He almost twitched to move before Orion was finished, but the finger in the air as well as remembering it sliding under his chin kept him still - plus the fact that, now that he'd noticed what he'd been doing, Megatron reminded himself he couldn't push Orion as he would someone else.
It wasn't fair, firstly, and secondly, beyond the fact that Orion had reprimanded him for it, Orion wasn't used to what they were doing... and a lack of punishments didn't mean he should milk it for all it was worth.
When Orion was finished, Megatron's smile briefly deepened into a grin and he dipped his helm in a nod and put the cubes on the table, still wondering what that was about.
"As you wish." He didn't turn around until after he'd clasped his hands behind his back, engine dropping down into a hum at the familiar position... And this time he crossed the room and into the hall in a much more contained fashion, allowing himself to actually pay attention again to the fact that Orion's words, his will, had him right there...
Optics dimming at the thought, Megatron knelt down after opening the door to the closet and didn't unclasp his hands until then - he wasn't sure at the angle, but if Orion would be able to see, he should be given the view of the gladiator squatting down with his hands still clasped behind his back, shouldn't he? - and easily found the box in question.
Running the fingers of a hand over the top, Megatron's processor flashed through several possibilities and he grinned again before schooling his expression and taking the box with him, returning to the same spot in front of Orion.
Yess, they are. c8
It wasn't fair, firstly, and secondly, beyond the fact that Orion had reprimanded him for it, Orion wasn't used to what they were doing... and a lack of punishments didn't mean he should milk it for all it was worth.
When Orion was finished, Megatron's smile briefly deepened into a grin and he dipped his helm in a nod and put the cubes on the table, still wondering what that was about.
"As you wish." He didn't turn around until after he'd clasped his hands behind his back, engine dropping down into a hum at the familiar position... And this time he crossed the room and into the hall in a much more contained fashion, allowing himself to actually pay attention again to the fact that Orion's words, his will, had him right there...
Optics dimming at the thought, Megatron knelt down after opening the door to the closet and didn't unclasp his hands until then - he wasn't sure at the angle, but if Orion would be able to see, he should be given the view of the gladiator squatting down with his hands still clasped behind his back, shouldn't he? - and easily found the box in question.
Running the fingers of a hand over the top, Megatron's processor flashed through several possibilities and he grinned again before schooling his expression and taking the box with him, returning to the same spot in front of Orion.