Optimus barely twitched as his comm pinged, hands buried down in Springarm's writhing frame, tongue halfway down his moaning throat.

His secret head of Special Operations was on his way.

::Didn't exactly expect 'ta get a ping on him so quick. But this wasn't ah normal comm at all, boss. Someone spat code in his audials, and given the readings at the time, he wasn't pleased. The code went nuts, and Ratchet is on his way too.::

::...That bad?::

::It fought with the code controls. Need the medic on hand. Gonna stick around, see what we can dredge up. Don't want to give up all our tricks at once, after all.:: Jazz laughed, though his tone was steely. Optimus rumbled, not sure what to think, though the effect it had on the smaller mech trapped under his weight was beautifully pleasant. Springarm writhed, and Optimus took a moment to pleasure his frame, fingers digging into the tire on his back and nipping down on his throat cabling.

::Mhmm. We'll be here. ...might drag you into the pile too.::

Jazz's laugh was more honest the second time.

::Prime, don't promise me fun times when I'm on the clock! I'll have 'ta settle for watchin'."