Simple? That was not simple! A rumble from his engine and a hiss from his vocaliser as the cable wriggled out of the gap in the joint combined to vibrate strangely down along his oversentisized armour.
"No." In stubborn frustration, Megatron tried to not move into any of the caresses, but keeping still was more maddening than attempting to move with and into them, the charge creeping flush down his circuits, sensor net priming higher with each second he didn't do something to change or relieve the input, and---
Megatron sort of shuddered, twisting around the energy dancing madly around his frame and concentrated on each spot of contact, another flickering clench of all the ports and his valve flowing through him, while spark-blue lightning flickered briefly around his spike in a small overflow.
"---Those cables." There was a groan threaded through his words, Megatron's optics bright from challenge as much as naked need and desire. Telling Optimus what he wanted wasn't begging. Wasn't begging until he was refused and told there'd be nothing until he actually begged for it. So he wouldn't beg. "They go where they should." There was a moment of sympathetic clench through those ports, and Megatron tilted his aft slightly into the cable playing around the rim of his port.
That wasn't where it belonged. Even if it was nice. Frustrating, but nice. Gritting his teeth, Megatron turned his helm enough and leaned so he could do what Optimus had been, mumur right into the base of the audial.
"I want you to 'face me, Optimus, because you chose a really bad time to take your revenge, and if it pleases you to know it, I have been frustrated since last evening, despite overloading several times." Megatron's voice was a low, sharp rumble, challenge stark in every single word as his lips brushed against the metal.
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"No." In stubborn frustration, Megatron tried to not move into any of the caresses, but keeping still was more maddening than attempting to move with and into them, the charge creeping flush down his circuits, sensor net priming higher with each second he didn't do something to change or relieve the input, and---
Megatron sort of shuddered, twisting around the energy dancing madly around his frame and concentrated on each spot of contact, another flickering clench of all the ports and his valve flowing through him, while spark-blue lightning flickered briefly around his spike in a small overflow.
"---Those cables." There was a groan threaded through his words, Megatron's optics bright from challenge as much as naked need and desire. Telling Optimus what he wanted wasn't begging. Wasn't begging until he was refused and told there'd be nothing until he actually begged for it. So he wouldn't beg. "They go where they should." There was a moment of sympathetic clench through those ports, and Megatron tilted his aft slightly into the cable playing around the rim of his port.
That wasn't where it belonged. Even if it was nice. Frustrating, but nice. Gritting his teeth, Megatron turned his helm enough and leaned so he could do what Optimus had been, mumur right into the base of the audial.
"I want you to 'face me, Optimus, because you chose a really bad time to take your revenge, and if it pleases you to know it, I have been frustrated since last evening, despite overloading several times." Megatron's voice was a low, sharp rumble, challenge stark in every single word as his lips brushed against the metal.