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 I should." Megatron rumbled in threat, not at all minding the sudden jerk of the fingers, and he was even seriously considering it when Orion shifted. The sudden change in stimulation, the softer, pliant metal of Orion's tongue and lips against the valve and the moan that traveled right in and made all the little workings vibrate, brought out a honest, surprised moan.

The position wasn't the most dignifed, one leg up over Orion's shoulder, but Megatron found he couldn't care less about that as he gripped at the couch and dug the heel of the foot he had on the floor down.

"Perhaps... I should wait however, if what you want results in- hn - this."

[ichooseboth]

Orion chuckled, both against Megatron's valve and over the commline.

::Don't worry. I won't keep you waiting long...:: he promised with a purr, pressing his mouth flush up against his valve aperture to slide his tongue deep inside.

The surge of charge was sharp, and Orion knew he couldn't do it for long, but he was determined to get Megatron closer before taking him properly.

[lordmegatron]

It certainly ought to be sharp, because chuckling right against his valve, the vibrations spreading in a zippy undulation from the rim and along the caliphers and filaments, brushing the nodes, pushing against the base of the spike and hitting the connections in the back...

Well, he'd have had to be made of insensate metal not to react, especially when Orion's tongue followed, pushing against workings but not allowing a grip, merely an electrified slide.

Megatron slid down in his seat a little further, using the leg he had over Orion's shoulder and down his back to press him closer even as his hips tilted up. The need to flip their positions so he could push Orion down and ride him evaporated with Orion's lips and tongue against and in his valve. Helm falling back, his vents hissed from the sharply drawn-in out-of-cycle vent, optics flickering.

"Well, I can't say I mind, but depending on... what you're after... if you wait too long---" Megatron smiled sharply, the patterns on the metal in the ceiling indistinct as his optics kept unfocusing and charge twirled down his circuits and wiring with a sharp thrill.

[ichooseboth]

Orion continued thrusting his tongue in and out of Megatron's clenching valve for as long as he could - but eventually the building charge of the larger mech's building overload forced him to pull out. He lapped around the edges as he went, though, mouthing at the aperture rims and pressing a open-mouthed kiss at the space between valve and the base of his impressive spike.

Then he was sliding up Megatron's frame with a groan and a wanton smile, pressing down along him as his fully-extended spike rubbing against the well-charged opening. He grinned at the unfocused expression on Megatron's face, pressing another kiss to the gladiator's throat.

"I got what I was after," he grinned, licking lips that still tasted like valve-charge.

[lordmegatron]

He ended up pulling his arms backwards and gripping the armrest of the couch, twisting around that maddening tongue sliding in and out, and he wouldn't mind overloading like this, not at all---

But then Orion drew back, and the kiss at the base of his spike served to distract him away from the burning rise of charge. It flowed out, settling heatedly along his circuits, high, but not quite threatening overload yet. It was a delightful plateu Megatron knew well and he had to admit he was impressed Orion had managed to hit it on the first try. Optics resetting a few times, Megatron let go of the arm rest to settle one hand at Orion's hip, thumb stroking over the metal.

"Oh, and what might that be?" For the trembling glitching that had plagued his vocaliser just moments before, Megatron sounded impressively steady now, even as he shifted his hips against the spike pressing just outside his valve.

[ichooseboth]

"Feeling you, watching you like that... Oh yes."

Orion grinned eagerly, engine rumbling as he slid his hands up and down the sides of Megatron's frame, before gripping hips tight.

"Like I get to do now."

Tense with anticipation and want, Orion rocked his hips and slid his spike home. Charge crackled, and he groaned at the sudden, tight connection.

[lordmegatron]

The vent he cycled in just as Orion slid in hissed sharply in his vents, and Megatron's grip on Orion's hip tightened - not enough to damage, but noticeably as the charge skipped from the delicate workings along Orion's spike, to the caliphers and workings in his own valve and then, as Orion slid in fully, connected.

Too long since he'd done this. He enjoyed both... ahem, sides, and wouldn't want to permanently give up either, but with the shifting strech (not dramatically, given Orion was a fair bit shorter than he was, and wasn't disproprtionally... built) and the way the charge snapped around, well. He did prefer to be on this end a shade more.

"Mmhn. You look rather delightful right now as well. As you did before." Optics narrowed and their glow bright, Megatron tilted his helm in a little smirk even as he twisted his hips in a slow, leisurely roll as he reached out with his free hand and pulled Orion up a little and bent down at the same time, so he could kiss him.

[ichooseboth]

Orion groaned, rolling his hips in turn as he settled inside Megatron's frame, pressing against the flex of charge-laden calipers.

"Do I?" Orion asked, before leaning into the kiss with a welcoming purr. Their size difference made it a little difficult to keep kissing while rocking into the larger mech's frame, but Orion refused to let it stop him. Turning the deep, wanton kiss into taunting licks and bites that fell on each upward thrust, Orion was slowly able to set a rhythm, thrusting into tight heat and sent charge snapping between them.

