He was still a bit... unsettled, at how easy he'd opened up, but this wasn't just desire, not just about simple need... And for the moment, he was caught up enough in the heat and pleasure to not fight against that.
So instead his fingers curled around the base of the spike while his thumb angled downwards to trail around the rim of the valve; not so much explorative as a simple, confident touch. Partly because, yes, Optimus' frame was starting to feel very familiar, and partly because Megatron didn't do hesitant exploration.
He shifted as the cabling curled around his spark chamber, the weight and charge he could feel even through the material of the tendrils themselves making the spark within flutter and snap outwards, warming the circuits and wiring around teh chamber and the three ports.
Cocking his helm and giving an arch stare right back, Megatron was about to say something--
And then Optimus jacked in completely.
His spark pulsed outwards at the same time the charge went inwards, and Megatron vaguely hoped he did not crush anything as his hands clenched. It was like liquid lightning and every single calipher jerked around the jacks they were clenching and while there was nothing there to clutch onto, charge skittered down the sentitive workings of his valve as well.
Beyond all that, there was a sense of wastness. Of many, besides the sudden sharp presence of Optimus right there. If he'd had the presence of mind to be awed, he would have been, as Megatron was as close to the Matrix anyone who didn't carry it would come.
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So instead his fingers curled around the base of the spike while his thumb angled downwards to trail around the rim of the valve; not so much explorative as a simple, confident touch. Partly because, yes, Optimus' frame was starting to feel very familiar, and partly because Megatron didn't do hesitant exploration.
He shifted as the cabling curled around his spark chamber, the weight and charge he could feel even through the material of the tendrils themselves making the spark within flutter and snap outwards, warming the circuits and wiring around teh chamber and the three ports.
Cocking his helm and giving an arch stare right back, Megatron was about to say something--
And then Optimus jacked in completely.
His spark pulsed outwards at the same time the charge went inwards, and Megatron vaguely hoped he did not crush anything as his hands clenched. It was like liquid lightning and every single calipher jerked around the jacks they were clenching and while there was nothing there to clutch onto, charge skittered down the sentitive workings of his valve as well.
Beyond all that, there was a sense of wastness. Of many, besides the sudden sharp presence of Optimus right there. If he'd had the presence of mind to be awed, he would have been, as Megatron was as close to the Matrix anyone who didn't carry it would come.