Sighing and allowing Megatron to lead him easily enough, Orion glanced around.
Most couples seemed 'normal' enough at first glance. Some were more subtle, given that they were on a dance floor; the mech following only moving when their partner directed, some with thin, delicate leads around necks, barely visible in the flashing lights. Possessive hands tight on hips or the curves or spines.
And some...
Thicker collars or hooks around throat cabling; with heavy, harshly tugging leashes made him look away, discomfited. A few had telltale signs of static jumping near interface panels between trembling, dancing thighs, and Orion huffed warmly when he realized the 'game' that was being played.
Beyond the dance floor- Orion stumbled, leaning over Megatron's shoulder. One table contained a mech forced to sit at his 'master's' feet, cleaning his pedes. Unpleasant. But another, just nearby- the expression on the kneeling mech's face was one of blissful contentment, cheek pressing against his dominants's palm as the larger mech fed him energon treats.
The second pair looked caring instead of lording or cruel, and Orion felt a strange longing bloom in his spark. He turned away, huffing a warm vent into Megatron's throat cabling.
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Date: 2014-09-04 07:06 am (UTC)around.
Most couples seemed 'normal' enough at first glance. Some were more subtle, given that they were on a dance floor; the mech following only moving when their partner directed, some with thin, delicate leads around necks, barely visible in the flashing lights. Possessive hands tight on hips or the curves or spines.
And some...
Thicker collars or hooks around throat cabling; with heavy, harshly tugging leashes made him look away, discomfited. A few had telltale signs of static jumping near interface panels between trembling, dancing thighs, and Orion huffed warmly when he realized the 'game' that was being played.
Beyond the dance floor- Orion stumbled, leaning over Megatron's shoulder. One table contained a mech forced to sit at his 'master's' feet, cleaning his pedes. Unpleasant. But another, just nearby- the expression on the
kneeling mech's face was one of blissful contentment, cheek pressing
against his dominants's palm as the larger mech fed him energon treats.
The second pair looked caring instead of lording or cruel, and Orion felt a strange longing bloom in his spark. He turned away, huffing a warm vent into Megatron's throat cabling.