He felt that grin, and while he did huff, it was with exasperated fondness. That was quite often Orion's preferred method, it seemed. Any reply Megatron had intended to make, however, got lost in a half-strangled grunt when Orion suddenly picked up the pace.

Not that he minded.

No, it was the opposite of minding.

"Yes." The agreement was as much a groan as a properly enunciated word while Megatron gripped around the base of a wheel, arching into the thrusts and clenching momentarily each time Orion's spike slid in and completed the connection.

This was what he wanted. Here and now, anyway. They could do it Orion's way at some later point.