The growl deepened even as he was slightly distracted by Optimus' acceptance of what he'd thought of... as well as his involuntary reaction to what Optimus had brought up.
"It has... nothing to do with lying to you." And that was, frankly, as close as he'd come to admitting to be reluctant about seeing that himself. Not that he didn't know... and at least his temper once roused was usually a short, fast thing.
He wasn't completely unable to rein himself in after the first few moments.
However, it wasn't easy keeping hold of any true annoyance in the face of Optimus tilting his hips, gently grinding them together. And he could feel that shift of his Prime's valve, if only because they were still connected... And while he didn't have much actual want at the moment to do so, despite the lazy, delightful trickling rushes of feedback and charge Optimus was stirring...
"Perhaps not now, my Prime... but depending on how eager you are..." Trailing off, Megatron let his sentence be finished not by word, but one hand snaking between them, idly brushing the base of Optimus' spike and where it disappeared into his valve, and then brushed up around the rim of Optimus' valve.
He did have hands, after all, if his Prime still... or once again... felt the need.
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Date: 2012-10-19 05:22 pm (UTC)"It has... nothing to do with lying to you." And that was, frankly, as close as he'd come to admitting to be reluctant about seeing that himself. Not that he didn't know... and at least his temper once roused was usually a short, fast thing.
He wasn't completely unable to rein himself in after the first few moments.
However, it wasn't easy keeping hold of any true annoyance in the face of Optimus tilting his hips, gently grinding them together. And he could feel that shift of his Prime's valve, if only because they were still connected... And while he didn't have much actual want at the moment to do so, despite the lazy, delightful trickling rushes of feedback and charge Optimus was stirring...
"Perhaps not now, my Prime... but depending on how eager you are..." Trailing off, Megatron let his sentence be finished not by word, but one hand snaking between them, idly brushing the base of Optimus' spike and where it disappeared into his valve, and then brushed up around the rim of Optimus' valve.
He did have hands, after all, if his Prime still... or once again... felt the need.