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]

"Didn't think so." And really, whatever else Orion might enjoy, pain hadn't ever seemed like one of the possible ones, even more so as he got to know the mech. The rest of it was interesting, however.

His amusement probably leaked through in his expression and warmly pulsing field, but he made sure he kept his voice as neutral as possible.

"Mm-hm. We could either find something more to watch to see if that'll help you decide, or we could explore that in real time, so to speak." And while physical restraints still wasn't, and probably would never be, his favourite thing, helping Orion find what he might like was an... attractive and even arousing idea... and he might not mind if Orion's potential bore out to be true.

"As for the others two things, it doesn't matter to me, so if you don't want to use that, all the better." He wouldn't admit that he found nothing exciting in being humiliated either, though a punishment or two he'd had to endure had had that effect unintentionally.

"Orion... remember that this helps me relax. Being able to let go, even during very precise orders and commands, because I trust the mech giving them lets off some tension. And, beside that..." trailing off, Megatron shifted forward, leaning over the distance separating them until his lips almost brushed against Orion's audial. "Having my self-control pushed until I can... almost... not take it, gets my engine going like nothing else. I trust you not to break it, Orion," Megatron murmured into the audial, lips pulling up into a grin as he spoke, the hand he'd had on the back of the couch having slip forward and just barely brushing the metal of Orion's back.

[ichooseboth]

"...ah. Well then. Good to know. Either is an option, I suppose."

Orion tensed at Megatron's words, ventilations hitching. There was some embarrassment, oh yes; but Megatron's description of what he enjoyed - and imagining himself as the cause of it - was leading to some very interesting reactions from his engine.

"I am certainly not...opposed to experimenting right at the moment."

He smirked faintly, turning into the contact, trading audial for barely-brushing lips against Megatron's own. He reached up, catching the larger mech's chin and jaw with his fingertips.

[lordmegatron]

"Hm, no?" His grin widened when Orion turned to face him, just the barest of friction caught between them with the suggestion of their lips brushing together. He didn't bother to hide the faintly smug tone - not for Orion saying what he'd hoped he would, but rather for what he was hearing from Orion's engine.

Because who wouldn't be pleased they could get their lover react like that with a few words and the intent behind them?

"Feeling up to trying it now, then..?" Having stilled when Orion caught his jaw, Megatron raised an upper optic ridge in question, neither moving away nor leaning into the touch, hovering partly above Orion... And with far less overbearing presence than one might think a mech of Megatron's size and personality would.

[ichooseboth]

He enjoyed the teasing distance; the almost touching, and decided to keep it that way; using his gentle grasp at Megatron's chin to keep his own helm just far enough away.

"I think so, yes. I would like to give it a try."

Orion's optics flickered up and down Megatron's frame, despite the close proximity, noses brushing. Then he laughed to himself, wry.

"Though I admit, I'm still not sure how I might start. Perhaps..."

Thinking hard, he finally pulled back with a parting brush of lips, before reaching around himself to gently remove Megatron's hand from his back.

"Up off the couch, if you would."

[lordmegatron]

Orion was a tease.

To himself as well as Megatron, it appeared, which was rather amusing, but in the end led to the same result... and Megatron found he didn't mind, simply because Orion didn't do it just to tease, but because he enjoyed the result of that... almost touching.

That didn't mean he didn't want to push close, make the touch substantial, but he'd never had much patience for teasing, for half-measures. He could go slow and calculated, but that was different.

But he stayed there, with the slight prickling feeling of faintly charged metal not quite touching zinging over his faceplate.

He arched an upper optic ridge at when Orion trailed off, and if Orion needed the help, he'd give him a push... but he would wait for---

Ah, there they went.

Something, at least.

Lips quirking up into a grin at the parting brush, barely static as it was, Megatron tilted his helm in acknowledgement and slid, slowly and with careful arching, off the couch to stand, feet apart, one hand on his hip, helm cocked and with a rather arch expression.

This was actually going to make it easier to probably help instruct Orion in what he needed to know.

