That tilt certainly seemed like an invitation, and Optimus was not about to decline, hips slowly rolling into the motion.

"Well then. I can certainly help you find them." He smirked, optics shuttering rapidly enough with a pleasure-spasm that it made the lights from them flicker. He managed to stifle a groan, but the sudden pulsing charge at the head of the plug - and the spastic, coiling wriggle from the cable itself could not be controlled.

"Your limits, that is. I hope you understand that I would rather not find any objections." He laughed, two more tendrils joining in, these from his shoulders; curling around Megatron's chest and passingly teasingly over those glowing sparklights.

"I so so hate to be stuck stopping in the middle, after all."