::I do want it,:: Orion finally declared; his charge was getting too demanding to play coy much longer. Almost involuntarily, his interface panel retracted under Megatron's touch, and he hissed quietly as his charged port was exposed to air.

He groaned against Megatron's throat cabling, before rallying himself and pressing eager kisses against thinner, more delicate lines.

::I hope you want it enough to more than just 'not mind' it, of course...::

He pressed down with his entire frame, meshing armor to armor as much as possible, coaxingly; his now-exposed interface pressed against Megatron's paneling.