Barely keeping from chuckling right into such a... sensitive... area, Megatron just adjusted his grip when Optimus pushed into him, pleased.
Lapping at the rim and just the barest bit inside, Megatron then took help of his engine to draw in a harsh, sharp vent through his mouth. Powerful enough to shift at least the first inch or so of the valve's workings outwards before he plunged his tongue back in, twirling it around over the sides and pausing here and there to flick against the surface.
Snapping his tongue in quick sucession against the mesh and caliphers, charge skipped from the workings to his tongue and back, stinging but rather (thankfully) weak due to the fact that his tonge certainly was no spike, and thus wasn't creating, sharing or exhanging charge with the valve itself, merely playing around with what was there already.
He enjoyed the... closeness of this method quite a bit, the squirming and shallow twitching that was done as he changed his angle, shifted the structure of his tongue to get it as deep as possible, feeling out the larger sensory nodes among the finer, twitching, grasping workings and then snapped his tongue back, giving the outside of the valve another firm, lingering lick and then finally shifted back and up.
Looking over Optimus, his optics glowing darkly carmine and colouring his faceplates, Megatron judged he'd stooped at a good time. Stroking his hands over Optimus' thighs, up along his hips and around his waist, Megatron then sat back on his knees between Optimus' legs and released his spike.
It was only because he wasn't going to immediately dive in and spear his Prime like the twitching, needy, tied-up "prey" he nearly resembled that Megatron even bothered to look down as he trailed a finger down along his spike.
Trailed along it, and paused at the tip, staring.
Something was... off. He knew it'd marginally changed after his accident, which had been slightly unsettling. Back then, he'd assumed whoever it was that repaired him and fitted him with the shell-program had... ahem... done a quite thorough repairing and upgrading. Now, he was rather sure that all the changes must have been due to the Omega Key that he must have gotten in that cave in, after his fight with the sparkeater.
But either way, the changes hadn't been big; a shade bigger than before, not much else. What he was looking at now however... It wasn't just larger than it had been, but he could slagging well see and feel some structural differences from just... days ago.
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Date: 2012-12-14 11:50 pm (UTC)Lapping at the rim and just the barest bit inside, Megatron then took help of his engine to draw in a harsh, sharp vent through his mouth. Powerful enough to shift at least the first inch or so of the valve's workings outwards before he plunged his tongue back in, twirling it around over the sides and pausing here and there to flick against the surface.
Snapping his tongue in quick sucession against the mesh and caliphers, charge skipped from the workings to his tongue and back, stinging but rather (thankfully) weak due to the fact that his tonge certainly was no spike, and thus wasn't creating, sharing or exhanging charge with the valve itself, merely playing around with what was there already.
He enjoyed the... closeness of this method quite a bit, the squirming and shallow twitching that was done as he changed his angle, shifted the structure of his tongue to get it as deep as possible, feeling out the larger sensory nodes among the finer, twitching, grasping workings and then snapped his tongue back, giving the outside of the valve another firm, lingering lick and then finally shifted back and up.
Looking over Optimus, his optics glowing darkly carmine and colouring his faceplates, Megatron judged he'd stooped at a good time. Stroking his hands over Optimus' thighs, up along his hips and around his waist, Megatron then sat back on his knees between Optimus' legs and released his spike.
It was only because he wasn't going to immediately dive in and spear his Prime like the twitching, needy, tied-up "prey" he nearly resembled that Megatron even bothered to look down as he trailed a finger down along his spike.
Trailed along it, and paused at the tip, staring.
Something was... off. He knew it'd marginally changed after his accident, which had been slightly unsettling. Back then, he'd assumed whoever it was that repaired him and fitted him with the shell-program had... ahem... done a quite thorough repairing and upgrading. Now, he was rather sure that all the changes must have been due to the Omega Key that he must have gotten in that cave in, after his fight with the sparkeater.
But either way, the changes hadn't been big; a shade bigger than before, not much else. What he was looking at now however... It wasn't just larger than it had been, but he could slagging well see and feel some structural differences from just... days ago.
What was... going on?