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]

::Perhaps.:: The agreement was bland, almost teasing. ::Being gentle does not preclude using more than your tongue, Orion.:: Usually it was mostly interesting, adding another angle, others did it because they were... possesive.

Smiling around the moan, Megatron certainly wouldn't mind taking advantage of that. Rubbing along the exposed joint and pressing down in the depressed middle of it, Megatron ran his finger down and inwards, along the angle of armour between thigh and pelvis, just avoiding any actual interface paneling.

::I think...:: it ended on a hiss fizzing with the static that was snapping gently between their tongues, and Megatron angled his helm more, though he didn't break the kiss. ::That you know what I'm talking about. Throat, Orion and you can be firmer than that though I'm not into supply play.:: He'd trailed his other hand down to Orion's aft as well by now, and brushed down the back of it to squeeze both bared joints.

This wasn't remotely what they'd talked about talking about when going back to Orion's, but Megatron certainly didn't mind - in fact, he was all to pleased at doing some heavy... exploration, as it were, and while he didn't think Orion would be the type to be interested in playing with cutting off energon supply to the processor, it was probably a good idea to lay it out there either way.

Because he would like Orion's mouth and hands both right where that finger had trailed, and Orion was one of the few one'd trusted him with that knowledge this soon.

[ichooseboth]

Orion's frame gave a shiver when Megatron took the opening, sensitive joint internals twitching at the contact. Jaw tensing reflexively for a moment, he released Megatron's lips to shift back into a kiss; several kisses, short and teasingly deep, as he slowly moved from lips to jaw to the beginnings of vulnerable neck wiring.

He paused for a moment, thumb still stroking cabling, to raise questioning optics from around Megatron's chin to meet his red gaze.

::Though I'm afraid I don't know what 'supply play' is?::

It sounded similar to some of the things he quickly learned to avoid on his holonet searches, so it was probably a relief that Megatron did not want to encourage it.

Question asked, he ducked back down before Megatron could answer, pressing a open kiss to the thickest cable in reach. He could feel the pulse of energon through his lips, and automatically licked.

[lordmegatron]

The moment Orion started going along his jaw, Megatron tilted his helm back and a little to the side, optics guttering a little dimmer in what might have been anticipation.

"Simple," Megatron nearly hummed the single word, bending his helm back a little further, stretching the cables a little more while he rubbed his thumbs over the upper part of the hip joints, fingers following the bottom curve to once again scrape inwards, pressing against the edges of the interface paneling.

"Cutting off the energon supply to the processor, for a limited amount of time. The lack of energon makes the processor strain to process any sensory input, which might sharpen the input that gets through while your awareness in general muddles. Some find it arousing."

[ichooseboth]

"Hnngh..."

Orion moaned against Megatron's neck, hips and spine rolling into the contact. He'd hoped they might get to enjoy themselves after the show, but he didn't quite expect it to get so intense so quickly.

Not that he was planning to object. Orion wanted this.

...But at Megatron's explaination, he still paused in his ministrations, frowning in thought. That would be impossible to do by simply biting on a single cable, even doing it as hard as one could. The others would simply compensate, though Orion knew that the shift could be pleasant, if done lightly. The only way you could do that all at once...

He made a face against Megatron's neck.

"That sounds...unpleasant. I have no intentions of choking anyone." He huffed, pointedly curling his hand at the back of Megatron's neck, harmless.

But he did not remove his mouth, pressing lips to cablemesh once more. He switched to comms, even as he let his purring engine rumble through throat and lips.

::But...given your earlier encouragement, I presume that you don't want me to avoid your fuel lines entirely?::

He opened his mouth, lightly scraping teeth long pulsing cable; he was not unfamiliar with the effects of biting fuel lines, but to be sure...

[lordmegatron]

It had turned rather heated quite fast, which was somewhat surprising... though they'd both been responsible for it getting here, and Orion didn't seem inclined to back off.

Laughing quietly at Orion's grimace, Megatron let one hand travel upwards from where it had been teasing joint and paneling, stroking along the angles and planes of Orion's back up to the wheel.

