Begging? Hardly. Megatron caught the indistinct note of 'could have', and met it with a mental sneer. It didn't matter how charged up Optimus would have gotten him, or could still get him, he wouldn't be begging.
There might have been an invitation in those words, a challenge for later. They seemed to be doing something else presently, after all.
"Why?" The word was enunciated slowly, a drawl denying information immediately as much as the memory being scrubbed from the upper layers was, even as Megatron's engine revved at the wiggle and he couldn't quite sit still.
The caliphers and workings of the ports tightened briefly, pressing against the jacks and holding them in place as much as possible before the tension in the connection went back to normal.
"I assume you, like any other overly-curious spark are aware of the rumours of what happens after the gladiator matches?" He hadn't planned on revealing this, at least not yet, but he'd accidentally given part of it away.
So, due to that, Megatron slid up closer slowly, the angles and edges of the bared spark chamber cavity scraping with reverberating pleasure against Optimus' still-closed chestplates. But that wasn't enough, and Megatron leaned forward, helm angling, so he could murmur the words right up against Optimus' audial.
"It's all very true." A slight scrape of teeth, and now his ports snapped tighter around the jacks, conveying the tired but still unflagging arousal. "Some get off on the combat itself, but mostly it's the exertion and exhaustion after you're done that makes it... very, very easy to set another charge than combat readiness flowing."
His engine dropped a few octaves along with the pitch of his vocaliser, and hopefully he'd gotten Optimus caught enough he'd get to finish torturing the sensitive base and bottom of the spine before his Prime stopped him.
"So, congratulations, Optimus. If you didn't have me tied up at the moment I'd make sure you got more exhausted than I am at the moment. As for why?" he glanced aside to catch the edge of Optimus' optics, his own deeply ruby, glow nearly nonexistant. "I prefer to be in control of how much I agree to and how far I let arousal take me."
Which, implicitely, was quite lacking at the moment and had nothing to do with actually being tied up, as probably evidenced by the airy notes to his words, despite the deep rumbling itself, as well as te twitches trying not to scrape his valve - again - against the metal of Optimus' thighs.
Then, to make a point or just to be obnoxious, and, perhaps, to get something of an upper hand, he let Optimus have a single, burning moment of that memory; the frustrated, wound-tight charge and arousal right after the third overload, underlaid with exhaustion and....
"If you don't get up and continue, I'm going to tear you apart the moment I am free again." Because that was one of the times someone had thought to tie him up. Mostly to see if it'd affect how long the charge could be drawn out.
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There might have been an invitation in those words, a challenge for later. They seemed to be doing something else presently, after all.
"Why?" The word was enunciated slowly, a drawl denying information immediately as much as the memory being scrubbed from the upper layers was, even as Megatron's engine revved at the wiggle and he couldn't quite sit still.
The caliphers and workings of the ports tightened briefly, pressing against the jacks and holding them in place as much as possible before the tension in the connection went back to normal.
"I assume you, like any other overly-curious spark are aware of the rumours of what happens after the gladiator matches?" He hadn't planned on revealing this, at least not yet, but he'd accidentally given part of it away.
So, due to that, Megatron slid up closer slowly, the angles and edges of the bared spark chamber cavity scraping with reverberating pleasure against Optimus' still-closed chestplates. But that wasn't enough, and Megatron leaned forward, helm angling, so he could murmur the words right up against Optimus' audial.
"It's all very true." A slight scrape of teeth, and now his ports snapped tighter around the jacks, conveying the tired but still unflagging arousal. "Some get off on the combat itself, but mostly it's the exertion and exhaustion after you're done that makes it... very, very easy to set another charge than combat readiness flowing."
His engine dropped a few octaves along with the pitch of his vocaliser, and hopefully he'd gotten Optimus caught enough he'd get to finish torturing the sensitive base and bottom of the spine before his Prime stopped him.
"So, congratulations, Optimus. If you didn't have me tied up at the moment I'd make sure you got more exhausted than I am at the moment. As for why?" he glanced aside to catch the edge of Optimus' optics, his own deeply ruby, glow nearly nonexistant. "I prefer to be in control of how much I agree to and how far I let arousal take me."
Which, implicitely, was quite lacking at the moment and had nothing to do with actually being tied up, as probably evidenced by the airy notes to his words, despite the deep rumbling itself, as well as te twitches trying not to scrape his valve - again - against the metal of Optimus' thighs.
Then, to make a point or just to be obnoxious, and, perhaps, to get something of an upper hand, he let Optimus have a single, burning moment of that memory; the frustrated, wound-tight charge and arousal right after the third overload, underlaid with exhaustion and....
"If you don't get up and continue, I'm going to tear you apart the moment I am free again." Because that was one of the times someone had thought to tie him up. Mostly to see if it'd affect how long the charge could be drawn out.