"That... is not an erogenous zone." Gritting the words out, he'd have shifted his elbow away if he could as the difference in heat from the hotter ventilations and the air in the room, and the simple fact of air moving over them was enough to send twitching, high-tense charge down his circuits.
He was giving away too much, because when all this was over and Optimus had some situations to compare to, he'd realise Megatron did not get worked up over air flow over his joints. At the moment, however, it was hard enough not to explode in frustrated arousal and explain, very clearly, what his Prime had managed to catch.
But Optimus was going to drive him insane at this rate. The taps stimulated sensors just barely, each gentle flick causing miniscule friction that caused charge and sensory feedback to flare out. Too slight to be recognised as pain-errors, they were contrasted against the more firm hits, but curbed as they were, even on his highly attuned sensors the errors they produced were almost completely drowned out by pleasure.
It was impossible not to press up against Optimus' thigh, no matter how he tried. And with bared interface the friction from that and the static and friction from the strikes from behind served to have Megatron minutely squirming in his Prime's lap in confused anger as much as arousal.
This. Was just not a punishment that had anything to do with what he'd done. He needed to...
"What does this have to do with anything, you frustrating glitch!?" The yell had a distinct snarl to it, and Megatron's legs twitched in a futile attempt to kick Optimus even as he finally managed to make his interface panel spiral shut again---
And then they automatically opened, having met resistance. Megatron's loud, staccato engine rev expressed what his incredulous face - which Optimus couldn't see - didn't. He'd fragging miscalculated.
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He was giving away too much, because when all this was over and Optimus had some situations to compare to, he'd realise Megatron did not get worked up over air flow over his joints. At the moment, however, it was hard enough not to explode in frustrated arousal and explain, very clearly, what his Prime had managed to catch.
But Optimus was going to drive him insane at this rate. The taps stimulated sensors just barely, each gentle flick causing miniscule friction that caused charge and sensory feedback to flare out. Too slight to be recognised as pain-errors, they were contrasted against the more firm hits, but curbed as they were, even on his highly attuned sensors the errors they produced were almost completely drowned out by pleasure.
It was impossible not to press up against Optimus' thigh, no matter how he tried. And with bared interface the friction from that and the static and friction from the strikes from behind served to have Megatron minutely squirming in his Prime's lap in confused anger as much as arousal.
This. Was just not a punishment that had anything to do with what he'd done. He needed to...
"What does this have to do with anything, you frustrating glitch!?" The yell had a distinct snarl to it, and Megatron's legs twitched in a futile attempt to kick Optimus even as he finally managed to make his interface panel spiral shut again---
And then they automatically opened, having met resistance. Megatron's loud, staccato engine rev expressed what his incredulous face - which Optimus couldn't see - didn't. He'd fragging miscalculated.