Red Diode District

The change in contact made Orion huff, frame jerking, but he controlled himself with a shudder.

"...No, I rather think you're trying too hard, my dear Megatron."

The tone was teasing, but the hand that slid free from Megatron's valve, trailing static charge, to grasp his wrist instead was definitely not.

"I think perhaps you would do better to keep your hands to yourself, if you're so frustrated."

Still gripping said wrist, he moved to tug Megatron's large fingers away from his own straining spike, directing it toward the grey mech's own.

"Literally."