"Pit of a... coincidence---" He couldn't really finish the thought, though, because that relayed sensation was as amazing second-hand, as the first-hand pleasure of fitting in a way he hadn't quite ever fit before.
Resting his hands on Optimus' hips, Megatron didn't so much as thrust upwards as shift in place, and doing a twitching shimmy. He wasn't exactly sure, but the feeling of every single incremental surface, every dip and filament perfectly surrounded and molded to... Couldn't be natural.
He wasn't sure, at the moment, how much he cared, but there was also the vague impression of Optimus' spike fitting similarly, but through the haze of too-charged memory he couldn't be sure. The jacks in his ports had, frankly, made their absolute first and complete interface quite overwhelming.
Optics flickering as he let a slow, hot vent of wasted air out, Megatron stroked the hips beneath his hands and finally managed to relax back into the mesh of the couch, fascinated by the difference in comprehensive feedback now; what earlier had been an overhwelmingly intense but blindingly perfect interface that really... defied description, was now more easily parted up into the tingling pressure of being filled in thirteen points, relaying sensation not his own (though, if they'd actually concentrate on the cabling jacked into his ports, that would be... quite intense as well, as proven earlier), and then the intricate, complex squeezing of being completely enveloped.
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Resting his hands on Optimus' hips, Megatron didn't so much as thrust upwards as shift in place, and doing a twitching shimmy. He wasn't exactly sure, but the feeling of every single incremental surface, every dip and filament perfectly surrounded and molded to... Couldn't be natural.
He wasn't sure, at the moment, how much he cared, but there was also the vague impression of Optimus' spike fitting similarly, but through the haze of too-charged memory he couldn't be sure. The jacks in his ports had, frankly, made their absolute first and complete interface quite overwhelming.
Optics flickering as he let a slow, hot vent of wasted air out, Megatron stroked the hips beneath his hands and finally managed to relax back into the mesh of the couch, fascinated by the difference in comprehensive feedback now; what earlier had been an overhwelmingly intense but blindingly perfect interface that really... defied description, was now more easily parted up into the tingling pressure of being filled in thirteen points, relaying sensation not his own (though, if they'd actually concentrate on the cabling jacked into his ports, that would be... quite intense as well, as proven earlier), and then the intricate, complex squeezing of being completely enveloped.