Optimus keened again, more loudly this time, rocking forward into those hands. His old programming was quickly becoming fully functional, and he had always loved such simple, intimate touches; they only solidified the pleasure as Megatron's spike settled in place.

"'Coincidence' i-indeed..."

He laughed, then, tensing his hips and thighs, lifted up, dislodging the tiny connections between then as he raised himself to the tip of Megatron's spike- and dropped back down, charge surging with an audible crack as he enveloped him fully once more. He cried out, fisting his grip on his Highlord's chestplates as pleasure flooded the cables once more.