He was surprised, he could admit that, and his optics brightened in reaction before they settled back at normal colour and he chuckled.
"Whatever you want, as you want it, Orion," Megatron murmured, optics dimming in pleasure as the motion the cloth was making along with the pressure Orion was using pressed the metal down into the sensors underneath. It pushed the sensors into a brief state of heightened input and then eased up, neutralising the input again - in essense, relaxing them.
Fingers twitching a little as Orion worked, Megatron thought using such a fine-weave cloth might have been a bit of a waste - it might end up ruined. Orion would, doubtlessly, not care about it though.
And here and now? Megatron didn't have too much thought to it either, since the important thing was that this was what Orion wanted to do and it was quite easy to simply sink into the sensation of both the polish being massaged into the metal and Orion himself.
Even as Megatron's optics dimmed to where they were nearly offline, he was very aware of Orion. How the mech was standing, where his hands were and, as Orion worked, where he'd be leaning or going next, his field attuned to the expansive weight of Orion's.
... He doubted be truly deserved what Orion was right now giving him, considering he'd been giving Orion such a hard time earlier pushing his authority... Not because he was uncomfortable or didn't like it, like Orion did, but because pushing a new dom what was he did until pushed back.
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Date: 2014-05-01 06:59 pm (UTC)"Whatever you want, as you want it, Orion," Megatron murmured, optics dimming in pleasure as the motion the cloth was making along with the pressure Orion was using pressed the metal down into the sensors underneath. It pushed the sensors into a brief state of heightened input and then eased up, neutralising the input again - in essense, relaxing them.
Fingers twitching a little as Orion worked, Megatron thought using such a fine-weave cloth might have been a bit of a waste - it might end up ruined. Orion would, doubtlessly, not care about it though.
And here and now? Megatron didn't have too much thought to it either, since the important thing was that this was what Orion wanted to do and it was quite easy to simply sink into the sensation of both the polish being massaged into the metal and Orion himself.
Even as Megatron's optics dimmed to where they were nearly offline, he was very aware of Orion. How the mech was standing, where his hands were and, as Orion worked, where he'd be leaning or going next, his field attuned to the expansive weight of Orion's.
... He doubted be truly deserved what Orion was right now giving him, considering he'd been giving Orion such a hard time earlier pushing his authority... Not because he was uncomfortable or didn't like it, like Orion did, but because pushing a new dom what was he did until pushed back.