Stretching up into the touch on his chest with a little arch since he hadn't been given any order to remain still, no matter what - which could be a fun game to play - Megatron hummed, vocally and engine-wise both.

"If it pleases you to be so, it certainly could be." He didn't spread his thighs further, but since Orion had dropped his hand, he shifted both his arms to behind his back, grasping each wrist with the opposite hand and twitched his hips up slightly.

Orion hadn't asked for it, of course, but Orion, even if he'd seen some things in his research, probably didn't remember half of it, and beyond that didn't know what he could ask for.

So he'd simply have to show him, and while Orion might come to want his hands positioned in another way in the future, like this they were out of the way, unused, and left his frame open... the little hitch of his hips was just Megatron both offering and taunting by doing what he technically shouldn't - presume to give what wasn't his to give without being asked for it.

His optics might have been offline still, hiding the pleased, mischiveous glow to them, but the faint grin couldn't be hidden.