The Prime shuddered at the sudden off-rhythm thrust, off kilter charge making him jolt under the heavier mech's bulk with a moan. The cables rippled, shuddering in turn and drawing taunt across them both.

Relax, Highlord. They were safe here, though Optimus didn't bother to hide the low purring that issued forth at the feeling of Megatron's protectiveness already surfacing.

"Nope." Optimus shook his head with a laugh when he pulled away, reaching up to grasp at the bottom of Megatron's helm to tug him back down.

"No take-backs," he sing-songed like a protoform, arching up to press a slow, teasing kiss to Megatron's mouth, nipping and lapping at the tempting lips, encouraging him to part them once more.