Orion chuckled at the tug in his hips, his own engine rising to to a muted rumble as he clanked up against Megatron's sturdy frame. But he kept it at that, as they couldn't afford any further delays.

Still, when he reached over to grasp the edge of Megatron's helm to angle it for painting - he was pleasantly able to note that, thanks to the berth, they were almost of an equal height - he couldn't resist allowing a brief lingering of thumb over cheek and jawline, before tilting the heavy helm as he needed it.

Engine still purring, Orion applied the last of the decals, fingertips curled gently against warm neck cables.