He'd rather it wouldn't have come to this, since yes... a bit too close. But he needed Optimus to at least be fuelled enough to not just be angry at him because he was tired and low of fuel, and if this was what it took...
Not that it was unpleasant, no, but the intimacy of it felt awkward. But he wouldn't stop now that he'd begun, and the first cube's contents disappeared both faster and slower than he'd have thought it would. When he started on the second, his hand around Optimus' throat was pressing in tiny, caressing circles against the metal. Not an attempt to make the Prime swallow faster, merely because it was pleasant to feel the faint vibration of Optimus' swallows through it, and the friction his fingers created.
And despite not having gotten very far, the flashes of his Prime spread out, stretched out as he was, was affecting Megatron in two ways. One, the most obvious; the pleasure of seeing, feeling Optimus yield to him at least for now, and hopefully through the evening as well.
That thought made him smirk through the next energon transferring kiss. The second? Well, it was obvious how much Optimus was (or had been) displeased with him at what he'd been doing, and the thought of his Prime attempting to set him right after he'd gained what he hoped to from this, made an uncomfortable, hot tingle flash across his circuits.
Optimus had been embedded in him in all ways that were possible, yes, but that didn't mean true, honest submission was easy. It brought uneasy arousal, but that was neither here nor there, and he'd ignore it.
Sitting back with a third of the second cube, Megatron eyed Optimus, eyed the cube, and then knocked that last bit back himself. With the level of high quality, high-energy energon like this, even a fuel-starved mech, large as Optimus was, wouldn't need much more than he'd have gotten.
"What else would I need to do, to convince you to stay a little longer?" Megatron murmured and leaned slightly backwards, resting one hand on a knee behind him and stroking the joint, pressing in, while his sparklights glowed brightly.
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Not that it was unpleasant, no, but the intimacy of it felt awkward. But he wouldn't stop now that he'd begun, and the first cube's contents disappeared both faster and slower than he'd have thought it would. When he started on the second, his hand around Optimus' throat was pressing in tiny, caressing circles against the metal. Not an attempt to make the Prime swallow faster, merely because it was pleasant to feel the faint vibration of Optimus' swallows through it, and the friction his fingers created.
And despite not having gotten very far, the flashes of his Prime spread out, stretched out as he was, was affecting Megatron in two ways. One, the most obvious; the pleasure of seeing, feeling Optimus yield to him at least for now, and hopefully through the evening as well.
That thought made him smirk through the next energon transferring kiss. The second? Well, it was obvious how much Optimus was (or had been) displeased with him at what he'd been doing, and the thought of his Prime attempting to set him right after he'd gained what he hoped to from this, made an uncomfortable, hot tingle flash across his circuits.
Optimus had been embedded in him in all ways that were possible, yes, but that didn't mean true, honest submission was easy. It brought uneasy arousal, but that was neither here nor there, and he'd ignore it.
Sitting back with a third of the second cube, Megatron eyed Optimus, eyed the cube, and then knocked that last bit back himself. With the level of high quality, high-energy energon like this, even a fuel-starved mech, large as Optimus was, wouldn't need much more than he'd have gotten.
"What else would I need to do, to convince you to stay a little longer?" Megatron murmured and leaned slightly backwards, resting one hand on a knee behind him and stroking the joint, pressing in, while his sparklights glowed brightly.
Completely unintentionally, of course.