[lordmegatron]

His valve adjusting to Orion's size within the first few thrusts, Megatron laughed quietly, the noise fuzzing with static each time Orion snapped back in again, pressing everything outwards.

"Of course. Contrary to... ah-- some people, I find this quite acceptable," Megatron smiled sharply and curled his hand around Orion's helm, covering a large part of it as he met each thrust with a little twist of his hips, and, intermittently, conciously tightening the flexing grip of his internal workings around Orion's spike. "More than so. And you're quite... a presence. Would you let that field loose again, Orion?"

Megatron wasn't sure when Orion had pulled it back in - probably sometime while Megatron had been spiking him and the heady rush of getting rid of the sharp charge and overload of expectation had shielded it from view.

[ichooseboth]

"Ah... Always good to hear," Orion laughed, thrusts between Megatron's thighs faultering briefly at the compliment. He shifted his kisses from Megatron's lips down to his chin and jawline, teasing at the start of the larger mech's throat cables.

"You. Flatter me so. But I'd argue your presence is greater than my own."

It was Megatron's size and obvious power that initially caught the librarian's attention, after all. But even so, Orion shuddered and let his control slip away.

His field fluttered before it flared out, heavy and powerful and heady with his own obvious want, enveloping them both.

[lordmegatron]

"I do know how to use my assets." Megatron's agreement was shameless and smirking and underlaid with faint static as Orion relaxed again and his optics flared.

"... it's not flattery though. Not... ah, when you feel like this, Megatron said with a grin and a rolling twist of his hips, field brushing right against Orion's but not pushing. Megatron knew he had charisma and that his frame and size allowed him to easily catch an audience's optics and audials - and had used those things to his advantage, but finding someone that matched that made charge curl hotly along his circuits, and Orion was no exception.

In fact, because the mech was smaller and slimmer than him, that merely heightened his interest.

"So I think you'll end up surprised at first..." he smirked, as if knowing something Orion didn't, and met Orion's next thrust halfway, helm falling back and baring his throat more sharply, "and I'll make sure you'll stop being surprised at it as soon as possible."

The idea of seeing Orion, self-assured of his own strength and presence, if just in private, pleased Megatron greatly.

[ichooseboth]

"Will you?" Orion grinned, immediately meeting that offered throat with the scrape of gentle teeth and tongue along the entire exposed length of cable. His freed field continued to flutter and expand around them, as though stretching itself after the long confinement.

::I look forward to your attempts.::

Orion purred, weight pressing down against Megatron's as he increased the pace of his thrusts. He groaned, charge shooting up his spine as he buried himself deep.

[lordmegatron]

"I'm not going to need to try, Orion. It's simply going to be an effect, no matter what else happens, of our relationship," Megatron said with a laughter that went down into a deep-pitched moan as the pace increased.

Shifting his leg around Orion's hip and the back of his thighs to give himself the leverage to not just be able to push Orion into him, but also to meet said thrusts, Megatron smirked at the thrill of charge collecting.

Soon.

But...

"Use what you have, Orion, or I'll flip us around and ride you." To emphasis the point, he pushed his field against Orion's and ground down on the next thrust in. This wouldn't pacify that other need that curled along the charge and arousal in his circuits, but it'd do.

It'd more than do, because Orion was extremely satisfying no matter which way they did things, apparently.

[ichooseboth]

Orion jerked at Megatron's words, blue optics flaring. His spike thrust deeply; his field pulsed with strength, wrapping around the larger mech's to suffuse it with his own arousal and want. He bit down harder than he meant to, licking the line in shaky apology before growling in Megatron's audial.

"...Ngnh. Next time."

It wasn't a objection in the slightest. But it was a command, whether he intended it to be or not.

Hands curling as far in to Megatron's armor gaps as he could, Orion pressed down against the gladiator, stance shifting that slightest bit, field hedging toward enveloping dominance without conscious thought.

Hips rocking, Orion dragged his spike against the upper walls of Megatron's valve, striking deep with each thrust.

[lordmegatron]

"Ah..." That had been surprising. The command, along with the suddenly not just expansive but heavy EM field, slammed right through Megatron somewhere between arousal and fulfilment, even if it was such a tiny thing.

If he hadn't known himself as he did, he'd probably have been shocked. Instead, Megatron's helm dropped back, throat bared even if Orion had already let go, and his chassis sort of... relaxed.

"Yes, Orion," Megatron said with a deeply seated purr, engine rumbling along with him.

He didn't become limp, or stop meeting those delightfully charged and deep thrusts that seemed to echo down into his protoform with Orion's slight change, but there was a shift, a sort of opening up, following along with Orion instead of pulling.

The charge that had gathered, both leftover from spiking Orion and the dancing sparks snapping inwards each time Orion finished a thrust and the connection closed, swelled and dipped over, washing through with a slightly different edge that had Megatron groaning as he gave a flickering twist of his valve's caliphers.

[ichooseboth]

Something in Megatron's relaxation pinged at the deeper parts of Orion's processor. He didn't know what it was, but it made heat rush through his circuits, suffusing his frame with a tingle of arousal so strong he nearly stumbled.

