"I'd rather debate something that hasn't already been argued to death," Orion objected weakly, still visibly thrown by Megatron's suggestion.

He huffed at Megatron's mirth, though his frame went shock-still at the contact; audial nub tilting automatically into the whisper. Engine noise slowly climbing up as his frame heated at the implications, Orion leaned into the contact with a huffed out sigh.

"Oh, but you'll be the death of me at this rate," he swore, waiting only for Megatron to swallow before turning in his seat to catch his jawline and bring them together for a unusually hurried kiss.