Orion blinked. How easily he forgot that Megatron approved of his field. His laugh turned rueful, even as he slid a hand down Megatron's chest plates.

"I didn't want to push..." He objected tentatively, even as he eased up on his reflexive fieldhold. His field expanded out from his frame, smooth and heavy as it meshed against Megatron's own. Orion sighed at the contact, slumping a little in Megatron's lap; it wasn't often that he let himself go, and keeping his field reigned in was a constant strain. It was a weight off his shoulders, for a moment. It was nice.

As were the hands nearly on his aft. Grinning into Megatron's shoulder, he leaned into the contact with a pleased sound.