If he wasn't so very determined to do this, and didn't technically need to be aroused, Megatron would have let his temper gotten the better of him and woudl have gotten up and stomped out, doing something drastic and thus really fulfilling Optimus' conclusion and expectations. But there was a point to this, and he would not let this set him back!
Even if he dearly wanted to.
Jerking back like a drop of oil flying away from hot armour, Megatron threw Optimus a dark, carmine glare, his optics narrowed and his mouth briefly twisted into a grimace.
"You're going to regret that, you know." Letting out the waste vent of hot air he'd been holding in, Megatron didn't give Optimus time to reply and instead dove down, keeping steely control over every part that wished to wince away from a heavily-charged spike in such a sensitive area, so suddenly.
Megatron didn't just stop there as soon as he'd taken part of it in his mouth and then withdrew... No, he continued down, swallowing around it until his lips met the base.
And then withdrew, tongue sliding against the length and taking a moment to actualy appreciate the millions of tiny filaments and connectors that slid away or into the thin, layered metal of his tongue, and decisively bit at the head. Sitting up, Megatron smirked and ignored the flickers of pain from his teeth and tongue.
Usually it was a good idea to acclimatise your mouth if you were going to give a heavily charged spike a blowjob.
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Date: 2012-11-27 12:07 pm (UTC)Really, Optimus Prime?
If he wasn't so very determined to do this, and didn't technically need to be aroused, Megatron would have let his temper gotten the better of him and woudl have gotten up and stomped out, doing something drastic and thus really fulfilling Optimus' conclusion and expectations. But there was a point to this, and he would not let this set him back!
Even if he dearly wanted to.
Jerking back like a drop of oil flying away from hot armour, Megatron threw Optimus a dark, carmine glare, his optics narrowed and his mouth briefly twisted into a grimace.
"You're going to regret that, you know." Letting out the waste vent of hot air he'd been holding in, Megatron didn't give Optimus time to reply and instead dove down, keeping steely control over every part that wished to wince away from a heavily-charged spike in such a sensitive area, so suddenly.
Megatron didn't just stop there as soon as he'd taken part of it in his mouth and then withdrew... No, he continued down, swallowing around it until his lips met the base.
And then withdrew, tongue sliding against the length and taking a moment to actualy appreciate the millions of tiny filaments and connectors that slid away or into the thin, layered metal of his tongue, and decisively bit at the head. Sitting up, Megatron smirked and ignored the flickers of pain from his teeth and tongue.
Usually it was a good idea to acclimatise your mouth if you were going to give a heavily charged spike a blowjob.
"Really going to regret that."