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Assistant: Title: Sentinel Prime Drabble Scrapbook
        Author: Bunsuu Bunsuu 
        Chapter: 1/19 
        Summary: Sentinel Prime sm@t drabbles unrelated to any of my other works! Contains stuff like fluff and full-con to less pious things. Drabble titles will have ratings and a "!" next to the rating if there are squick warnings for the entry.
        Contents: Chapter 1: 1. Tummy Rubs (Mature)
    

    


  

  
  
    
    Sentinel grimaced as his tanks rolled and ached restlessly, internal components demanding something to placate the storm of unrest inside. Patrol was always quiet when the jets were off tending to their own devices, which left Sentinel, Jazz, and Magnus aboard the bridge. The commander had retired early for the cycle; muttering something about not getting much recharge over the past few dark cycles as he left. Silence was maintained for a good joor or so before Sentinel's tanks began to rumble internally with displeasure. After a few kliks of this blooming ache within him, Sentinel had leaned back in his chair and massaged his midsection gently. His touch had no effect, unable to quell the surge of the yucky feeling in his tanks. To his surprise, white servos decended from behind him and shooed his clumsy ones away."Jazz...?""Shh. You probably got yourself too stressed out over somethin' again. Relax." Jazz's smooth vocals resonated clearly in Sentinel's audials, the vivid sensation causing the Prime to shiver.Definitely, the Cyber-Ninja had done this before. Kneading gently and tenderly, Sentinel Prime relaxed into his co-worker/subordinate's touch. He found it curious that it felt good to let the 'bot tend to him. Really good, even. Too good...? The rising tempature of his frame wasn't a big indicator, but, the notification of his equipment coming online was. Jazz had seemed to notice this- slagging keen glitches, ninja are- and chuckled directly into his audial. If he had sounded smooth before, currently that chuckle sounded like liquid sin. "May I? Helping you rewind for once wouldn't be a hassle, 'ya dig?" A fingertip softly tapped at his interface panel, directly over his valve. "I... yeah... go ahead, I mean... Jazz, you may." Sentinel stuttered, noticibly reticent compared to his usual manner. The panel slid aside, granting access to his most... untouched piece of his equipment. If there was anyone that Sentinel trusted with such things-- or most anything, really- it was Jazz. A delicate brush of digits across the moderately slickened folds of Sentinel's warm port drew a gasp from the Prime. "If you want me to stop at any time, or if something feels uncomfortable, tell me and I'll stop, okay?""Mhmmm..." With permission officially granted, the fingers pressed down fully upon the rim, rubbing up and down; side to side; even in gentle circles luxuriously slowly. Primus, Jazz was truly adroit. Moaning, Sentinel melted further into his subordinate's servo; knots of contempt, stress, doubt, all of those complex emotions were gone with each movement of Jazz's fingers. When Jazz finally breached the entrance of his valve Sentinel could do nothing but mewl blissfully and lean into the soft kisses being showered upon his helm.'
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