"We're not done yet, so no overloads." That smirk was all smug angles and self-satisfied teeth bared at what he'd done. Not that Optimus hadn't had him in a similar state yesterday, but that didn't really count because they'd both been lost to that perfect storm of sensation.

That thought brought the internal workings of his ports twitching, a rythmic flicker that made Megatron squirm where he laid between Optimus' legs.

"Do you think I could talk you into overload, Optimus?" He didn't really modulate his voice deeper as he idly spoke, ignoring the aching tingles of sensor nodes slowly coming online one after the other and thin plating being repaired. "That's, of course, not the aim here, but it'd be interesting to see if I could, especially with you in this state."

He gave his Prime a narrow, considering stare, deciding to wait a bit longer. Give Optimus a few more moments to settle.