He managed a derisive snort, jerking his head away from the whispering despite the tense shaking of his frame.

"That...given your plans for this evening..."

It was so very hard to keep still, or even talk with Megatron's finger tracing the rim of his valve. With every completed circuit around the edge, it only seemed to clench harder and more fitfully. He ached to be filled, to take in that charge - or to have his straining spike be enveloped in his arrogant Highlord's mouth once more.

He'd almost been ready to beg before, but for now he was just too angry to do anything but grit his teeth and fight against the want.

"...you find my reaction s-so abhorrent. Seemed fair to me."