::It's hardly an excuse when it's perfectly - hnn - true.:: A tiny thrill of charge flickered into like as Orion shifted, and Megatron shifted his own hips in response, not so much thrusting as grinding his spike upwards.

::You know how to move, and are strong and skillfull... we'll just have to work on extending that to the training room as much as in the berth...:: As he spoke, Megatron angled out of the kiss but didn't loosen up Orion's grip, Merely let his lips wander around Orion's mouth and nasal ridge.

::You have a very wicked mouth, too. Now... can you move as well as you do while seated here...:: At that, Megatron actually did a shallow thrust upwards, managing despite his half-recline and Orion's whole weight settled on him, his engine revving as the connection sparked with sudden charge and all the little workings at the end of spike and valve ground together.

"If you were to use your spike?" The last few words were fairt hummed out against Orion's lips.