It was still awkward, kissing like that. He couldn't move his jaw or lips, largely forced yet again to 'take it'. But once his Highlord was inside, he was still able to react and effect his 'partner'.

And frag it all, but a part of him still enjoyed it like this, and he rocked and pressed himself into the contact as much as his weakened frame could handle.

It may not have been audible, but Optimus' objection when Megatron pulled out was certainly felt; engine lashing out with a discordant whine-

Thankfully, for once Megatron did not leave him bereft. The hand on his spike prompted another rev, engine redlining; another surge of charge, and he bucked into the contact, ridges and seam lines rubbing heavily against the harsh angles of Megatron's fist.