He almost snapped out a protest of the rod being pulled out, but managed to stifle it in time. The was that while he might never have been a consort of any sort with the libido to match, in this state he could be quite... if not needy, then certainly wanting. Case in point, the faint, lingering charge of arousal was already sliding back upwards only from Optimus presence, the ropes around his joints and... well, his still slightly charged spike against the metal of Optimus' knee.
His valve and ports wanted more, however. Or in the case of the thirteen points scattered around his frame, anything.
Which was also annoying, but really had nothing to do with Optimus (except for the ports). Despite everything, though, there was a slight relaxing of tight cables and armour plates not pressing together exactly as tightly as before.
Until the cube was presented, of course, while he was still on his Prime's lap. This was not, in any way, proportionate to what he'd done!
"I'm not touching that like this," Megatron said with a grunt as he turned his helm away; he'd almost claimed he didn't need it, but he didn't need to have such a blatant lie thrown back in his face, really.
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His valve and ports wanted more, however. Or in the case of the thirteen points scattered around his frame, anything.
Which was also annoying, but really had nothing to do with Optimus (except for the ports). Despite everything, though, there was a slight relaxing of tight cables and armour plates not pressing together exactly as tightly as before.
Until the cube was presented, of course, while he was still on his Prime's lap. This was not, in any way, proportionate to what he'd done!
"I'm not touching that like this," Megatron said with a grunt as he turned his helm away; he'd almost claimed he didn't need it, but he didn't need to have such a blatant lie thrown back in his face, really.