"Or you might find it... overdramatic and quite silly," Megatron said with a shake of his helm, sliding his hand down the same way it'd gone up while he twitched his hips up into the pressure, voice almost purring.

"Considering how it was used, it's about as subtle as a bad romance story," pausing, Megatron tilted his helm and shrugged, "though, admittedly, I usually tried to play it as subdued as possible while still being easy to pick up on, for variation." Since if everybody acted the same, it'd be quite boring.

You had to shake things up a little.

"Now, however..." grinning, Megatron leaned down over Orion, lips sliding along the blue metal of his helm towards an audial finial, "would you rather I flip this around and frag you against the wall... or the berth, if that's what you want, or do you wish to finish this as we're going?"

Thrusting up pointedly while he gave a nibble to the finial, Megatron grinned and settled both his hands on Orion's hips.