It would probably take more than this, and they'd probably clash more than once after this, but right now, arching into the rocking as he rose, there was no conflict.
Leaning into the cables' tugging as he sat down again, Megatron's whole frame shuddered in an engine-revving groan; this angle meant Optimus' spike reached in a completely different way, further, more there - demanding, you could say, even if it also to a part required his own cooperation.
Optics darkening at the twanging vibration of the bite, Megatron's sharp, slightly amused expression softened into expectation and compliance when Optimus finally parted his chest plates, the growl thrumming through metal and their connection both.
Some tiny part was still angry and incredulous at how this was playing out, but Megatron was nothing if not self-aware and the fact that only his Prime, only Optimus, would be able to get this?
That was... good enough. Especially with Optimus' hands on his hips, and that reverberating growl vibrating along with his own engine's revving. Rolling his hips to scrape the captured spike along the walls of his valve before he rose again, Megatron's optics flared and then dimmed.
"---Yes." More didn't escape, as he opened his chestplates (again, or not, he wasn't even sure if he'd opened them before and they'd closed at some point), baring the closed spark chamber and the last three ports.
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Date: 2013-03-28 12:39 pm (UTC)Leaning into the cables' tugging as he sat down again, Megatron's whole frame shuddered in an engine-revving groan; this angle meant Optimus' spike reached in a completely different way, further, more there - demanding, you could say, even if it also to a part required his own cooperation.
Optics darkening at the twanging vibration of the bite, Megatron's sharp, slightly amused expression softened into expectation and compliance when Optimus finally parted his chest plates, the growl thrumming through metal and their connection both.
Some tiny part was still angry and incredulous at how this was playing out, but Megatron was nothing if not self-aware and the fact that only his Prime, only Optimus, would be able to get this?
That was... good enough. Especially with Optimus' hands on his hips, and that reverberating growl vibrating along with his own engine's revving. Rolling his hips to scrape the captured spike along the walls of his valve before he rose again, Megatron's optics flared and then dimmed.
"---Yes." More didn't escape, as he opened his chestplates (again, or not, he wasn't even sure if he'd opened them before and they'd closed at some point), baring the closed spark chamber and the last three ports.