Even with his, experience, in the matter, Optimus never failed to be slightly surprised at how deep Jazz could take his spike. As Jazz rode him heâd always get to a point where motions seemed to be unable to get Optimus any deeper. Until finally, as he did every time, Jazz would overload and seem to just slide down his length until obscenely stretched valve lips were flush against Optimusâs lubricant drenched plating.
Jazz would take a moment there to grin at Optimus even as he vented heavily. Then put a hand on Optimus to steady himself, wrapping the other around his spike as he began to rock. Rubbing his swollen node on Optimusâs plating as if he were some kind of toy. Tied down to the berth with his spike being used mostly for Jazzâs own pleasure he couldnât even dispute the description.