Despite an attempt at keeping the sound dismissive and irritated, the low moan as his thighs were parted was anything but. His splayed legs jerked at the contact with Megatron's tongue, circuits firing awkwardly against his lips. The sight and touch of Megatron's mouth so close to his interfacing equipment made both spike and valve throb in their housings. The sight would only be better if his panels were open and his Highlord's attention was more to the center, but opening up so soon after all the fuss felt too much like handing Megatron a win over him.

"...A-apparently not." He gave the cuffs another pointed jangle, but the action was weak at best.

"So this is, what? Revenge for that?"

And really, he could just lie back and...allow Megatron to pleasure him. Which was what he apparently intended to do. It wasn't like he would - or could - have to do any of the 'work'.

...Well. He could probably get used to that.