The comment merely got an arched, sharp look before Optimus... well, slid up and down along the surface of his spike, not actually sitting down and Megatron gritted his teeth, hands clenching around Optimus'.
Revenge, yes, but it also felt good, the tiny mechanisms and filaments twitching, raising and withdrawing as his Prime passed them over and beyond, a fine net out surface charge lighting up, and really, he wouldn't have minded if that had gone on for longer, but clearly Optimus was still impatient and suddenly flexed and--
The groan was underlaid by a thrumming rev of Megatron's engine and a sharp buck upwards even with Optimus' weight sitting down on him. Helm falling back, Megatron let out a breathy static moan and while he still didn't have the energy or the urge to take charge of this thing and was more than satisfied with letting Optimus tire himself out...
Yes. His valve felt slightly empty and tingling, caliphers and filaments there twitching and shifting in concert with the minute shifts of the surface of his spike as things settled, drew in, reached out and shifted to fit...
The empty feeling didn't matter when he had this to make up for it, charge skipping in astro-second twitches between connections in spike and valve, equally as perfect as the previous experience had been, and he still had the cabling in his ports.
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Revenge, yes, but it also felt good, the tiny mechanisms and filaments twitching, raising and withdrawing as his Prime passed them over and beyond, a fine net out surface charge lighting up, and really, he wouldn't have minded if that had gone on for longer, but clearly Optimus was still impatient and suddenly flexed and--
The groan was underlaid by a thrumming rev of Megatron's engine and a sharp buck upwards even with Optimus' weight sitting down on him. Helm falling back, Megatron let out a breathy static moan and while he still didn't have the energy or the urge to take charge of this thing and was more than satisfied with letting Optimus tire himself out...
Yes. His valve felt slightly empty and tingling, caliphers and filaments there twitching and shifting in concert with the minute shifts of the surface of his spike as things settled, drew in, reached out and shifted to fit...
The empty feeling didn't matter when he had this to make up for it, charge skipping in astro-second twitches between connections in spike and valve, equally as perfect as the previous experience had been, and he still had the cabling in his ports.