"That I can do," Orion agreed, faintly irritated with his own mistake. But it turned out alright, so.

Gaze dropping, Orion grinned when Megatron spread his thighs. Releasing the large hand with a final nuzzle, Orion placed his own palm on the gladiator's chest, fingers sliding down to linger on a hip.

"Was that an invitation?" He teased, too used to their usual banter to phrase it as a sort of direct order - but his field did push noticeably back at Megatron's little testing flex.

Now that it was out and fully expanded, it was more quick to push back against the little 'disobediences' than Orion consciously would.