Not so much "mad" as "stunned"; while he was more than decent at kissing (the few who's had the "privilege" usually called it great if asked), the type Optimus was exercising with great abandon at the moment was something he was... adept or interested in.
Too intimate.
So until Optimus responded to his offer and bucked, tossing Megatron out of a near-daze with a groan and automatically grinding down lazily, he'd been quite... captivated. Huffing to release some extra heat which had been trapped, Megatron chuckled and shook his helm, determined to pretend Optimus' kiss hadn't done that (and no more kissing).
Unwinding his leg from underneath Optimus' thigh and intertwining their hands, he couldn't quite hold back a shiver or static when he sat up to slowly dislodge Optimus' spike at the same time as he withdrew his hand from Optimus' valve, and then drew back and down, pulling his Prime with him.
"Well, then... Far be it for me to deny you." The smirk was perhaps slightly angled and sharp, but no, he'd never deny his Prime. Merely delay him. But not at the moment, because he really didn't have the energy for that.
It took a slight, concious effort to redirect focus and lingering charge away from his valve and towards his spike, drawing on the arousal-charge curling with lazy warmth in the circuits around his spark chamber and pulled them down as he withdrew the cover and let a fully-charged spike emerge.
no subject
Too intimate.
So until Optimus responded to his offer and bucked, tossing Megatron out of a near-daze with a groan and automatically grinding down lazily, he'd been quite... captivated. Huffing to release some extra heat which had been trapped, Megatron chuckled and shook his helm, determined to pretend Optimus' kiss hadn't done that (and no more kissing).
Unwinding his leg from underneath Optimus' thigh and intertwining their hands, he couldn't quite hold back a shiver or static when he sat up to slowly dislodge Optimus' spike at the same time as he withdrew his hand from Optimus' valve, and then drew back and down, pulling his Prime with him.
"Well, then... Far be it for me to deny you." The smirk was perhaps slightly angled and sharp, but no, he'd never deny his Prime. Merely delay him. But not at the moment, because he really didn't have the energy for that.
It took a slight, concious effort to redirect focus and lingering charge away from his valve and towards his spike, drawing on the arousal-charge curling with lazy warmth in the circuits around his spark chamber and pulled them down as he withdrew the cover and let a fully-charged spike emerge.