"Avoid them? No, certainly not..." a groan thrummed out of Megatron at the vibrations against the vulnerable metal, and the teeth scraping down somehow got his helm tilting back even further. "And you can be firmer Orion. Even if you use a hand. There's quite a step between, hnn, even rougher play and choking." As if in emphasis, he squeezed the wheel his hand had been edging around, firmly enough it should be felt even with the lack of direct sensory nodes in the material itself, and, briefly, lightly, darted out a finger to stroke over the closed interface panel, from covered valve to spike, and then back to rest on a hip joint, stopping there.

[ichooseboth]

Orion sighed in disappointment when Megatron pulled away from his interface paneling; fast or not, he was already anticipating much more, and he had to resist the urge to open himself up anyway. Not yet, though. H could resist, even if his tires were set to anxious twitching next to the gladiator's large hand.

::Oh? Well then...:: His grimace quickly turned into an eager grin, teeth closing around the fuel line his lips had been gently fondling. He scraped his way down the think line, hand at the back of Megatron's neck curling, fingers kneading at taunt tension cables and spine-plates.

[lordmegatron]

A twitching Megatron wouldn't mind to soothe out, his hand curling around the large wheel - and then tightened into a sudden squeeze, his whole frame thrumming when Orion scraped his teeth down the cable, optics flickering.

The hand at Orion's hip joint tightened and then let up, stroking - petting, almost - but not yanking Orion closer so that the slight squirm would force anything to scrape together. Not that that was a fully concious action, but it happened nonetheless.

"Yess..." As much a groan as a hum, Megatron somehow seemed to be tight with charge... and at the same time utterly relaxed, despite the grip on Orion's wheel.

[ichooseboth]

Orion couldn't help but purr at that wonderfully visceral reaction. It was so nice, he decided to do it again; licking the base of the cable before sliding back up, teeth gently clamped just enough.

All the while, his own tire mounts shook, no longer with anxiousness but with pleasure-tension under the tight grip. He wiggled against Megatron's larger frame, hips twitching to try and gain the contact that the gladiator's petting was not quite achieving.

[lordmegatron]

There was a nearly soundless chuckle, carried more by vibration than full articulation of noise when Orion wiggled and while he did want to cast a look at the mech, his optics flickered offline as he shivered at the sensation of teeth and tongue.

"Did you... hnn... want something, Orion?" Megatron murmured, squeezing the joint and wheel at the same time, then rubbing down on the joint, pressing it deeper into its housing and against its own workings.

The question wasn't just to be teasing, and he actively had to hold himself back from doing nothing more, but an honest question of what Orion might want. Later along, such questions wouldn't be needed, whether it was because they were used to cues and familiar with each other, or because of that Orion would be telling him what he wanted as part of a scene...

Right now, though, the question hovered between teasing as Megatron thrummed beneath Orion's mouth, and honest inquiry.

[ichooseboth]

::Maybe,:: Orion replied, all coy amusement and pleasure as he chuckled against Megatron's throat cabling. It seemed like once he got started there, nipping and suckling on vital cabling, he didn't want to let up for more than a moment.

::It's less a thing, and more of a who.::

He ground down, hips working; his joint shuddered under Megatron's powerful hold, increased charge making it fritz pleasantly, but Orion still managed to scrape hips to pelvis plating pointedly. He tightened his own grip on Megatron's frame, practically melting against him as his engine revved up into a proper roaring purr.

[lordmegatron]

Megatron would hardly protest that, idly stroking the hand on Orion's wheel out over it, and then along his arm and back while his hips twitched into Orion's, making the scrape into a mutual snap of friction and charge.

"I certainly wouldn't mind that, if you want," Megatron said, the grin that spread wide and sharply pleased and used the hand on Orion's aft to pull him closer to feel the rumbling purr from the smaller mech's engine.

There was a nearly soundless moan that espaced Megatron at Orion's continued attention to his throat, but even if his vocaliser was otherwise occupied, megatron did, of course, have other ways of expressing that he was more than all right with the implication - by giving a firm scrape of his middle finger from the bottom of the plate covering Orion's valve, up to the covered base of the spike.

[ichooseboth]

::I do want it,:: Orion finally declared; his charge was getting too demanding to play coy much longer. Almost involuntarily, his interface panel retracted under Megatron's touch, and he hissed quietly as his charged port was exposed to air.

He groaned against Megatron's throat cabling, before rallying himself and pressing eager kisses against thinner, more delicate lines.

