Orion smiled with pleased triumph, hand lingering on Megatron's face as he disengaged with a final slide of tongue against lips. The feel of another's field felt so nice; too nice, for a mech gone long without frame-field contact. But he didn't begrudge himself the stolen touch, even if he slowly drew it back to his usual, restrained hold.

"Mhmm. I think I could get used to this." His smile turned fond, and he stroked fingers down the strong jawline before easing his hold on the mech, dropping down to his proper height.

...He ended up half in Megatron's lap, but given his laugh, he hardly seemed to mind.