"For the moment? No." This time Megatron was technically even more unfair than when he'd simply chuckled against the base earlier; this time he spoke while trailing his lips down the rounded audial spike itself.
"I'm not going to talk politics here, Optimus... not even of the personal kind," he said with a slight sneer harshing his voice, now against the rounded base again; he did not believe in wringing things out of his partners while trying to interface with them. Especially not now, as this was, or was an attempt to be(come), about trust.
Nibbling back up the audial, surprisingly delicately even with the sharp, short nips, he let one hand scrape downwards along Optimus' side while the other was stroking the rim around the left headlight. Of course, the headlights themselves weren't very sensitive at all, so it was more for the contrast of the long, lazy and featherlight caresses, fingers pressed back against the bars covering them.
The errant hand going downwards, the tips of his fingers digging with short, rough scrapes into the seams along the way, settled at the crook of the join between Optimus' right leg and hip, thumb stroking down the edge of the pelvic armour.
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Date: 2012-11-18 12:17 pm (UTC)"I'm not going to talk politics here, Optimus... not even of the personal kind," he said with a slight sneer harshing his voice, now against the rounded base again; he did not believe in wringing things out of his partners while trying to interface with them. Especially not now, as this was, or was an attempt to be(come), about trust.
Nibbling back up the audial, surprisingly delicately even with the sharp, short nips, he let one hand scrape downwards along Optimus' side while the other was stroking the rim around the left headlight. Of course, the headlights themselves weren't very sensitive at all, so it was more for the contrast of the long, lazy and featherlight caresses, fingers pressed back against the bars covering them.
The errant hand going downwards, the tips of his fingers digging with short, rough scrapes into the seams along the way, settled at the crook of the join between Optimus' right leg and hip, thumb stroking down the edge of the pelvic armour.