"Perhaps I should." Megatron rumbled in threat, not at all minding the sudden jerk of the fingers, and he was even seriously considering it when Orion shifted. The sudden change in stimulation, the softer, pliant metal of Orion's tongue and lips against the valve and the moan that traveled right in and made all the little workings vibrate, brought out a honest, surprised moan.

The position wasn't the most dignifed, one leg up over Orion's shoulder, but Megatron found he couldn't care less about that as he gripped at the couch and dug the heel of the foot he had on the floor down.

"Perhaps... I should wait however, if what you want results in- hn - this."