Since he came here, Megatron had mostly ignored the parts of the consort quarters that were "obviously" made to cater to interfacing, and also ignored the whoevers who might be using any of those public spots when he had to pass. Now, however, it was very hard to ignore it and he almost dug his feet in in an attempt to stall whatever Optimus was planning.
But he did owe his Prime something, he could admit, and it wouldn't surprise him if Optimus was still too angry to even consider something like interface... even if the thought had a flickering wave of heat rush through him.
"Clearly I didn't explain well enough---" He'd been made to kneel exactly twice in his function; when he recieved his sentence, and now, with Optimus attempting to push him down. He resisted for all of a few brief moments, but the collar's gentle insistence plus his own fatigue, no matter how bouyed he was by the annoying building arousal, made him go down easily enough. "And any apology clearly wasn't good enough," Megatron snapped, refusing to not lift his helm and glare Optimus full in the faceplates, his red optics glowing lividly.
He also had to grit his teeth against the vague thoughts that swam up at his... position. He had much too little control like this (oh, he did realise the irony of this and what he'd done to Optimus last night), even given the few times he'd interfaced after being this tired and then allowed a lot more... manhandling and control over than he would otherwise, recieving a spike or not.
"Fine, Prime. What's going to make up for it?" He wasn't sure he'd get a reply to that, however. It wasn't as if he had been straightforward with Optimus last night.
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Date: 2012-12-30 01:00 pm (UTC)But he did owe his Prime something, he could admit, and it wouldn't surprise him if Optimus was still too angry to even consider something like interface... even if the thought had a flickering wave of heat rush through him.
"Clearly I didn't explain well enough---" He'd been made to kneel exactly twice in his function; when he recieved his sentence, and now, with Optimus attempting to push him down. He resisted for all of a few brief moments, but the collar's gentle insistence plus his own fatigue, no matter how bouyed he was by the annoying building arousal, made him go down easily enough. "And any apology clearly wasn't good enough," Megatron snapped, refusing to not lift his helm and glare Optimus full in the faceplates, his red optics glowing lividly.
He also had to grit his teeth against the vague thoughts that swam up at his... position. He had much too little control like this (oh, he did realise the irony of this and what he'd done to Optimus last night), even given the few times he'd interfaced after being this tired and then allowed a lot more... manhandling and control over than he would otherwise, recieving a spike or not.
"Fine, Prime. What's going to make up for it?" He wasn't sure he'd get a reply to that, however. It wasn't as if he had been straightforward with Optimus last night.