Eyeing Orion from under the edge of his bowed helm, optics dim, Megatron kept the smirk that wanted to curl the edges of his lips purely mental as he caught that little freeze in both frame and expression.

Interesting.

"It's sometimes... ah, necessary, if only to--- Orion." Optics flashing, Megatron's helm tipped back as the friction sparked charge that snapped from the twitching rim, up along his valve which he was suddenly extremely aware of, and curling warm and tingly in the wriring around his spark chamber.

Next time he'd clearly have to tease Orion more than he had because Orion clearly didn't just have a wicked mouth, but, if given the chance, wicked hands as well. And then there was a brief thought of being told to stay still---

Not now.