"Good to hear," Orion purred, grinding up against the larger mech, carefully warring against Megatron's counter-push. Knee sliding higher, he pressed it more firmly up between Megatron's thighs. Fingers curling reflexively at his neck, Orion dropped a hand to a tempting hip, using the grip to press himself flush with a low clatter of metal; his knee slid back until his was his own thigh between Megatron's.

"I admit, I still find your suggestion for all that rather surprising. Even for such a good cause."

Orion shrugged, lips tilting in a teasing grin against Megatron's jaw.