Maybe he'd been hasty in asking for more, as each one plugged in where it could and the connection between them strenghtened along with the charge itself. Because while he could still easily tell self from his Prime, from Optimus, it was...
Like there were two sparks in one frame, but more than that, as Optimus twisted the jacks and nearly pulled them loose Megatron couldn't do more than noiselessly cry out at the ten-point throb.
Without thought - and not thinking about how he already knew to control them on that level - he let ever single pair of caliphers (and there were quite a few, even in a single port) flicker and then clench down.
Optimus'... demand? request? desperate necessity that he was feeling as well? Whatever that single, simple word contained, it was enough to soothe Megatron's hesitation - already he could tell they were in the same sort of need, and, indeed, Optimus didn't have any "motive" beyond that he himself had - and with a hiss from Megatron and a sliding twist of metal, the covers to the sparkchamber was retracted, revealing shielded chamber and the last three ports.
As well as, apparently, his valve.
Frowning, amused as well as surprised, Megatron nonetheless smirked sharply at his Prime, pulling on one arm despite the tendrils wrapped around it and laying a fine web of charge where they rested along seams and rubbed his knuckles against Optimus' panel.
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Like there were two sparks in one frame, but more than that, as Optimus twisted the jacks and nearly pulled them loose Megatron couldn't do more than noiselessly cry out at the ten-point throb.
Without thought - and not thinking about how he already knew to control them on that level - he let ever single pair of caliphers (and there were quite a few, even in a single port) flicker and then clench down.
Optimus'... demand? request? desperate necessity that he was feeling as well? Whatever that single, simple word contained, it was enough to soothe Megatron's hesitation - already he could tell they were in the same sort of need, and, indeed, Optimus didn't have any "motive" beyond that he himself had - and with a hiss from Megatron and a sliding twist of metal, the covers to the sparkchamber was retracted, revealing shielded chamber and the last three ports.
As well as, apparently, his valve.
Frowning, amused as well as surprised, Megatron nonetheless smirked sharply at his Prime, pulling on one arm despite the tendrils wrapped around it and laying a fine web of charge where they rested along seams and rubbed his knuckles against Optimus' panel.
"Perhaps... nnh, you should do the same, then."