers. He needs to look professional, it isn't just him and the team anymore around the ship. If either of them tell him to come back and cuddle cuz, like, I know both of them don't fuck and flee-- not that Bulkheads fleeing, he'll be back-- he's not gonna say no, and instead sit near them while he fixes himself up. A quick fifteen minutes too himself while prowl and Jazz huddle closer together to make up for the lost warmth of Bulkhead.
It's almost four AM by the time I'm done writing this, and it's only gotten longer than planned each time I sat down to write, I need to stop before it gets even more out of have my friend😭😭, anyhow, here's this thing I got too passionate about because, again, I LOVE Bulkhead and he's more than "fat dumb person who tries to excel" to me lol.