The fact that Optimus was doing so very well at keeping things so nicely tucked away was a source of frustration and some reluctant feelings that it was begrudingly impressive.
"I certainly will be---" A nearly explosive exvent and rev of Megatron's engine distrupted what might have been as the cables tugged his thighs apart. The sounds also disguised any possibility to hear the fact that the three ports set around his spark chamber flickered open, and then closed. Of course, given that they were tucked beneath a lot of armour, it was doubtful it'd have been audible either way.
Growling as he lost the concentration to continue what he was doing, Megatron's helm fell to rest against the front of Optimus' pelvic armour; there might be no spike in the way to obscure his face and the slight twitches of grimace and slacking of the lines around his mouth as those tips carefully slid down his spike, but now his helm most certainly was in the way.
And as he tilted his hips and let his spike fully extend as the jacks at the end rubbed at his base, Megatron mentally cursed the fact that there was no way to defend himself; tied up, he had even less of a chance to do anything about Optimus'... ah, extra limbs, and he wasn't strong enough to pull his thighs closed.
Not that he could say that he wanted to, but that wasn't the point.
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Date: 2013-01-21 12:02 pm (UTC)"I certainly will be---" A nearly explosive exvent and rev of Megatron's engine distrupted what might have been as the cables tugged his thighs apart. The sounds also disguised any possibility to hear the fact that the three ports set around his spark chamber flickered open, and then closed. Of course, given that they were tucked beneath a lot of armour, it was doubtful it'd have been audible either way.
Growling as he lost the concentration to continue what he was doing, Megatron's helm fell to rest against the front of Optimus' pelvic armour; there might be no spike in the way to obscure his face and the slight twitches of grimace and slacking of the lines around his mouth as those tips carefully slid down his spike, but now his helm most certainly was in the way.
And as he tilted his hips and let his spike fully extend as the jacks at the end rubbed at his base, Megatron mentally cursed the fact that there was no way to defend himself; tied up, he had even less of a chance to do anything about Optimus'... ah, extra limbs, and he wasn't strong enough to pull his thighs closed.
Not that he could say that he wanted to, but that wasn't the point.