Well, he certainly didn't mind Optimus helping him a bit, there. Grinning against the ridged central chestplates, Megatron shifted his hands slightly to make use of the space given, fitting fingers along gaps and armour seams and squeezing.
"Your preorgative seems to be rather aggreable at the moment, though, and if you indulge me, it'll become... more than aggreable." Megatron was now murming over the ridged metal as he let his thumbs stroke the angled, raised edges that marked the central part of Optimus' pelvic armour, the bit where the spike and valve was housed.
"I'm going to go over every. single. inch," whispering as he angled sideways, mouthing along the metal to briefly fit his mouth around one of the bars over a headlight, Megatron pressed his fingertips against the edges of the amour making up Optimus' aft, twitching them in tiny little circles.
"And all that charge will have nowhere to go, just collecting in your circuits, leashed, waiting for that single right moment to unleash."
As he spoke against the silver bars, he temporarily drew his thumbs back from the interface housing, tracing the oblong yellow details before he, right at that last word, snapped his thumbs back against the edges of the housing and accompanied that with biting down on the bar he'd been mouthing as he spoke, and once again giving Optimus' aft a aqueeze.
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Date: 2012-11-24 08:21 pm (UTC)"Your preorgative seems to be rather aggreable at the moment, though, and if you indulge me, it'll become... more than aggreable." Megatron was now murming over the ridged metal as he let his thumbs stroke the angled, raised edges that marked the central part of Optimus' pelvic armour, the bit where the spike and valve was housed.
"I'm going to go over every. single. inch," whispering as he angled sideways, mouthing along the metal to briefly fit his mouth around one of the bars over a headlight, Megatron pressed his fingertips against the edges of the amour making up Optimus' aft, twitching them in tiny little circles.
"And all that charge will have nowhere to go, just collecting in your circuits, leashed, waiting for that single right moment to unleash."
As he spoke against the silver bars, he temporarily drew his thumbs back from the interface housing, tracing the oblong yellow details before he, right at that last word, snapped his thumbs back against the edges of the housing and accompanied that with biting down on the bar he'd been mouthing as he spoke, and once again giving Optimus' aft a aqueeze.