Automatically, even before the command, the other cables coiled eagerly along Megatron's frame, tendrils wrapping around limbs, seeking out the closest matching port that had been exposed. One by one, they tested the entrances, seeking an eager charge; clinking in past clenching calipers more rapidly each time. Optimus cried out; this was clearly no simple hardline connection. In a way, it was more powerful - for the frame at least - than a spark merge. Merging sparks was spiritually and emotionally powerful. But this was a raw linking of frames, Joining them almost like a gestalt.
But gestalt formations did not make the members writhe in pleasure. The Prime groaned, fingertips scraping against the armor on his Highlord's sides.
Tendrils twitching, he flex-pulled them all at once, testing the connections. A twist teasted the charge-prongs at the end of each into nearly disconnecting, arcing the charge to send a tingle radiating out from all ten points. The three from Optimus' chest coiled forlornly across sparklights and closed chest-latches.
"...open." He wanted it to be a demand, but it came out more like a plea.
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Date: 2012-10-07 09:50 am (UTC)But gestalt formations did not make the members writhe in pleasure. The Prime groaned, fingertips scraping against the armor on his Highlord's sides.
Tendrils twitching, he flex-pulled them all at once, testing the connections. A twist teasted the charge-prongs at the end of each into nearly disconnecting, arcing the charge to send a tingle radiating out from all ten points. The three from Optimus' chest coiled forlornly across sparklights and closed chest-latches.
"...open." He wanted it to be a demand, but it came out more like a plea.