He almost rolled his optics. He was a former-consort. Everything that had to do with interfacing was his business, even the riskier, more unsavory aspects. That didn't mean he had to be concerned about them all the time.

It really ruined the mood.

"OF course I do-mmmrhm." The Prime wavered on his feet, unbalanced by the sudden lift- and, of course, the kiss.

The surprise was almost as impressive as the quality of the kiss itself, and had Megatron kept it up for longer, Optimus might have slipped back into older, more submissive habits. As it was, he leaned in during the brief joining, tilting into the electric kiss, and readily allowed the larger mech access with a low groan.

His engine rumbled with objection when Megatron pulled away, leaning briefly toward the distanced mech as if magnetized, but he didn't whine, simply licking his lips to spark the last of the lingering charge.

"...Work for it?" His chuckle was a bit rough, charge and suddenly surged want making it difficult to focus. But he always had recovered quickly. "I could say the same for you and what you might want here."

Then he turned and walked to the exit of the sparring area, intent on seeking out his own consorts.