"Helpful hint why those 'obnoxious' details are important, Orion," Megatron said, a chuckle in his voice and his optics dimming slightly, "they don't just help set boundaries and impose your will, they also help create the mood you want... There are many ways to stand, do ask asked, kiss... for example. If you want a particular result, you need to be precise." Another quirk of his upper optic ridge, and normally, talking out of turn would be breaking rules... but they hadn't exactly specified rules beyond safe words yet - or rather, Orion hadn't for this little attempt - and to start with it would probably be necessary.

But Orion would be perfectly welcome to point out he shouldn't give 'advice' without being asked for it. Or told to give it. So he was playing up the impertinence of his stance, since even if it might be something seen sometimes, it should be clear enough for this situation what he was (deliberately doing).

[ichooseboth]

Oh.

That...

That was a definite thrill creeping up Orion's spinal struts. Even with the oh so very simple 'command'. This was already many times better than their previous experiment, and his remaining nervous tension was leaving him with a remarkable swiftness.

But after hearing Megatron's words, Orion was able to give further thought to his behavior; and glancing up and down Megatron's frame, he thought he could see why this might come off as a bit...sassy.

Of course, at this point, he rather enjoyed it. And the fact was, it would be terribly jarring for Megatron to suddenly go from the towering gladiator he knew well, to...completely compliant and submissive.

No matter how enjoyable the thought was.

"I think we might be able to survive without too many details, at least for now." Orion laughed. Slowly, he too got up off the couch, optics not leaving Megatron's frame...even if he had to stare up to let his gaze rake over him. He laughed.

"I somehow always forget how damned tall you are."

He briefly contemplated standing up on the couch, but dismissed it as too undignified and unstable. Orion grinned up at Megatron, field giving a flutter of anticipation as it began to expand outwards strongly. He couldn't even be bothered to feel the embarrassment tingling at the edge of his thoughts.

"Well. I could always ask you to find me a box to stand on, but I think for now I'll settle for doing as you did. I'd like you on your knees, Megatron."

[lordmegatron]

"If you say so," he said with a snort and a slow shake of his helm, a faint grin on his lips as he cocked his hips - it was hard to miss Orion looking after all.

The growing pulse of Orion's field skittered against his own field with pleasing force, and Megatron pulled his field back, letting it come to rest a fraction away from his frame than usual, and how familiar wasn't that?

Technically he should make Orion tell him to withdraw it, since he hadn't demanded it, but it was done so automatically and Megatron didn't bother push it outwards again.

Instead, at Orion's words his optics flared and then dimmed and he took a moment to stretch, giving the shorter mech a shameless smirk as he stretched the cables in his limbs.

"As you wish." He tilted his helm, which was followed by his knees tucking in, bending down in a move that had been practiced enough it came with liquid ease, partly due to his combat training as a gladiator, and partly due to having knelt in a situation like this many, many times before.

Megatron went down with the ease of familiarity and want both, tension sliding out of his shoulders and this may not yet be precisely what he wanted, needed, but that they were even nearing it... Well, that was enough for most earlier tension, annoyance and restlessness to bleed away, leaving the huge gladiator surprisingly still and relaxed at Orion's feet.

[ichooseboth]

"It's true." Orion chuckled.

"I get so comfortable with you at times that it takes you getting back up to remind be you stand head and shoulders above me..." he started, trailing off as Megatron actually did as ordered.

He could not have expected the grace in which the huge frame lowered itself down, but Orion could certainly appreciate it. Indeed, he was hard pressed to keep his jaw from hanging for less than a moment, snapping the offending part back up with a click as his engine revved up in utter appreciation.

That. Was probably one of the more arousing things he had ever seen in person.

Field swelling outward, Orion stepped forward, approaching Megatron's kneeling frame with awe and a growing amount of satisfaction.

"Just to clarify. Are we...going to establish a time limit for this?" He managed haltingly, trying to clear up any final rules for their 'game' before he lost his head completely. Carefully, as though movement might break the sudden fantasy in front of him, Orion reached out to lay a hand on the side of Megatron's helm, cupping warm metal in his palm.

[lordmegatron]

He should probably not feel as smug as he did as that engine rev drifted through the room. That was all the reaction he'd need to know that he was certainly being... appreciated.

