The 'tug' was pleasant, and Optimus shivered, but it was not yet enough to bring him near his own overload. But that was alright, because as of yet, Optimus wasn't seeking his own.


"Hmm, if you like." He refrained from chuckling out-loud, simply because he knew it would not please his captive consort one bit. Not that it stopped Optimus from purposefully rubbing their face plates together with a low purr, giving those horns a final stoke before resettling eager fingers over the sides of his helm instead.

"Feeling better, though?" He arched slowly over top the smaller mech, scraping their plating totgether, ever the tease. He wanted his own pleasure, but overloading Cliffjumper another half dozen times sounded quite enjoyable as well.