::I hope you want it enough to more than just 'not mind' it, of course...::

He pressed down with his entire frame, meshing armor to armor as much as possible, coaxingly; his now-exposed interface pressed against Megatron's paneling.

[lordmegatron]

Chuckling, Megatron glanced sideways and down at Orion, optics dim with the little bursts of charge each time the smaller mech paid attention to his throat. He ran a finger around the bared valve, barely even touching the rim itself.

"Would you like to see how much more than just 'not mind it'?" He didn't wait for a reply however, rather let the panel slide aside as he spoke, and the spike extend with it - which of course meant it slid against Orion's bared interface as it did so.

[ichooseboth]

Orion hissed around the cables in his mouth, valve clenching uselessly around nothing.

Oh. That was...

The smaller mech's engine revved up with a roar.

::Yes. I. Would. Very much so,:: he growled out, even as he leaned into the contact, sliding bared valve up the side of Megatron's freed spike with a scrape of delicious friction. He hissed again, this time in pleasure, as the charge attempted to jump between the two improperly aligned interfaces.

[lordmegatron]

Megatron hummed as Orion chased up friction and surface charge both with the scrape of his valve along his spike and shifted his hips to give a short of half-thrust, half-rub against Orion's bared interface.

His engine running in a lower, thrumming counterpoint to the revving of Orion's, Megatron tilted his helm and still managing to keep his throat somewhat bared ran his tongue down the audial finial that was nearest to his face.

"Rather use your valve at the moment?" In emphasis to the murmured question - even if it seemed like a very obvious answer giving Orion's eager little grinding, he was still going to ask - Megatron stretched a finger in between Orion's legs again and traced around the rim of the valve.

[ichooseboth]

::Hmm yesss... For the moment.:: Orion purred against Megatron's neck. He arched into the touch, nipping down repeatedly on fuel lines as the teasing touch made his frame tingle.

The touch of tongue to his audial was just as arousing as the finger around his valve, and Orion shuddered, nearly going limp at the surge of charge it provoked. Regaining control over himself, Orion redoubled his efforts at Megatron's neck, dexterous archivist fingers sliding into armor gaps to tease at hidden circuity.

[lordmegatron]

Megatron's pleased grin as Orion suddenly went heavy against his frame melted out into a moan as the smaller mech gathered himself. Charge flickered from the overstimulated sensors around and in his neck and throat, flaring down and out.

"Perfect. I hope... nnh, you're ready, then." The 'threat' such as it was, as Megatron had half slumped back into his seat, engine revving and charge pooling along circuits to curl in the circuitry around spark chamber, interface and setting sensory nodes alight.

Then his grip on Orion's hips suddenly tightened, shifting a little to facilitate Megatron lifting Orion one-handed - not far, it was more of a bump-shift upwards-forwards, but it was still a definitive lift, however awkward - and then lowering him down, keeping still even as charge flared when his spike breeched the rim of Orion's valve.

[ichooseboth]

Being lifted, man-handled so easily, should not have been so arousing. Megatron's strength was always impressive, but being on the receiving end in such a pleasing fashion was more than impressive.

It was charging him up.

"Aaah," Orion gasped, arching at the sudden press of charge-laden spike against his valve rim. Size differences between them meant that some scale issues were to be expected, but the smaller mech groaned eagerly at the slight stretch of delicate mesh and silicon.

"Oh yesss..."

Moaning against Megatron's neck, Orion arched his hips into the motion, aiding the thick slide of Megatron's spike into his frame.

[lordmegatron]

"Like that, do you?" Megatron had leaned in again to be able to mutter the words as close against the audial as possible, smirk probably audible in his voice. Some did like that, and Orion definitely seeemed to be one of them, judging by the little spike in the charge teasing the tip of his spike, playing along the connectors.

He would also hope Orion would find it just as intriguing to realise all of that strength was literally at his disposal, but that... well, that could come later. They were busy right now.

Arch or not, Megatron made sure to seat Orion onto his spike slowly - not particularly because of the size difference, even as his engine thrummed and charge was squeezed up by every minute bit of his spike being enveloped, but rather because of the position.

Like they were, the connection would be particularly... immediate, as Orion's whole weight would be bearing down on it. Venting sharply, letting out a gust of hot, wasted air, Megatron let go of his tight grip when the circuit closed, charge snapping through fully.

