It seemed that he would not even be allowed to enjoy his Highlord's pleasant lips without being stuck listening to more excuses and irritating prattle. Briefly, he even considered putting more into the kiss himself; perhaps Megatron could be bribed with a good tongue-fragging to stop acting like an dodgy idiot?

...Given his words and repositioning, it looked like a definite, infuriating 'no'.

Again, Optimus hissed into the kiss, trying and failing to move his hips from under the restricting hold. Silently, he cursed the cuffs sapping the majority of his strength, and felt the last bit of his long-held patience crackling like a burnt out circuit.

::'A bit'? At this point, it's too much! You've worn my patience to nothing with all this circular logic!::

With a loud engine rev, he bit and briefly held Megatron's bottom lip, glaring into his optics.

::Frag me already or get off!::