"...Better." Orion had to pause yet again, his own systems redlining briefly at the surge of satisfaction and arousal that coursed through him.

Right. Yes. Very good. He purred, loud and openly.

Orion reached down, touching each wrist and the fingers curled around them, in a moment of smug awe, and as a reminder to them both.

"Keep those there until I tell you to move them."

His armor creaked briefly as he peered around Megatron's side, confirming that his optics were offline. Satisfied by the lack of red glow, he folded the cloth over to a less-frayed side, and resumed his path down Megatron's back with a fresh dollop of wax.

He only had a limited amount of time, after all.

"So. Was that some sort of test?" He questioned after a few moments of deep polishing, tone much less severe than before.