"Whenever you're ready..." It was nearly hummed against Orion's audial, not quite a moan as Megatron ran his hand along the seams in Orion's back, quite shamelessly revelling in the feel of Orion's valve stretched around him, the spread filaments all the more delightful where they did interlock with the intricate patterns of his own spike.

This was one of his favourite postions to do it in, and not just because of the heavy weight of a whole frame pressing down, but because it was so easy to let your partner take control over when to move.

[ichooseboth]

"Hmhm, however did you g-guess?"

Orion laughed breathlessly against Megatron's neck, taking a moment to adjust and settle around the huge mech's spike. The charge was sharp and strong, and just Orion's own anticipation was making his own charge grow and feed it more in turn.

Venting a hot gust of air from his rapidly heating engine, Orion tensed and lifted with his thigh, rising up with palms braced against Megatron's chest.

He cried out wordlessly as he rose off of Megatron's spike, spread valve clenching against the invasion- and just as quickly, dropped down once more, causing charge to spark between them.

Biting down against Megatron's neck, Orion attempted to set a rhythm.

[lordmegatron]

Splaying one hand over Orion's back and the other settling on a hip, Megatron used the grip to steady more than direct or guide, enjoying the subtle feel of armour shifting underneath his hands as Orion started to move.

"Because you're noisy," Megatron's laughter weaved together with static fuzzing his voice when Orion suddnely dropped down again, the tingling lessening of charge suddenly brought back to full snap and he groaned - as much for that as the bite on his throat, which made his engine rev.

Every time Orion dropped down, Megatron subtly twitched his hips upwards, not enough to change the ryhthm, but rather grind their connection together, sparking a flare of heaver charge for a brief moment.

This was... almost what he needed. At any rate it was letting him get rid of charge in a very satisfying way and with someone he'd found he liked very much, and he kneaded the armour underneath his hands with a quiet, full-body hum.

[ichooseboth]

::Do you object to the sounds I make?::

Orion laughed over the commline, unable to speak out loud as his mouth was occupied with Megatron's throat - and his vocalizer was too busy making those exact sounds.

He couldn't help but groan and cry out with each downward stoke of his frame, the stretch and tug coupled with building charge making him writhe against the larger mech. His nips at Megatron's throat shifted between bites and ragged kisses, depending on what point in their movements they were in, and how mad the crackling charge was driving Orion.

[lordmegatron]

"Ahhh--- no." There was a sub-sonic noise that interrupted the intended word when Orion (probably accidentally) bit harder, but it caused Megatron to sort of twist underneath the smaller mech and his grip to tighten while his frame went nearly limp, the charge spiking up---

But not quite overload, and the sliding crackle of Orion's valve flexing around his spike actually distracted away from it.

"Not... mhn, at all." Optics flashing, Megatron ran his hand down Orion's back on another slide down, grasped his hips and squeezed them as Orion rose up again, and then on the next downwards drop, used his grip to rotate the mech's hips somewhat, in counterpoint to a twist of his own hips, then lightened his grip.

(He did have to ignore a slight twitch of "too bold", but this was just simple interface - only a few things would probably be "too bold" here.)

[ichooseboth]

::Good to k-know...::

Orion hummed a laugh deep in his throat, even as both comm line and vocalizer crackled with static.

::I think you'll be hearing a lot more of it.::

He certainly didn't seem to mind the 'too bold' actions on Megatron's part. He writhed in the larger mech's grip, willingly twisting hips and frame to join in on the change in position.

The next drop had him crying out his pleasure more loudly than before, and he eagerly devoted himself to repeating the motion, sinking down on Megatron's spike with a clenching valve. His optics flared as his systems teetered on the edge of overload.

[lordmegatron]

"Good." The laughter was fuzzed out on static and a quiet moan as Megatron's grip tightened slightly, thumbs stroking over the metal as he used the grip to subtly press Orion down a little longer each time the mech dropped down onto his spike, rubbing the connections against each other.

Noisy or not didn't matter to him, but there was a particular enjoyment in listening to those that were the type to voice their pleasure - and Orion had a nice voice, which dropped pleasantly in a similar but diametrically different way to when he got angry.

Angling his helm, Megatron mouthed over the base of an audial, then dragged his teeth along it. He wanted to see Orion overload.