Had Optimus not caught him right after the sort of work-out he'd had, tired, overworked and on edge, he could've taken the whole thing with... well, probably not grace and pentience, but at least acceptance, if bony such.
He already knew he should have stopped, shouldn't have done that so soon. It had literally been only two days ago that they cemented their connection! Such as it was.
He couldn't see the sparks, but he sure could feel the effect of the strike that created them, because yes, there was a difference. Where the hits prior had gone nearly protoform deep, pressing sensor nodes down with harsh, simple movements, that hit slid a little along the armour, scraping and causing a surface vibration as the friction snapped up a cascade of sparks.
A vibration that travelled along the surface of his armour and while not really that much less painful as the strike overstimulated the sensor nodes in a different way entirely compared to the deeper hits, it...
"If I'm going to spend that much time on your lap, I'm going to get bored and you're going to tire out the actuators and cables in your wrist." Dryly said with a faint sneer, the words were a complete contrast to the twisting charge suddenly snaking along his circuits as that light, penetratingly painful but still delicate vibration hit his interface equipment.
Despite his resolve to not make any noise as a result of the spanking - succeeded - or movement, Megatron's hips twitched the slightest bit inwards, pressing against Optimus' thigh briefly.
Silently, Megatron cursed the gentle throb slithering along his circuits.
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Had Optimus not caught him right after the sort of work-out he'd had, tired, overworked and on edge, he could've taken the whole thing with... well, probably not grace and pentience, but at least acceptance, if bony such.
He already knew he should have stopped, shouldn't have done that so soon. It had literally been only two days ago that they cemented their connection! Such as it was.
He couldn't see the sparks, but he sure could feel the effect of the strike that created them, because yes, there was a difference. Where the hits prior had gone nearly protoform deep, pressing sensor nodes down with harsh, simple movements, that hit slid a little along the armour, scraping and causing a surface vibration as the friction snapped up a cascade of sparks.
A vibration that travelled along the surface of his armour and while not really that much less painful as the strike overstimulated the sensor nodes in a different way entirely compared to the deeper hits, it...
"If I'm going to spend that much time on your lap, I'm going to get bored and you're going to tire out the actuators and cables in your wrist." Dryly said with a faint sneer, the words were a complete contrast to the twisting charge suddenly snaking along his circuits as that light, penetratingly painful but still delicate vibration hit his interface equipment.
Despite his resolve to not make any noise as a result of the spanking - succeeded - or movement, Megatron's hips twitched the slightest bit inwards, pressing against Optimus' thigh briefly.
Silently, Megatron cursed the gentle throb slithering along his circuits.