The widening bloom of Orion's field in addition to that wasn't just appreciation, but part of what he'd been after. And then his field briefly fluttered at the charged slide when it passed over and beyond him, both because Orion was stepping close, and because it was just that expansive when he let it out.

"I suppose that's a compliment, that you don't feel intimidated or notice my height all the time..." trailing off with a chuckle, Megatron tilted his helm up to grin shamelessly at Orion, meeting his optics far too boldly for the situation, "and as for a time limit? Yes, we are. That's another thing to keep in mind - always establish a time limit for scenes. It helps both of us. A cycle, since I'm used to this, but you are free to end it early."

It didn't, exactly, feel right to set at least part of the rules so freely, as it should, technically, come from Orion - but that could come later. So instead he leaned faintly into the touch.

[ichooseboth]

"Sounds fine." Orion agreed. It was only fair, after all.

Optics dimming in pleasure as he felt Megatron's field flutter, his own field pulsed down and out, to it's maximum expanse. Not pressing or harsh, but there; out in all it's heavy, natural glory.

"It should be. I'm not intimidated by it. Though I certainly enjoy it."

He grinned right back down at Megatron, apparently not objecting to the open, shameless staring - he was too busy purring in appreciation of the rare chance to look down at his gladiator.

"Even like this, when you have to look up a me for once." He chuckled, patting his hand back over the thick, protective helm armor, thumb ghosting over the edge where armor met thinner, sensitive face plates.

[lordmegatron]

A cycle would probably be more than what would be necessary for a first attempt, but he was, as he'd said, used to it. And if it went well Orion would get a better feel for it than by it lasting only one or two breems... and it could, after all, be disrupted.

"I might have to work harder then." Not that he actually wanted Orion intimidated by him. That would quite defeat the purpose of both their regular relationship and this possible angle of it.

Optics dimming, Megatron hummed, the smirk still hovering about his lips.

"And it can happen far more often if you like this and it works out," Megatron said with a tilt of his helm and a quirk to the upper ridge of an optic. His engine revved at the end, unable to hide the rising anticipation and arousal at the thought... and what was already going on, as tame as it was.

Orion's hand on his faceplate was, however, such a typically Orion thing to do, that it was both charming and causing a faint flicker of charge along circuits.

[ichooseboth]

"You can try, but you would have to change a great deal to intimidate me. Unless you planned on tossing me into the ring with you. That should work," he joked, optics bright.

Reaching down, he cupped Megatron's helm with his free hand as well, briefly holding his head between both hands. Though gentle, his engine purring only deepened with the exploration, petting armor, cheek and jaw line; fingers passed over protected fuel lines in the neck, the heavy shoulder guards, and down Megatron's left arm until he 'captured' a wrist, pulling a thick, scared hand up near his face.

"I...might just think I'm enjoying this enough to try again in the future."

Orion grinned, his eager engine revving pointedly obvious as he spoke, nuzzling battered knuckles before placing a kiss to the palm of Megatron's captured hand.

"But we'll have to see the end to know for sure, hmm? Now, optics off."

[lordmegatron]

"It's in the plans for your training," Megatron murmured as Orion explored his faceplate and down along his throat, a sliding caress that, normally, might annoy him a little in its propreitary feel. Right now, though it fit, right in along with that powerful field humming around him, a testament to Orion's full potential if nothing else.

And perhaps he should've expected the order about turning off his optics, since he'd done it to Orion - though despite his comment about it earlier, Orion probably didn't completely understand his aversion towards it.

But even so, with a faint twitch to his shoulders and an arch look up at Orion that deliberatedly delayed a few seconds, he did turn his optics off. Even if it brought back some tension and slightly huffy thought that if Orion wanted to punish him for something, he should have been a bit more specific... though most probably Orion was just going with what he wanted.

"Are you doing what I did, Orion..?" There was amusement in his question, even with the faint tension in his shoulders.

[ichooseboth]

Orion laughed out loud at Megatron's 'agreement', giving his hand a fond squeeze.

"I'll have to keep my schedule open for that match, then."

He did not seem to mind the delay, but he was starting to take increased note of the little 'disobediences' Megatron was pointedly displaying. He was catching on, and he could see how they might well become too obnoxious to tolerate in the future.

For now, however, he could only note them with amusement.

