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Everybody learns from *somebody*
Passing the doors into the library, Megatron was pleased he had gotten the schedule correct as he saw who was sitting at the desk. If it had been completely necessary due to his own schedule, he'd have come here when he could. But since he didn't have to...
Ignoring the faint itch interfacing hadn't properly gotten rid off, Megatron approached the librarian at a lazy, casual walk. It was a pity he hadn't seen any signs at all that the surprisingly fine-lined truck-alted mech had the inclination he was looking for. Things would have been a lot easier (and, really, pleasing) if he had.
As it was, since there was no one left in the current arena circuit that he trusted with what he had to hand over, perhaps he would have to avail himself of one of the clubs. It made an irritable twitch slither down the treads on his shoulders, the thought that he'd have to do that.
It was ages since he'd had to go to an open venue like that to simply get his needs properly taken care of.
And he really would have preferred the librarian. Orion Pax - it hadn't taken anything to find out the designation when to found the schedule - was witty, somehow diplomatically argumentative and didn't give in if he knew he was right or wanted to stand for his opinion, actually had some smarts to go with said use of words and Megatron wanted to know more.
More, and more personally (most of the earlier he'd simply learned over the few times he'd been in the library when the mech was, but hadn't actually approached him). So this time, he decided to actually use the librarian's assistance in what he was looking for... and perhaps get something more out of it.
"Excuse me?"
Ignoring the faint itch interfacing hadn't properly gotten rid off, Megatron approached the librarian at a lazy, casual walk. It was a pity he hadn't seen any signs at all that the surprisingly fine-lined truck-alted mech had the inclination he was looking for. Things would have been a lot easier (and, really, pleasing) if he had.
As it was, since there was no one left in the current arena circuit that he trusted with what he had to hand over, perhaps he would have to avail himself of one of the clubs. It made an irritable twitch slither down the treads on his shoulders, the thought that he'd have to do that.
It was ages since he'd had to go to an open venue like that to simply get his needs properly taken care of.
And he really would have preferred the librarian. Orion Pax - it hadn't taken anything to find out the designation when to found the schedule - was witty, somehow diplomatically argumentative and didn't give in if he knew he was right or wanted to stand for his opinion, actually had some smarts to go with said use of words and Megatron wanted to know more.
More, and more personally (most of the earlier he'd simply learned over the few times he'd been in the library when the mech was, but hadn't actually approached him). So this time, he decided to actually use the librarian's assistance in what he was looking for... and perhaps get something more out of it.
"Excuse me?"
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"Of course, there's the safeword for that. Ideally, though, it would be used not because the dominant isn't paying attention, but because the submissive has realised they can't quite take as much of what's being given out as they thought." Of course, at that point it was also the dominant's responsibility to pause and check in, but either way.
"But really. This went... far better than I'd have assumed it would have, Orion." He'd expected to have to stay far more alert and teaching than he had - obviously his failing, but it was his failing because Orion had taken to things so well.
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Grinning happily, Orion finished off his cube- though he was still listening carefully. Humming thoughtfully into the empty edge of his cube, he nodded slowly.
"It makes sense that the 'submissive' mech would need it more, really. But," he paused, somewhat awkwardly, clearly worried about the question being a bit too embarrassing.
"But the dom can get in over their head enough to use it at times, right?"
He assumed it was possible - but normal, however, was a different matter entirely. He wasn't certain it would never come up for him, if this lingering twitchiness was any indication.
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"Obviously. Trust me Orion, it probably happens more than you're thinking right now, especially with inexperienced dominants... or even experienced ones that are honest with themselves."
Smiling slightly, Megatron shook his helm and sat down, stretching out in the chair and over the floor. He still felt vaguely... bendy, not that that was the word he was looking for, but it was settling, and didn't feel bad.
"It can happen quite a lot in public play settings, like clubs, as some who want to try things out do it there and then realise they don't know what they're doing..." Trailing off, he gave Orion a thoughtful frown,"or they get overwhelmed by the situation and their own reactions to it, much like any submissive can be."
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He felt a little foolish for asking the question, awkwardly fidgeting with his cube before electing to sit himself down next to Megatron, close enough to for fields and metals to brush.
He wasn't quite done getting his fill of post-interfacing contact.
"That is something of a relief to hear," Orion admitted sheepishly. "Intellectually, I can easily imagine that 'it happens' readily enough. But it is still reassuring to hear from one with...'real world' experience."
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"Try not to worry about it, Orion," Megatron said with a chuckle and a slow shake off his helm, laying his arm along the back of the couch and brushing his fingers against the metal of Orion's shoulder.
"Everybody needs to learn, even if dime catch on easily."
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"I will give it an attempt. But no promises."
He grinned, field content and engines dropping down to a more relaxed purr. The contact was just what he needed.