Teasing and slow it may have been, but Megatron could honestly say he wouldn't have wanted it any other way - because this was the way Orion chose to do it, and here and now, like this, he had the patience for it.

That didn't meant the slide of the polishing cloth along his hip joints and up around his waist didn't build a tight, wound-up tension for that every slide would go elsehwere, because it most certainly did.

The effort of restraint, of keeping himself still under that firm-but-gentle hand was a delicious slow burn of tension that expended as much charge as it created. Soon his engine was rumbling loudly and his cooling fans hand, finally, turned on as well.

Self-control and the simple fact of that it wasn't his place to demand Orion to move faster, to move down, kept Megatron still where he half reclined on the floor - it was also what kept him still beyond a slight twitch of his legs, a minute flexing to push against the cloth and hand suddenly resting against his panel when Orion dropped down.

"Hn--- Yes. Orion." Field feeling like a live thing around him and against Orion's heavily spread one, Megatron narrowed his optics as he unlocked the panel and let it slide aside - the air on exposed valve and spike housing brought another faint, twitching shudder along his thighs.