All spikes and valves had a certain leeway of adjustment, which led to long-time (or just particularly skilled) partners fitting better, but often that was simply part of getting to the end easier, faster.
The changes that had been done here, carefully adjusting for preferences of all sorts, made every single full slide and clench into a goal in itself. It made it hard to want to move - which Megatron had experienced last night as well, from the... other end.
The sensations were quickly smoothing over any other thought; every little twitch and grasp and clench, of the ports around the jacks tipped by the cables curled around him, of the workings in his valve and the interlacing of them with the same on Optimus' spike, creating a slightly dragging friction-heavy rasp...
"Nnh... Well, I didn't think---" Briefly, the intended words were lost in a groan, rather surprised such as well, as the intricate ends of the tentacles sort of nibbled on the retreating armour plates. "that those... would ever be considered. Sensitive." Megatron's helm dropped backwards when they scraped along his spark chamber, and then---
Optimus--- Megatron twisted in his Prime's lap, optics narrowing as the charge slammed up through him, circuit complete, burning from one end to the other, Optimus included. Patience. He should have used some patience last night, or at the least, started with talking.
It was annoying how obvious it seemed from this end, now, connected like this, unfortunately on the other side of both his own actions and Optimus'... "revenge".
Static slipped out of his vocaliser as he rose up on his knees again, clenching his valve at the same time, rolling his hips at the end, his ports flickering in a sort of twisting movement and he wasn't... going to...
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The changes that had been done here, carefully adjusting for preferences of all sorts, made every single full slide and clench into a goal in itself. It made it hard to want to move - which Megatron had experienced last night as well, from the... other end.
The sensations were quickly smoothing over any other thought; every little twitch and grasp and clench, of the ports around the jacks tipped by the cables curled around him, of the workings in his valve and the interlacing of them with the same on Optimus' spike, creating a slightly dragging friction-heavy rasp...
"Nnh... Well, I didn't think---" Briefly, the intended words were lost in a groan, rather surprised such as well, as the intricate ends of the tentacles sort of nibbled on the retreating armour plates. "that those... would ever be considered. Sensitive." Megatron's helm dropped backwards when they scraped along his spark chamber, and then---
Optimus--- Megatron twisted in his Prime's lap, optics narrowing as the charge slammed up through him, circuit complete, burning from one end to the other, Optimus included. Patience. He should have used some patience last night, or at the least, started with talking.
It was annoying how obvious it seemed from this end, now, connected like this, unfortunately on the other side of both his own actions and Optimus'... "revenge".
Static slipped out of his vocaliser as he rose up on his knees again, clenching his valve at the same time, rolling his hips at the end, his ports flickering in a sort of twisting movement and he wasn't... going to...
Just a little longer.