There was a surprised grunt as he was bitten on the chin. Surprise, but certainly no protest as the sharp spike snapped between the winding, burning pleasure and right into his spark. It was a different sort of sensation that didn't feel like any actual pleasure... and, admittedly, he enjoyed causing it in others as well.
But that, presently, was neither here nor there, and despite what he knew of Optimus, Megatron was still surprised at the initial wordless acceptance.
"Perhaps... not. I'll believe it when I see---" Another grunt, especially as he'd relaxed down again at the same time Optimus rolled his hips. Charge snapped, skittering from tiny connection point to tiny connection point until it connected, but the flare from Megatron's optics, the unintentional pulse that made the caliphers twist and a very slight gasp to escape him?
Was Optimus' claim.
He wasn't much for being "owned", literally or metaphorically, both of which had been true concerning the shell-program and the consort-convict programming... But this, here and now, connected nearly completely as they were...
It caused a both pleasant and completely unexpected desire. He did, of course, consider his Prime his as well, but that was more like he suddenly considered Cybertron his as well.
Optimus himself, on the other hand...
Megatron growled, turning his helm to first bite Optimusä lower lip, and then push him back into a kiss. It wasn't something he'd planned to do.
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Date: 2012-10-10 05:54 pm (UTC)But that, presently, was neither here nor there, and despite what he knew of Optimus, Megatron was still surprised at the initial wordless acceptance.
"Perhaps... not. I'll believe it when I see---" Another grunt, especially as he'd relaxed down again at the same time Optimus rolled his hips. Charge snapped, skittering from tiny connection point to tiny connection point until it connected, but the flare from Megatron's optics, the unintentional pulse that made the caliphers twist and a very slight gasp to escape him?
Was Optimus' claim.
He wasn't much for being "owned", literally or metaphorically, both of which had been true concerning the shell-program and the consort-convict programming... But this, here and now, connected nearly completely as they were...
It caused a both pleasant and completely unexpected desire. He did, of course, consider his Prime his as well, but that was more like he suddenly considered Cybertron his as well.
Optimus himself, on the other hand...
Megatron growled, turning his helm to first bite Optimusä lower lip, and then push him back into a kiss. It wasn't something he'd planned to do.