Grunting faintly as the last of the spike slid free of him, the librarian tried to ignore the oddly bereft feeling inside his frame.

::I'd rather it didn't, personally, but I might be able to see how it could. Maybe.:: Orion amended, licking Megatron's lips. Then he pulled back, straddling a knee to survey the mech spread out beneath him.

"But still...No fighting here today, I hope?" Orion purred, hands sliding down Megatron's chest, grazing armor-lines in his sides before reaching hips. He teased exposed thigh joints with a casual splaying of fingers, thumbs just avoiding the base of his spike and rim of freshly exposed valve. His engine rumbled in appreciative anticipation.