Not privy to Orion's little crisis of possessiveness, Megatron was more focused on the mech in front of him, and the one beyond that. Turmoil's stare was heavy and intent in a way that made him wish for the arena.
Either way, it was clear the submissive was thoroughly unwanting of what was going on, but wasn't about to use a safeword.
Of course, if Orion was correct, the sub wouldn't expect such a thing to be followed, or dare to utter it in public as well, well-trained to not force his dominant into polite observation of the rules.
If Orion was correct.
Was was obvious when he bent down at met hot - overheated, almost - slow lips with his own mouth, was that the mech was high. Despite the slowness of his response, his chassis seemed to vibrate underneath Megatron's hands and he was putting out excess heat as if he was burning energy in a race, not standing still.
It took nearly a klik before the mech seemed to pick up on the short, simple message transmitted through the careful slide of lips and tongue. He caught the mech's - Drift' hands twitching where they hung, trembling faintly, against his sides and it didn't took much to imagne what Drift had wanted to do.
But answering the question with his hands would've been revealing.
At least it seemed Turmoil wasn't inclined to put a stop to things, even when one klik crawled into another.
Nah, I think I can do a basic thing.
Either way, it was clear the submissive was thoroughly unwanting of what was going on, but wasn't about to use a safeword.
Of course, if Orion was correct, the sub wouldn't expect such a thing to be followed, or dare to utter it in public as well, well-trained to not force his dominant into polite observation of the rules.
If Orion was correct.
Was was obvious when he bent down at met hot - overheated, almost - slow lips with his own mouth, was that the mech was high. Despite the slowness of his response, his chassis seemed to vibrate underneath Megatron's hands and he was putting out excess heat as if he was burning energy in a race, not standing still.
It took nearly a klik before the mech seemed to pick up on the short, simple message transmitted through the careful slide of lips and tongue. He caught the mech's - Drift' hands twitching where they hung, trembling faintly, against his sides and it didn't took much to imagne what Drift had wanted to do.
But answering the question with his hands would've been revealing.
At least it seemed Turmoil wasn't inclined to put a stop to things, even when one klik crawled into another.
Hopefully Orion wouldn't explode in the meantime.