It had turned rather heated quite fast, which was somewhat surprising... though they'd both been responsible for it getting here, and Orion didn't seem inclined to back off.

Laughing quietly at Orion's grimace, Megatron let one hand travel upwards from where it had been teasing joint and paneling, stroking along the angles and planes of Orion's back up to the wheel.

"Avoid them? No, certainly not..." a groan thrummed out of Megatron at the vibrations against the vulnerable metal, and the teeth scraping down somehow got his helm tilting back even further. "And you can be firmer Orion. Even if you use a hand. There's quite a step between, hnn, even rougher play and choking." As if in emphasis, he squeezed the wheel his hand had been edging around, firmly enough it should be felt even with the lack of direct sensory nodes in the material itself, and, briefly, lightly, darted out a finger to stroke over the closed interface panel, from covered valve to spike, and then back to rest on a hip joint, stopping there.