And he had, hadn't he? There was no way to deny that, because he'd carefully planned it that way, and merely the fact that he'd found Optimus'... toy closet had speeded up the whole thing by several mega-cycles, at the least.
He might have said something in his defense nonetheless, or just to say something, but one thing Megatron was already aware of, was how differently a toy could be controlled compared to an attached spike.
The noise that slipped out at the feel of the frictionless and cool rod twirling about its own axis while it slid over nodes and his filaments and caliphers could do nothing but scrabble against the surface, building up even more charge.
Like this, he was...
"It's---" He wasn't sure how he felt about that. Besides hot, bubbling tension and charge across his circuits, twisting around his spark chamber, that was. And that verbal little claim had him snarling it outrage even as the rest of him sort of... trembled.
"---FINE." It wasn't a roar, but Megatron's gritted teeth couldn't quite keep the restrained bellow quite as controlled as he'd wanted, even as he twitched up into the knee, trying to get more pressure, more sensation, and then, helplessly, back against Optimus' hand and the rod in his valve.
"Is that what you want Optimus? Yes, I am! You've driven me completely insane, and even if you'd have needed more time if the situation was different, you'd undoubtedly have gotten me here anyway, especially as I couldn't in good conscience go further than I did yesterday! YES, I am enjoying it, now was that what you wanted to hear?" By now, Megatron had completely forgotten that Optimus had said they weren't even close to done yet, and even if he did remember it, he'd just assume there would be more intended-to-be-humiliating-in-his-arousal things in the wings rather than something straight-up more simply pleasurable.
He was so close to an edge that'd been hovering there since yesterday, when he'd left Optimus without overloading, and when overloading by his own hand just hadn't been enough and realising he couldn't actually completely touch the ports.
It was hovering right there, and Optimus' mere presence was adding to it.
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Date: 2013-01-14 01:11 am (UTC)He might have said something in his defense nonetheless, or just to say something, but one thing Megatron was already aware of, was how differently a toy could be controlled compared to an attached spike.
The noise that slipped out at the feel of the frictionless and cool rod twirling about its own axis while it slid over nodes and his filaments and caliphers could do nothing but scrabble against the surface, building up even more charge.
Like this, he was...
"It's---" He wasn't sure how he felt about that. Besides hot, bubbling tension and charge across his circuits, twisting around his spark chamber, that was. And that verbal little claim had him snarling it outrage even as the rest of him sort of... trembled.
"---FINE." It wasn't a roar, but Megatron's gritted teeth couldn't quite keep the restrained bellow quite as controlled as he'd wanted, even as he twitched up into the knee, trying to get more pressure, more sensation, and then, helplessly, back against Optimus' hand and the rod in his valve.
"Is that what you want Optimus? Yes, I am! You've driven me completely insane, and even if you'd have needed more time if the situation was different, you'd undoubtedly have gotten me here anyway, especially as I couldn't in good conscience go further than I did yesterday! YES, I am enjoying it, now was that what you wanted to hear?" By now, Megatron had completely forgotten that Optimus had said they weren't even close to done yet, and even if he did remember it, he'd just assume there would be more intended-to-be-humiliating-in-his-arousal things in the wings rather than something straight-up more simply pleasurable.
He was so close to an edge that'd been hovering there since yesterday, when he'd left Optimus without overloading, and when overloading by his own hand just hadn't been enough and realising he couldn't actually completely touch the ports.
It was hovering right there, and Optimus' mere presence was adding to it.