"That was...part of the point of our merge, Megatron."

Optimus grunted, optics flickering with pleasure - and irritation at the teasing. He was still worked up from their total interfacing from before, charge building quick despite overworked circuits.

"But that is no reason for you to get cocky." He rolled his optics and his hips in the same moment, trying to literally force Megatron's hand and properly impale himself on those fingers. He wasn't a consort any longer, he was the Prime - he had no obligation to delay his own overload or endure such teasing.

I think you can hear me quite well you infernal tease!