Optimus leaned down, tempted to either push Megatron away- or to hold him close and open his panel and fill his mouth with his own spike.

Instead, he did neither. Though he stroked a hand down Megatron's helm to rest against his neck with a low smirk, he did not press him closer and instead allowed Megatron to continue at his own pace.

He could not allow himself to be thrown further by this sudden attempt for control.

Instead, a set of muted clicks, down by his own legs...and a pair of prehensile cables snaked up around Megatron's thighs, honing on on his still-exposed spike.