There was that, which was echoed by the Key, if in a less coherent fashion along with the relayed approval. It made Megatron give a brief snort, but otherwise he remained surprisingly relaxed.
He wouldn't admit it, but the reflected feeling of being pleased at his change in attitude brought a feeling of satisfaction which had nothing to do with the collar still around his neck.
When Optimus hands started to wander, an underlying hum thrummed through Megatron's engine, but when (at first) nothing more substantial happened than that teasing slide...
"Optimus..." That could have been a threat, but it wasn't. It wasn't begging either. Perhaps something closer to waiting expectation. Asking, maybe, and Megatron didn't even shift into the touch, or try to get those fingers to linger.
... He had to admit, briefly and distractedly, that he was impressed Optimus managed to lift him clean up, even if it wasn't far. Something between a gasp and a groan escaped him, both due to the angle and the sudden feeling and presence of fullness, an unyielding fit with charge suddenly slamming through him.
"You don't---nnn, do things by halves, hm." That might have been airier than he expected it to be, and Megatron was sure the fit of Optimus spike was even more than it had been the first time.
Shifting slightly, his optics flared at the feeling of delicate filaments and caliphers working and rubbing together, the nodes underneath stressed with the flood of sensation.
The though was lost as valve and ports all clenched.
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He wouldn't admit it, but the reflected feeling of being pleased at his change in attitude brought a feeling of satisfaction which had nothing to do with the collar still around his neck.
When Optimus hands started to wander, an underlying hum thrummed through Megatron's engine, but when (at first) nothing more substantial happened than that teasing slide...
"Optimus..." That could have been a threat, but it wasn't. It wasn't begging either. Perhaps something closer to waiting expectation. Asking, maybe, and Megatron didn't even shift into the touch, or try to get those fingers to linger.
... He had to admit, briefly and distractedly, that he was impressed Optimus managed to lift him clean up, even if it wasn't far. Something between a gasp and a groan escaped him, both due to the angle and the sudden feeling and presence of fullness, an unyielding fit with charge suddenly slamming through him.
"You don't---nnn, do things by halves, hm." That might have been airier than he expected it to be, and Megatron was sure the fit of Optimus spike was even more than it had been the first time.
Shifting slightly, his optics flared at the feeling of delicate filaments and caliphers working and rubbing together, the nodes underneath stressed with the flood of sensation.
The though was lost as valve and ports all clenched.