"Mmm, if you say so." Trying to get away? No, that wouldn't do. Megatron just shifted enough so that he could brush his lips against the audial again and twined one leg around Optimus' right one, as that was the side he was laying against.
"I wouldn't worry though... while there might be a thing or two to frustrate you, you'll like it." Chuckling shamelessly against the audial, he stuck his tongue out just enough to brush against the metal and spark static charge. His lower leg had, by this time, found the angle he wanted and wasn't just fitted along the planes of Optimus' lower leg, but also seams. And then the tread on that leg suddenly started to move, slowly but firmly pressing individual treads into the seams and metal it was pressed up against, vibrating down it.
"I wonder, Optimus, how angry you'll be able to be at the end, when you're exhausted, empty and completely undone when I'm finished with you. I doubt you'll be able to move fast enough to stop me from leaving." By now, Megatron had deliberately dropped his voice below his normal, natural register, making sure to enunciate each word clearly, feeling the friction and vibration in his mouth, tongue and lips. It sparked charge and pressure that had him very slightly press more firmly against Optimus' helm.
And if this what was this register was doing for him? Well, he wasn't the one who had that right up against and into his audial.
"Because trust me, while I hardly possess the skill and knowledge you partly came online with and most certainly have amassed during your previous function as an Escort... I know enough to end up where I want, which ought to be close enough to what you would want as well." Once again, the word(s) were carefully chosen to be ambiguous, but only because Optimus clearly had some issues, and had come to a conclusion.
Megatron wasn't going to disabuse it of him verbally, only through his actions through the night.
Through all this, the finger that was circling Optimus' valve stayed where it was, the only thing that changed every now and then were how firmly Megatron was pressing in against the rim.
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"I wouldn't worry though... while there might be a thing or two to frustrate you, you'll like it." Chuckling shamelessly against the audial, he stuck his tongue out just enough to brush against the metal and spark static charge. His lower leg had, by this time, found the angle he wanted and wasn't just fitted along the planes of Optimus' lower leg, but also seams. And then the tread on that leg suddenly started to move, slowly but firmly pressing individual treads into the seams and metal it was pressed up against, vibrating down it.
"I wonder, Optimus, how angry you'll be able to be at the end, when you're exhausted, empty and completely undone when I'm finished with you. I doubt you'll be able to move fast enough to stop me from leaving." By now, Megatron had deliberately dropped his voice below his normal, natural register, making sure to enunciate each word clearly, feeling the friction and vibration in his mouth, tongue and lips. It sparked charge and pressure that had him very slightly press more firmly against Optimus' helm.
And if this what was this register was doing for him? Well, he wasn't the one who had that right up against and into his audial.
"Because trust me, while I hardly possess the skill and knowledge you partly came online with and most certainly have amassed during your previous function as an Escort... I know enough to end up where I want, which ought to be close enough to what you would want as well." Once again, the word(s) were carefully chosen to be ambiguous, but only because Optimus clearly had some issues, and had come to a conclusion.
Megatron wasn't going to disabuse it of him verbally, only through his actions through the night.
Through all this, the finger that was circling Optimus' valve stayed where it was, the only thing that changed every now and then were how firmly Megatron was pressing in against the rim.