Doubtlessly said true purpose would stay unknown until actually revealed, regardless of what assumptions Optimus ended up coming to. Megatron didn't bother not grinning when all his Prime managed to get out verbally was static, even if attacking highly sensitive sensory equipment might be a bit of a cheat.
"... As you wish." The words, despite the implied compliance with the demand, were whispered right into the base, lips brushing against the metal and his voice set low, rumbling. With a chuckle Megatron laid another lick across the base before he actually backed off.
Laying the hand not partly jammed into the hip joint gap over one trembling thigh, Megatron idly stroked it, using his whole palm over the white, slightly rounded plates of armour, and the angles of his fingertips to follow seams. His red optics were glowing brightly, but the colour was a deep, vivid crimson.
Simply exploring and undoing his Prime or not, he was enjoying it, and feeling every response in that frame made his own engine purr and arousal wind down his circuitry. The fingers buried in the hip joint gap pushed down just slightly, to teasingly brush against the tops of cables and live circuitry buried within, and when the sting of static died against his fingertips, Megatron knew what he'd do next.
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Date: 2012-11-20 01:35 pm (UTC)"... As you wish." The words, despite the implied compliance with the demand, were whispered right into the base, lips brushing against the metal and his voice set low, rumbling. With a chuckle Megatron laid another lick across the base before he actually backed off.
Laying the hand not partly jammed into the hip joint gap over one trembling thigh, Megatron idly stroked it, using his whole palm over the white, slightly rounded plates of armour, and the angles of his fingertips to follow seams. His red optics were glowing brightly, but the colour was a deep, vivid crimson.
Simply exploring and undoing his Prime or not, he was enjoying it, and feeling every response in that frame made his own engine purr and arousal wind down his circuitry. The fingers buried in the hip joint gap pushed down just slightly, to teasingly brush against the tops of cables and live circuitry buried within, and when the sting of static died against his fingertips, Megatron knew what he'd do next.