Megatron just shook his helm, and briefly a rather... peculiar expression stole over his face as he continued to idly stroke Optimus' knee and the cables beneath his fingers in the hip joint.
The frown that was present was actually rather meditative, his optics on a low, half-aware glow. He could hear the truth; he knew Optimus was still tired, and once again considered merely letting his Prime up. Parts agreed with this; respecting boundaries and all.
Other parts inexorably drew up the memory of Optimus urging him on the other night, demanding he not be slow and the accompanying shame and fear of being left danging, of being mocked.
Those other parts also snarled over not being completely trusted by his Prime (while knowing there was some parts he was hesitating handing over as well, and yet denying that) and an underlying, fundamental part beneath those other parts pushed soon, now.
So Megatron slid down to lie before Optimus, between his thighs and... completely avoided the interface cover as he bent his helm, but rather pulled his hand out of the hip gap, pushed that leg wide to the side, and stuck his tongue in the gap, jerking slightly at the touch of live circuitry against his tongue.
A precursor for what he was going to do later, one could say.
::I know. And no, it couldn't have been done the other night, considering you had me quite exhausted with the multiplicity of the merge. But you don't need to do much, now do you?:: Part honesty, part gentle, prickling teasing in the hope of distracting Optimus as he pushed his tongue down, flicking it between a cable and the circuitry it partly covered.
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The frown that was present was actually rather meditative, his optics on a low, half-aware glow. He could hear the truth; he knew Optimus was still tired, and once again considered merely letting his Prime up. Parts agreed with this; respecting boundaries and all.
Other parts inexorably drew up the memory of Optimus urging him on the other night, demanding he not be slow and the accompanying shame and fear of being left danging, of being mocked.
Those other parts also snarled over not being completely trusted by his Prime (while knowing there was some parts he was hesitating handing over as well, and yet denying that) and an underlying, fundamental part beneath those other parts pushed soon, now.
So Megatron slid down to lie before Optimus, between his thighs and... completely avoided the interface cover as he bent his helm, but rather pulled his hand out of the hip gap, pushed that leg wide to the side, and stuck his tongue in the gap, jerking slightly at the touch of live circuitry against his tongue.
A precursor for what he was going to do later, one could say.
::I know. And no, it couldn't have been done the other night, considering you had me quite exhausted with the multiplicity of the merge. But you don't need to do much, now do you?:: Part honesty, part gentle, prickling teasing in the hope of distracting Optimus as he pushed his tongue down, flicking it between a cable and the circuitry it partly covered.