"Who said anything about being--nhh--cocky?" Because truly, that wasn't why he was pleased to not have to go into further explanation; he knew his faults, but he wasn't open enough with himself to enjoy amditting them too much or delving too deeply into them.
And Optimus really had to stop wriggling his hips. It was taking the edge off his concentration when every roll, dip and wriggle subtly moved the spike still seated in him... Of course, he could remove himself, but he neither felt like it, nor was in any hurry to do so, and further didn't think he should need to give it up.
It, like the cables still jacked in, lent a comfortable, welcome weight, and solid connection. At this angle and how he was laid out he couldn't really reach down with his other hand to pin Optimus' hips, so instead he forced a leg underneath his Prime's thigh close to his pelvic armour, forcing an uneven position that should make it harder for Optimus to move easily.
Patience.
Megatron ducked down, giving Optimus an arch, dry glance as he passed the Prime's faceplates and murmured right over his throat, lips moving against the metal while he... removed the finger again and roughly traced the rim, pushing against the sensitive metal.
"I'm not delaying to tease you, nor to dangle your overload right in front of you without allowing you to reach it... Calm down, Optimus." There was implacable steel there; he wasn't a client and wasn't interested in being cruel or drag it out just to drag it out, but the mech could take a moment or two and enjoy it, already worked up or not.
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And Optimus really had to stop wriggling his hips. It was taking the edge off his concentration when every roll, dip and wriggle subtly moved the spike still seated in him... Of course, he could remove himself, but he neither felt like it, nor was in any hurry to do so, and further didn't think he should need to give it up.
It, like the cables still jacked in, lent a comfortable, welcome weight, and solid connection. At this angle and how he was laid out he couldn't really reach down with his other hand to pin Optimus' hips, so instead he forced a leg underneath his Prime's thigh close to his pelvic armour, forcing an uneven position that should make it harder for Optimus to move easily.
Patience.
Megatron ducked down, giving Optimus an arch, dry glance as he passed the Prime's faceplates and murmured right over his throat, lips moving against the metal while he... removed the finger again and roughly traced the rim, pushing against the sensitive metal.
"I'm not delaying to tease you, nor to dangle your overload right in front of you without allowing you to reach it... Calm down, Optimus." There was implacable steel there; he wasn't a client and wasn't interested in being cruel or drag it out just to drag it out, but the mech could take a moment or two and enjoy it, already worked up or not.