"Oh, I'll show you a 'delight' alright," Orion chuckled, mouthing his way back down Megatron's throat. Tonguing a pulse-point where he could feel the larger mech's fuel thumping, Orion gazed up with want-darkened optics.

"Want you right here." He ground his knee between Megatron's thighs, encouraging him back, teasing out friction between already heated metal. Hands kneaded encouragingly at Megatron's hips, fingertips slipping down to the gaps between leg and thigh joint.

"Open for me."