Humming into the kiss, Megatron gave Orion a nip as they parted and gave up his arm as it was grabbed, merely resettling himself for balance. Meeting Orion's smile with a little smirk of his own, he flexed his hand at the first, light touch of paint on armour.
High-pressure, narrow-beam airbrushing wasn't just excellent for sharp details, but met armour with enough force to lodge itself against the surface better. It actually stunned the sensors underneath momentarily, but Megatron was used to it.
The reason he paused with the cube at his lips and offlined his optics, letting out the next vent slower than usual, was that he wasn't applying the paint himself.
Orion's hand as it held his arm might be small, but it was firm, and Orion was steady, intent, beside him, and the room was his own, as secure as it could be. Slowly, Megatron began to relax, keeping his stance easily and continuing to empty the cube, but there was a certain... acquiecience that hadn't been there before.
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High-pressure, narrow-beam airbrushing wasn't just excellent for sharp details, but met armour with enough force to lodge itself against the surface better. It actually stunned the sensors underneath momentarily, but Megatron was used to it.
The reason he paused with the cube at his lips and offlined his optics, letting out the next vent slower than usual, was that he wasn't applying the paint himself.
Orion's hand as it held his arm might be small, but it was firm, and Orion was steady, intent, beside him, and the room was his own, as secure as it could be. Slowly, Megatron began to relax, keeping his stance easily and continuing to empty the cube, but there was a certain... acquiecience that hadn't been there before.