Despite the tough armor and the general lack of intense sensation in that area, his spark - and perhaps the Matrix as well - gave a hot pulse in his chest. The words didn't help. Any sort of berth-talk was usually hit or miss with him, and that counted as a firm hit, despite the reminder of his weak position.
Optimus moaned, hips tilting into Megatron's grip. Weight shifting to his feet, he moved enough to flex his lower frame, lifting his aft off the ground and more firmly into Megatron's wonderfully large hands. Any urges to resist were largely defeated, what with his Highlord revving him up so nicely and all.
...But he was still planning on hitting Megatron in the optic with his spike if he could manage it. It was the least he could do.
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Despite the tough armor and the general lack of intense sensation in that area, his spark - and perhaps the Matrix as well - gave a hot pulse in his chest. The words didn't help. Any sort of berth-talk was usually hit or miss with him, and that counted as a firm hit, despite the reminder of his weak position.
Optimus moaned, hips tilting into Megatron's grip. Weight shifting to his feet, he moved enough to flex his lower frame, lifting his aft off the ground and more firmly into Megatron's wonderfully large hands. Any urges to resist were largely defeated, what with his Highlord revving him up so nicely and all.
...But he was still planning on hitting Megatron in the optic with his spike if he could manage it. It was the least he could do.