Everybody learns from *somebody*

[lordmegatron]

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?"

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[lordmegatron]

Reluctantly, Megatron looked back at Orion and twitched his shoulders in a shrug. He didn't like admitting to failings, and he probably could slide around it, but that... wouldn't be a good start for anything.

"I'm not a teacher, Orion, especially not something like this, that requires information beyond correcting stance." He grinned, briefly. And really, he wasn't very good at teaching fighting either. He could, and he would teach Orion, but there were many who would be better suited to teach than him.

"I've never had to lead anyone through this after I was introduced to it, so I may... miss things." At the end he was frowning, crossed his arms over his chestplates and shrugged.

[ichooseboth]

Orion laughed gently. It was obvious that Megatron didn't want to admit such a 'failing', but he was both pleased and grateful that he had. He leaned across the couch, placing a hand on the gladiator's stubbornly crossed arms.

"Thank you for being honest with me, Megatron. Even if we stumble along the way, I'm sure we'll manage well enough."

He smiled, and feeling suddenly both reassured and bold, used his hold on those crossed arms as a brace to lever himself. Suddenly equal to Megatron's height, Orion leaned across the larger frame and pressed their lips together.

[lordmegatron]

Hopefully they would, not that Megatron had any belief that they wouldn't manage. He still grunted a bit at Orion's laughter, but his annoyance didn't stop a smile from forming when Orion leaned over.

Whatever else happened, it was certainly pleasant that Orion felt secure enough to initiate more than a handhold... or leading him by his arm, for that matter.

Megatron still wasn't sure what he thought about that, even if it had been simple enough, and most would probably have assumed he was the one leading Orion, simply by general prejudice of strength and height.

Which, honestly, was rather foolish.

Smile briefly deepening before Orion kissed him, Megatron angled his helm into it, the difference between their heights meaning a slight difference that made it easier to chase up friction.

Humming into the kiss, Megatron teased their tongues together, and was, perhaps, a shade too amused by the fact that the way Orion had braced himself meant he was basically pinning him down... a fact Megatron wasn't going to point out, because Orion's hands were warm against the metal of his arms, and his weight... and the curl of his field this close, made his circuits vibrate with a slow, warm pleasure.

[ichooseboth]

Orion hadn't yet noticed how his behavior might be interpreted. But then again, he never did. It was simply polite to offer a date your arm or other contact varied for scale. The fact that he enjoyed it as well was only a bonus.

The same way that feeling Megatron's bulk under his own weight was only the bonus of being high enough to kiss him.

Orion purred, helm tilting into the kiss, testing and exploring, getting acclimated to the feel of a new partner. His own attraction to the huge mech, carefully controlled and contained throughout their long months of acquaintance, was finally coming free. His field licked out gently, just as his tongue did, teasing out charge.

[lordmegatron]

Perhaps it was merely a difference in point of view and upbringing that made Megatron hesitant about the 'polite' gesture, but then again it might simply be because he was him.

He'd been somewhat thoughtful over how... ah, knowledgeable Orion was in general, so the response was more than welcome. Optics dimming, Megatron enjoyed the way the sounds felt against the thinner metal of his mouth, and while he pushed back against Orion's tongue, trapping friction and teasing up tingling static, his field, on the other hand, curled just beyond the reach of Orion's.

[ichooseboth]

The smaller mech shivered, engine revving as the charge and tactile scrape of smooth metal warmed his frame. He had no intentions of going too far or getting caught up, but he couldn't resist raising a hand up to cup Megatron's jaw, angling his helm to turn the kiss into something deep and sweeter.

Orion didn't really think about it; even as his kiss finally slackened off, unwilling to push too far too quickly, his field pushed out, gently seeking the other mech's.

[lordmegatron]

Too far and too fast was probably not a good idea right now, though Megatron felt a twitching burn somewhere of want and need to push for more, especially when Orion deepened the kiss and his engine revved right after Orion's.

The noise of his heavier engine threaded together with Orion's, and the vibrations almost reached his protoform, causing Megatron to shudder faintly as he tilted his helm into Orion's hand on his jaw. He didn't care how just---

No.

Not yet.

Too soon, no matter what. Megatron ruthlessly beat back his urge to flip them over and go all out to tease Orion into wanting further, and instead just dropped his engine into a thrum when Orion's field reached his brushing against it.

[ichooseboth]

Orion smiled with pleased triumph, hand lingering on Megatron's face as he disengaged with a final slide of tongue against lips. The feel of another's field felt so nice; too nice, for a mech gone long without frame-field contact. But he didn't begrudge himself the stolen touch, even if he slowly drew it back to his usual, restrained hold.

"Mhmm. I think I could get used to this." His smile turned fond, and he stroked fingers down the strong jawline before easing his hold on the mech, dropping down to his proper height.

