The exasperated sigh that slid out was just as much a groan, and Megatron arched into the deliberately slow thrusts. Pushing back against the wall both to give him leverage and keep himself in place, Megatron finally peered down at Orion, one upper optic ridge cocked.

"I hope this won't become a regular feature." He huffed the words out on the next slide in and sparking connection, the charge thrumming through him as it arced slightly higher.

Not that it was bad, and he was enjoying it (but not quite in the state yet where he would simply ride along with it, dropped deep into the rhythm) but it wasn't his preferred way of doing things.