He'd have roared in humiliated outrage if he could have, if he'd had time, but instead everything zeroed in on that wash of hot waste air on the back of his neck.
Megatron had unconciously arched up into the vent, the plating of his neck as sensitive as any other part and engine thrumming on that angry explosion, up until Optimus... did that. He twisted and then froze as the charge, which had been slowly nearing inevitability, suddenly was properly channeled and the connection closed as the rest of the rod was pushed in, the tip of it whacking up against the back of his valve.
His vocaliser spit static instead of... whatever it was he'd planned to say as the charge cycled once, built, and as it flared outwards through his frame and connected with that hot, white ball of lightning around his spark chamber suddenly exploded.
But this wasn't over, obviously.
Optimus' presence behind, above him, was keenly felt even as he stuttered out a few gasping vents and twisted in his Prime's lap before systems started to settle. And, frustratingly, there was still a low burn of arousal simply from Optimus being there, and the familiar faint curl of lingering charge around his spark chamber; this tired, it was as if one overload just wasn't enough, because he hadn't been able to get it all out.
"... Are we... done. now?" He ignored the slight fuzz in his vocaliser and glared at the ground even as he vaguely remembered Optimus saying they weren't close to done yet. But maybe with such a humiliatingly easily teased out overload, Optimus would be satisfied.
Resentment burned through him at the thought of this being it, though.
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Date: 2013-01-14 01:37 pm (UTC)Megatron had unconciously arched up into the vent, the plating of his neck as sensitive as any other part and engine thrumming on that angry explosion, up until Optimus... did that. He twisted and then froze as the charge, which had been slowly nearing inevitability, suddenly was properly channeled and the connection closed as the rest of the rod was pushed in, the tip of it whacking up against the back of his valve.
His vocaliser spit static instead of... whatever it was he'd planned to say as the charge cycled once, built, and as it flared outwards through his frame and connected with that hot, white ball of lightning around his spark chamber suddenly exploded.
But this wasn't over, obviously.
Optimus' presence behind, above him, was keenly felt even as he stuttered out a few gasping vents and twisted in his Prime's lap before systems started to settle. And, frustratingly, there was still a low burn of arousal simply from Optimus being there, and the familiar faint curl of lingering charge around his spark chamber; this tired, it was as if one overload just wasn't enough, because he hadn't been able to get it all out.
"... Are we... done. now?" He ignored the slight fuzz in his vocaliser and glared at the ground even as he vaguely remembered Optimus saying they weren't close to done yet. But maybe with such a humiliatingly easily teased out overload, Optimus would be satisfied.
Resentment burned through him at the thought of this being it, though.