Megatron had a moment of utter incredulity at the slightly changed position, and he was relieved Optimus couldn't see his face like this because his expression of surprise wasn't very dignified. And while he'd managed to damp down the working of engine and fans both, his frame was still running slightly hot from earlier, especially now that he'd strangled power to the fans just to give away as little as possible.
This just meant that with the slight shift in how much was... exposed, the brief rush of relatively cool air over his back and thighs and, well, between right before Optimus struck again made the contrast that much larger.
He couldn't quite keep a brief grunt from escaping at the renewed assault, more from the hit itself rather than any pain.
That grunt was all he was determined to give, however, but the brief moments of "rest" as Optimus drew back and before he struck, the vibrations thrumming through him from the hits themselves and the complaining sensor nodes...
Megatron wasn't really a masochist. There were shades of both extremes, yes, because all good gladiators shared that trait, but it wasn't something he preferred to get enmeshed in any way in his interfacing. But he was already on edge form his work out earlier, and all the sensasion was slowly coalescing.
Teeth gritting, Megatron locked his thighs as well as he could without leverage and tried to concentrate on the fact that this had nothing to do with interfacing. But his processor couldn't quite slot this into "being whaled on with no recourse for defense". Not with the heat and vibration, no matter the pain, close to his valve and spike.
A frisson of charge collected on the tip of tiny, sensitive workings as well as along the surface of his still-hidden spike, and then he did shift.
Just a shade, and he froze still right after, even if it was doubtful Optimus would realise what it was for.
"Are you quite---finished soon?" It was ground out between gritted teeth, and thankfully not even the slight stall would reveal his building... problem. He just needed out of here as soon as possible, even if both ports and valve twisted at the thought of leaving the very pleasant presence of his Prime now.
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Date: 2013-01-02 11:37 am (UTC)This just meant that with the slight shift in how much was... exposed, the brief rush of relatively cool air over his back and thighs and, well, between right before Optimus struck again made the contrast that much larger.
He couldn't quite keep a brief grunt from escaping at the renewed assault, more from the hit itself rather than any pain.
That grunt was all he was determined to give, however, but the brief moments of "rest" as Optimus drew back and before he struck, the vibrations thrumming through him from the hits themselves and the complaining sensor nodes...
Megatron wasn't really a masochist. There were shades of both extremes, yes, because all good gladiators shared that trait, but it wasn't something he preferred to get enmeshed in any way in his interfacing. But he was already on edge form his work out earlier, and all the sensasion was slowly coalescing.
Teeth gritting, Megatron locked his thighs as well as he could without leverage and tried to concentrate on the fact that this had nothing to do with interfacing. But his processor couldn't quite slot this into "being whaled on with no recourse for defense". Not with the heat and vibration, no matter the pain, close to his valve and spike.
A frisson of charge collected on the tip of tiny, sensitive workings as well as along the surface of his still-hidden spike, and then he did shift.
Just a shade, and he froze still right after, even if it was doubtful Optimus would realise what it was for.
"Are you quite---finished soon?" It was ground out between gritted teeth, and thankfully not even the slight stall would reveal his building... problem. He just needed out of here as soon as possible, even if both ports and valve twisted at the thought of leaving the very pleasant presence of his Prime now.
It didn't matter.