Megatron hummed at the hiss, stroking his hands over Orion's thighs in an attempt at soothing the raised ire he'd stirred.
"Probably not quite as bad as you're imagining, and yes, really." The incident in Megatron's quarters that Orion had interrupted had, by far, been the most flagrant of offenses in regards to ignoring 'no', and Megatron wasn't about to linger on that.
Instead he found himself more... ah, occupied by Orion being a pit-spawned tease and even rolling his hips as much as his position and the slightly cramped space allowed him to didn't give much relief.
Orion's fingers were smooth, and while the friction stirred static, it just wasn't the same as caliphers and filaments attempted to grip and mostly slid away, except at the seams and gaps for the joints.
"I would... certainly be amenable, yes." Then he tilted his helm, the upper edge of an optic ridge quirked and engine rumbling quite loudly. "I didn't quite take you for a tease Orion. Do you like to keep mechs at the edge, taking your time and expecting... ah, compliance, or are you trying to goad me into throwing you down and ride you?" Megatron's voice warmed and went down in pitch as he spoke, optics flickering and then steadying at a brighter glow. Either of those were things he was capable of, the former extremely frustrating... but rewarding, and the latter something he'd done for a few former lovers who liked the idea of "goading" the gladiator to distraction.
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Date: 2013-12-03 02:21 pm (UTC)"Probably not quite as bad as you're imagining, and yes, really." The incident in Megatron's quarters that Orion had interrupted had, by far, been the most flagrant of offenses in regards to ignoring 'no', and Megatron wasn't about to linger on that.
Instead he found himself more... ah, occupied by Orion being a pit-spawned tease and even rolling his hips as much as his position and the slightly cramped space allowed him to didn't give much relief.
Orion's fingers were smooth, and while the friction stirred static, it just wasn't the same as caliphers and filaments attempted to grip and mostly slid away, except at the seams and gaps for the joints.
"I would... certainly be amenable, yes." Then he tilted his helm, the upper edge of an optic ridge quirked and engine rumbling quite loudly. "I didn't quite take you for a tease Orion. Do you like to keep mechs at the edge, taking your time and expecting... ah, compliance, or are you trying to goad me into throwing you down and ride you?" Megatron's voice warmed and went down in pitch as he spoke, optics flickering and then steadying at a brighter glow. Either of those were things he was capable of, the former extremely frustrating... but rewarding, and the latter something he'd done for a few former lovers who liked the idea of "goading" the gladiator to distraction.