...He ended up half in Megatron's lap, but given his laugh, he hardly seemed to mind.

[lordmegatron]

"You're not the only one," Megatron said with a quirk to his lips as he unfolded his arms and laid his hands around Orion's sides and back... Not quite low enough to grab any bit of aft plating, but his lower fingers were definitely resting on the edge.

Then he huffed as he noticed Orion attempting to tuck his field back in and shook his helm slowly.

"Orion, you're almost laying on top of me; there's no reason to try and pull your field back. I don't mind." For whatever measure and reason for the fact that he didn't mind, really.

Orion's field was nice, charged with more energy than one would think someone of his size could possess - not that Orion was tiny or anything, but it was something perhaps expected more of a mech in Megatron's size-class.

[ichooseboth]

Orion blinked. How easily he forgot that Megatron approved of his field. His laugh turned rueful, even as he slid a hand down Megatron's chest plates.

"I didn't want to push..." He objected tentatively, even as he eased up on his reflexive fieldhold. His field expanded out from his frame, smooth and heavy as it meshed against Megatron's own. Orion sighed at the contact, slumping a little in Megatron's lap; it wasn't often that he let himself go, and keeping his field reigned in was a constant strain. It was a weight off his shoulders, for a moment. It was nice.

As were the hands nearly on his aft. Grinning into Megatron's shoulder, he leaned into the contact with a pleased sound.

[lordmegatron]

Approved and enjoyed it, most assuredly, and considering he knew what holding that sort of control over your field did he might... maybe... also be a bit concerned. Huffing, Megatron shook his helm, perfectly ready to argue his point. But apparently he wouldn't have to, and his engine dropped into a pleased purr when Orion relaxed.

"Push? Hardly. This is normal field interaction, Orion. While yours is a bit more powerful than is usual, all that requires is some more awareness... not withdrawing it completely." Megatron tilted his helm back to rest it against the back of the couch, snorting.

Apparently no one had wanted to take the time it took to teach somebody with a stronger field polite and normal (healthy) field interaction, and instead just taken the "simplest" way of telling him to strain himself and keep it tight against his frame.

And it was nice, the way the edges of their fields tensed and meshed together, and Megatron let his grip on Orion's sides and back relax a little, spreading his hands out more than they'd been to rest some of his fingers on the upper curve of that aft - especially since Orion was leaning into the contact.

[ichooseboth]

Giving a slow, lazy wiggle of his spine to feel those hands right where he wanted them, Orion purred with the reassurance. His field 'purred' as well, in it's own way; settling in to it's more naturally expanded state with a rapid shiver, like ripples in a oil bath.

It was far more than he usually allowed himself to show, except in the middle of full interface session.

"Normal? How...nice." He smiled against thick armor, before shifting enough to press a kiss there as well.

"That is something I will have to get used to, I'm afraid.

[lordmegatron]

You don't have to tell him twice, Orion~ Megatron's mouth may have quirked into a grin briefly at the wriggle, and he let one hand drop down to fully splay over the curves and angles of Orion's aft.

As Orion's field expanded out, there was a corresponding little ripple through Megatron's field, which first slid backwards and then meshed back with Orion's again. Unnoticed, there was also a second corresponding twitch through Megatron's protoform at the interplay of their fields.

Such a delightful field, which, he knew, gave the mech quite an impressive presence when he let it, angry or not. But especially when his ire was raised.

"You'd say that," Megatron sneered, shaking his helm slightly, and then reigned in his grumbling annoyance. "I'll remind you enough you'll certainly not be able to forget it and not get used to it." Megatron's voice had softened out from its earlier brief sharpness, probably partly because of Orion's smile and the kiss, and partly because Orion was relaxing.

This was nice.

[ichooseboth]

Orion chuckled again at the sound of Megatron's growl, hands squeezing against armor reassuringly.

"I like that. I certainly can't promise I won't need reminding, after all."

The flicker of Megatron's field - which felt so close, but in reality was just within normal field-range - intrigued him. Even without the slight intimacy of the contact and his own ignorance when it came to 'normal' EM-meshing, it would have been shockingly nice, and 'leaned' in just a bit further, curious and buzzing with the odd relaxation.

The hands on his aft probably helped.

"And your reminders are...quite pleasant indeed."

[lordmegatron]

Megatron laughed, then, and gave the aft he had one hand on a squeeze, lazy and as-you-please, following the armour seams in Orion's back with a pressure that was more massaging than any true intent of trying to arouse the mech.

Just laying here, this close, and that potent field of Orion's right up against his own, pressing down simply because of the heavy charge, was doing wonders to temporarily placate his itch for an interface, however it turned out.

"I think I won't mind giving you reminders, then."