For a bot kissing isn’t lips and breath. Jazz calls it something else. A low vibration that settles in his vocalizer or a plucked sax note translated into servo language. He doesn’t just touch you, he tunes to you. His right servo finds the edge of your collarplate. The exchange is a static warmth through the plating. You let him. You tilt your helm, presenting the soft spot where chassis meets neck plating, where a link might be accepted. Jazz smiles with his optics, hums and leans it. He starts biting and kissing the spot, running his glossa there. You let out sharps statistics of pleasure and hitchy vents, your grunts filling the air.

"Mmm~ That's ma good boy~"

He lifts his servo and cups the side of your faceplate and moves his dermas closer and presses them yours. The contact is light and sends a tiny shock of pleasurable feedback through your own sensors. You answer by leaning in, meeting his rhythm. After some nanokliks Jazz breaks the kiss first, gently, just enough to let the two of you breathe in separate air again. His optics blink open and he grins, mischief, half astonishment as if he’s surprised every time your voice box can blow open big spaces inside him. He taps the side of your headplate with a digit playfully.

"That's ma favorite tune. Ya play it good."