"Soon." A sentiment which was echoed through their connection, heavy with intention, but without a distinct affirmation of being soothing or comforting. Grunting at the twitching connectors, Megatron tightened each of the caliphers under his control and then relaxed his frame, intentionally releasing a bit more energon into his lines and other auxiliaries, distrubuting... Making himself just a shade more heavy in response to Optimus attempting to buck under him.
"Let me guess, my Prime; you prefer to lavish extensive attention on others, to show what they meant to you, to show that you care and to drive them into aroused distraction and finally into spectacular overload." Megatron was muttering the words, lips heavy against Optimus' throat, his engine adding weight alongside them as he continued to scrape his finger around the rim and up to the base of Optimus' spike and back.
"But you can't let someone else do the same. And it doesn't matter, does it? For the other two you trust the most in regard to matters of interface and overload, Elita and Magnus, both have the same attitude as you. So it never comes up. Never matters." He tilted his helm, the angle not really good enough to see much more than the barest hint of his Prime's blue optics, but there was another dry, knowing look.
Coupled with their connection and previous merge, Megatron's capabability of reading individuals worked very well. He chuckled against the softer metal of the throat under his lips and scraped his teeth down a cable.
Patience.
"So I think I should not just take an oppurtunity to hold you down, but gag you. Vocaliser," another scrape of his teeth, this time over the column itself. "And comm. both, and then take my time with you."
An infinitesmal pause.
"What do you think?" And then he suddenly bit down on the throat beneath his lips as well as pushed his middle finger into Optimus' valve as far as it could go, twisting it while he did so.
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"Let me guess, my Prime; you prefer to lavish extensive attention on others, to show what they meant to you, to show that you care and to drive them into aroused distraction and finally into spectacular overload." Megatron was muttering the words, lips heavy against Optimus' throat, his engine adding weight alongside them as he continued to scrape his finger around the rim and up to the base of Optimus' spike and back.
"But you can't let someone else do the same. And it doesn't matter, does it? For the other two you trust the most in regard to matters of interface and overload, Elita and Magnus, both have the same attitude as you. So it never comes up. Never matters." He tilted his helm, the angle not really good enough to see much more than the barest hint of his Prime's blue optics, but there was another dry, knowing look.
Coupled with their connection and previous merge, Megatron's capabability of reading individuals worked very well. He chuckled against the softer metal of the throat under his lips and scraped his teeth down a cable.
Patience.
"So I think I should not just take an oppurtunity to hold you down, but gag you. Vocaliser," another scrape of his teeth, this time over the column itself. "And comm. both, and then take my time with you."
An infinitesmal pause.
"What do you think?" And then he suddenly bit down on the throat beneath his lips as well as pushed his middle finger into Optimus' valve as far as it could go, twisting it while he did so.