From something I’m working on. Btw, Prowl has his full samurai armor in this fic, just so you know.
"Jazz," Prowl whispered, his mouth gliding along the curve of Jazz’s jaw.
Jazz rubbed Prowl’s lower back. “Lookin’ for some action?”
Prowl’s face once again emerged into the moonlight. Faint shimmers danced off his gold accents and blue visor. Primus, he looked amazing in the dark. Jazz wondered whether or not he was the one dreaming.
"You seem to awaken certain needs. Ones I pay less attention to when you aren’t present." Prowl purred, his voice creating a chord within the quiet. He smiled, took his visor off and set it on the shelf beside the berth. His fingertips caressed Jazz’s cheek plate and followed the seam to his bottom lip.
Jazz cupped Prowl’s face and planted kisses where his optics should have been. His mind flashed back to a conversation they had the morning after they bonded.
"Jazz, they say the optics are the windows to the Spark."
Prowl rubbed his arm and lowered his head. “I have no optics to gaze into.”
"Hey, it’s okay. I know what’s in your Spark, and you know what’s in mine. Optics aren’t everythin’, Prowl. You ‘see’ with your hands, right?"
"Then I’m not missin’ anything."
Their hands found each other and pressed together in the darkness.