Instead, he clutched at the larger frame, wrapping wide lips around willingly barred throat cabling to mouth with eager abandon.

He wasn't expecting Megatron's overload and the twisting tightness of his well-fragged valve. Orion tipped over after him, a uncharacteristic roar echoing out against Megatron's throat as his electric charge spilled out into the other mech.

[lordmegatron]

He couldn't, of course, know or feel Orion's reaction directly, but the way the smaller mech was suddenly there, one step further than the weight from just a moment or so before, the way his lips closed around his throat...

Oh, he noticed, all right, and it triggered a sudden curl of spark energies, sending a second, different and much smaller overload through him while he rode Orion's charge as their mingled overload washed between them, slowly petering out as it suffused them both.

Chuckling, Megatron lazily stroked his hands over Orion's back, carried on the curious in-between of interface where the exertion meant lowered energy levels, but the charge the overload had unleashed was fizzling along wiring and buffing said depleted levels some, even if the fuel itself was gone.

He probably shouldn't feel smug that he had been right about Orion's nature, but he kept getting little hints, and they were so pleasing. That was for later though, because there was no way he wasn't going to enjoy this moment simply for what it was.

[ichooseboth]

Orion felt that second, surprise overload, and while it did not trigger another for him, it prolonged his first, leaving him shuddering against Megatron's frame as their shared charge passed between them.

Easing his desperately tight grip on the gladiator's armor, Orion stretched and rumbled a purr of satisfaction.

"Hmmhnnm."

He pressed up into the hands on his back, pressing a lazy kiss to the throat cables still temptingly close to his face.

[lordmegatron]

Tilting his helm back and baring his throat more to facilitate the slow scrape of lips over it, Megatron stared at the ceiling for another quiet klik. He didn't feel like moving, especially with the heavy warmth from Orion's frame on top of him, despite the fact that it forced his cooling to work slightly harder than otherwise.

It was also something he'd missed, and not often indulged in - he'd never let himself be trapped in such a way with Maul, as that was simply foolishness.

"Unless your berth is smaller than this couch, we should move." The lingering relaxation of having some small part of his submissive tendencies weren't enough to keep him from speaking up, nor not making it a question.

He didn't move at all however, even if that partly was because despite the cramped space, he was comfortable.

[ichooseboth]

Orion shifted with a sigh, grumbling in Megatron's audial.

"Mhm. Must we?"

He didn't want to move despite the awkward sizing of the couch. The post-overload warmth and snug comfort still around his spike made him lazy and replete.

[lordmegatron]

"No, we don't have to anything," Megatron said with a smirk under the nearly purring murmur of his voice, hands slowly stroking down heavily along Orion's back and stopping at his aft, both because it was a nice place to stop and because it put more weight on the spike still inside him. "But I think you will be more displeased in less than a joor when I need to move you and you're still in recharge."

Since recharge cycles usually lasted a joor, and if he was going to get back to the arena in time to get ready, he'd need to leave before a joor was up. Having more space, like a berth, should take care of that, even if moving, certainly, wasn't what he wanted to do.

[ichooseboth]

Orion sighed gustily, clearly put out but resigned.

"That is as good as saying 'we have to'," he grumbled, even as he began the slow disentangling process. Gently disengaging his spike from Megatron's valve with a grunt, Orion eased himself off and gestured back to the berthroom.

"It should actually fit us quite well, since you mention it."

He reached down, offering Megatron a hand.

[lordmegatron]

"You said it, not I." Megatron's smirk widened briefly and then softened into a soundless gasp as Orion slid out, panels shifting closed with a pleased grunt from Megatron himself.

"Good." Taking the offered hand, Megatron used it more as support than to haul himself up - if he tried that, Orion would just fall over, given the differences in height, weight and altmode. "And if you're feeling particularly exhausted from our playing..."

Trailing off with a chuckle, Megatron used their joined hands and a little twist to turn half around Orion to come next to him and slide an arm around him, using his grip to haul the smaller mech up in his arms.

"I suppose I could assist."

[ichooseboth]

Orion sputtered out a yelp as he was unexpectedly lifted up, automatically gripping onto armor to keep from falling as his gyros reacted poorly to the sudden change.

"-Megatron!"

He laughed, swatting at the gladiator's thick helm.

"Really? I'm hardly this tired!"

[lordmegatron]

"Oh? I suppose I misjudged." However, Megatron didn't let Orion down, or even dodged the swat, merely smirked as he crossed the room to the berthroom. He turned his helm as he walked and leaned as he could, enough to brush his lips over the base of one of Orion's audial finials, right before he put him down on the floor beside the berth.

"However, I'll let you get onto the berth yourself, since you are, indeed, not recharging or otherwise unconcious." There was lazy, slow amusement in Megatron's tone, his engine running in a low pitch and slow gear. He would never admit to it, but he was running on the edge of his online cycle, recharge routines attempting to initiate, his optics dimming.