"Optimus---" It was drawled out, partly in response to the drawn-out "no" from his Prime, partly in protest. Why would Optimus use something... something like a toy?`It wasn't as if that would ever be the same as the real thing, could simply not be as good as---
The realisation slid in between Megatron carefully, stonily, somehow managing not to respond to the maddening teasing. Especially when Optimus said that. Of course. He hardly deserved the actual, real thing, now did he? Not yet, not after last night.
"Not with anything like this!" the words still slipped out, faint, angry static clinging to them as he (tried to) ignored the feeling of having failed and utterly messed up. But then Optimus started to actually slide the rod inside, and Megatron's briefly won control started to fray.
It was obviously a simpler variation, even if extremely well-made such; made to be completely non-reactive, it was cool even with Optimus handling it, and the tip having played against the rim of Megatron's valve.
Hot, twitchy charge skipped from the filaments and nodes on Megatron's valve towards the metal sliding inside, sort of reflecting off and being magnified even as none of his workings could get a grip on the rod. Megatron's engine revved, first quietly, then dipping down in the registers as the rod continued in, slowly, and the filaments slid away and against the toy, without any chance for actual friction.
It was utterly, completely maddening, especially as it remained cool against the heated insides, charge crackling and reflecting, building up not from friction, but from simply being redirected around.
"O--Optimus." He wished he could claim that was a snarl as his hands flexed uselessly and he finally gave in and actually attemped to thrust back, get it inside. He didn't have the leverage for that though, and the second after he did that, Megatron snarled at himself... which just turned into something of a groan.
"Get. that thing. out." Because, with how smooth it was, there was no way he could get it out himself, especially not, he realised as it slid inside fully, since it was flared at the base. Unless Optimus moved it, it'd stay where it was, even with his Prime possibly having the strength and height of holding him up by the arms and shaking him or something.
This was. utterly. humiliating. Not just because of the need, of the relief of having something that filled out the space in his valve even as the workings flexed anxiously, uselessly against the metal lodged there. But also because he couldn't keep still and there was nothing he could do, and he knew this was surely the extent of the revenge.
His ports twitched once again, forlornly, as charge spiked and flared through him, making Megatron twist his hips again, its crackling center around his spark chamber as well as his valve, and by now, the tip of his spike was pushing against Optimus thigh.
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Date: 2013-01-12 01:30 pm (UTC)The realisation slid in between Megatron carefully, stonily, somehow managing not to respond to the maddening teasing. Especially when Optimus said that. Of course. He hardly deserved the actual, real thing, now did he? Not yet, not after last night.
"Not with anything like this!" the words still slipped out, faint, angry static clinging to them as he (tried to) ignored the feeling of having failed and utterly messed up. But then Optimus started to actually slide the rod inside, and Megatron's briefly won control started to fray.
It was obviously a simpler variation, even if extremely well-made such; made to be completely non-reactive, it was cool even with Optimus handling it, and the tip having played against the rim of Megatron's valve.
Hot, twitchy charge skipped from the filaments and nodes on Megatron's valve towards the metal sliding inside, sort of reflecting off and being magnified even as none of his workings could get a grip on the rod. Megatron's engine revved, first quietly, then dipping down in the registers as the rod continued in, slowly, and the filaments slid away and against the toy, without any chance for actual friction.
It was utterly, completely maddening, especially as it remained cool against the heated insides, charge crackling and reflecting, building up not from friction, but from simply being redirected around.
"O--Optimus." He wished he could claim that was a snarl as his hands flexed uselessly and he finally gave in and actually attemped to thrust back, get it inside. He didn't have the leverage for that though, and the second after he did that, Megatron snarled at himself... which just turned into something of a groan.
"Get. that thing. out." Because, with how smooth it was, there was no way he could get it out himself, especially not, he realised as it slid inside fully, since it was flared at the base. Unless Optimus moved it, it'd stay where it was, even with his Prime possibly having the strength and height of holding him up by the arms and shaking him or something.
This was. utterly. humiliating. Not just because of the need, of the relief of having something that filled out the space in his valve even as the workings flexed anxiously, uselessly against the metal lodged there. But also because he couldn't keep still and there was nothing he could do, and he knew this was surely the extent of the revenge.
His ports twitched once again, forlornly, as charge spiked and flared through him, making Megatron twist his hips again, its crackling center around his spark chamber as well as his valve, and by now, the tip of his spike was pushing against Optimus thigh.