Moving? He didn't particularly feel like he could, or wanted to, with every single filament, nook and cranny filled or fit together, and the head of his Prime's spike firmly up against the back of his valve, focusing and completing the current that danced along their interlocked systems and then up to the circuits around his spark chamber...
Then the rocking registered, and the fluctuating and rising charge, and Megatron grunted himself as he was remembered that it could get better.
"Yes, Prime." Leaning forward not just to whisper the very fitting words into Optimus' audial - which wasn't so much do to the collar as the sense of rightness, what the situation had been driven into, but also to shift his legs so they could be planted with knees framing Optimus' hips.
His hands twitched in a reflexive attempt at moving them to get better leverage but were of course... thwarted. For once, there was no flare of resentment or annoyance, merely acceptance, which curled around the charge flickering between them along the interconnected jacks and ports.
He'd have put his feet on the floor, which he certainly could, but tall enough to do that or not, it wouldn't give him the leverage he needed to move enough. cables and pistons tightening in his thighs, armour plates shifting slightly wider at the edges from the movement, Megatron, meeting his Prime's blue optics with blazing red, slowly rose upwards.
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Date: 2013-03-24 05:04 pm (UTC)Then the rocking registered, and the fluctuating and rising charge, and Megatron grunted himself as he was remembered that it could get better.
"Yes, Prime." Leaning forward not just to whisper the very fitting words into Optimus' audial - which wasn't so much do to the collar as the sense of rightness, what the situation had been driven into, but also to shift his legs so they could be planted with knees framing Optimus' hips.
His hands twitched in a reflexive attempt at moving them to get better leverage but were of course... thwarted. For once, there was no flare of resentment or annoyance, merely acceptance, which curled around the charge flickering between them along the interconnected jacks and ports.
He'd have put his feet on the floor, which he certainly could, but tall enough to do that or not, it wouldn't give him the leverage he needed to move enough. cables and pistons tightening in his thighs, armour plates shifting slightly wider at the edges from the movement, Megatron, meeting his Prime's blue optics with blazing red, slowly rose upwards.