His valve adjusting to Orion's size within the first few thrusts, Megatron laughed quietly, the noise fuzzing with static each time Orion snapped back in again, pressing everything outwards.

"Of course. Contrary to... ah-- some people, I find this quite acceptable," Megatron smiled sharply and curled his hand around Orion's helm, covering a large part of it as he met each thrust with a little twist of his hips, and, intermittently, conciously tightening the flexing grip of his internal workings around Orion's spike. "More than so. And you're quite... a presence. Would you let that field loose again, Orion?"

Megatron wasn't sure when Orion had pulled it back in - probably sometime while Megatron had been spiking him and the heady rush of getting rid of the sharp charge and overload of expectation had shielded it from view.