"Hnn. So you say now," Optimus snorted, fighting the urge to chuckle. Still, he was slowly beginning to lean back and 'relax'. The tension in his frame was going from irritation to the far more pleasant sort brought on by pleasure.

Legs and hips twitching, he debated opening his paneling in Megatron's face, preferably when his Highlord least expected it. That idea had him snickering roughly in-between his quiet moans. It wasn't like there was a terribly great number of things he could to do antagonize the other mech - and thanks to the surges jolting through his lower frame, his spike was more than ready to expand out, pressing impatiently against the back of his panel.

Hnn. Revenge indeed.