No 'probably' about it, unless Drift had happened to drink or eat something prior to the kiss that was different from what Megatron had had, but he'd hardly say no to kissing.

He still smirked as he slowly retreated backwards, and they hit the wall next to the tiny washracks right when Orion pushed a knee between his thighs.

How fitting.

Setting his hands on Orion's hips and thumbs stroking along the gap between pelvic and waist armour, Megatron gave a low, rumbling hum into the kiss. He also slightly shifted his weight downwards, because the pressure of Orion's knee against his panel was nice. Very nice.