Said pull, literal necessity to complete the connection burned through Megatron as well - and it was strange to consider not one of these as enough at the moment, but merely points in a web that couldn't be completed without this last step.

It was too much, too close, too all consuming and not enough.

Grunting as their chestplating met when Optimus literally reeled him in by displaying his control over the cabling, his hand curled into the padding of the couch and he almost wanted to pull back--

Couldn't.

Charge and pleasure sang through him, burned down circuits and curled around the jacks and the spike settled deep, each point of shivering need just as much tying him down and in place as the absolute demand for him to stay as their sparks flared, tendrils flaring out---

He'd never particularly thought about how being an Escort felt, but it was impossible to not know now, with Optimus right there and behind the brightly burning, gentle steel of the spark itself was a sense of thousands more.

The Matrix.

Instinctively, Megatron tried to back up, but there was nowhere to go, lightning and light, like crystal shards and every single part of his quavered beneath the charge they shared.