Imagination or not, Orion was doing his level best to explore and 'reclaim' every portion of Megatron's mouth. Tongue flicking, clearing away any foreign taste with his own.

"Mhm. Better."

Grinning into the kiss, Orion obliged Megatron by grinding his knee upward, pressing heat and friction into his panel. Pressing forward with his whole frame probably wasn't enough to technically pin Megatron if he didn't allow it - but he was, and simply pressing him back against the wall made his engine rattle with a burst of want.