"Mhmmhm," Orion hummed his agreement, only belatedly noting the larger mech's tension after a several seconds of pleased basking had ticked past.

Hadn't Megatron mentioned something about disliking sensory deprivation at some point?

...Whoops. Well, scrap.

"...It's not a punishment. Simply fair-play and my own lack of more 'creative' ideas at the moment," he amended, curling Megatron's captured knuckles to press another kiss to his hand.

He considered rescinding the order, but it felt oddly 'weak' to do so, so quickly - and Megatron was free to use his safe word. He would be sure re-allow it soon enough.

[lordmegatron]

"It'll be a while yet before you're ready for something like that." Then he snorted, shaking his helm slowly, lips quirking into a faint smile at the brush of Orion's lips against his hand.

"I thought that might be it. Just try to remember for the next time, hmm." Cocking his helm, Megatron curled his free hand on his lap, spread his knees a little - not far enough to impede him and despite the lack of sight there was a faint thrill that flittered along his circuits at the thought of Orion getting to learn the finer points of positioning.

He resisted the urge to push his field out, though he let it briefly flex before it settled back at 'proper' distance and focused on Orion's grip on his hand instead, where his knees and stabilisers were touching the floor, and the faint flux of the airflow through the apartment.

A tiny bit of sensory deprivation wouldn't ever - not nowadays - be enough to make him use his safe word, especially since Orion was learning and this was, really, a harmless mistake. He could deal with this.

[ichooseboth]

"That I can do," Orion agreed, faintly irritated with his own mistake. But it turned out alright, so.

Gaze dropping, Orion grinned when Megatron spread his thighs. Releasing the large hand with a final nuzzle, Orion placed his own palm on the gladiator's chest, fingers sliding down to linger on a hip.

"Was that an invitation?" He teased, too used to their usual banter to phrase it as a sort of direct order - but his field did push noticeably back at Megatron's little testing flex.

Now that it was out and fully expanded, it was more quick to push back against the little 'disobediences' than Orion consciously would.

[lordmegatron]

Stretching up into the touch on his chest with a little arch since he hadn't been given any order to remain still, no matter what - which could be a fun game to play - Megatron hummed, vocally and engine-wise both.

"If it pleases you to be so, it certainly could be." He didn't spread his thighs further, but since Orion had dropped his hand, he shifted both his arms to behind his back, grasping each wrist with the opposite hand and twitched his hips up slightly.

Orion hadn't asked for it, of course, but Orion, even if he'd seen some things in his research, probably didn't remember half of it, and beyond that didn't know what he could ask for.

So he'd simply have to show him, and while Orion might come to want his hands positioned in another way in the future, like this they were out of the way, unused, and left his frame open... the little hitch of his hips was just Megatron both offering and taunting by doing what he technically shouldn't - presume to give what wasn't his to give without being asked for it.

His optics might have been offline still, hiding the pleased, mischiveous glow to them, but the faint grin couldn't be hidden.

[ichooseboth]

"Maybe. Soon, but not just yet."

Oh, he intended to end this session in such a way, if he had the time left. But he was finally starting to get some ideas - and those could not be done if Megatron was on his knees the entire time.

Giving that tauntingly canted hip a lingering squeeze, Orion stepped back.

"First, I want you to stand up again. Then, you can turn your optics back on."

He spark gave an eager little flutter, field pulsing in anticipation.

"And finally, I want you to fetch us each a cube from the dispenser."

[lordmegatron]

And what was Orion planning now, hm? Megatron quirked an upper optic ridge at the first order, but stood up before Orion had finished speaking. Optics onlining in a little burst, they brightened and then dimmed at the pulse in Orion's field.

It was impossible not to pick up on it, and the possibilities that might herald tingled along his circuits in both curiosity and the same sort of anticipation the field's pulse probably was cause by, even if Megatron had no idea what Orion might be thinking on.

Cocking his helm, since it was a curious request as they'd refuelled recently, Megatron dipped it into a slight nod.

"As you wish." Despite that - and well, the questioning little pause right before that too (Orion was allowing him too much freedom with no threatening reprimands, but as long as he didn't let it become a bad habit...) - he didn't properly walk across the room, rather stalked.

It allowed him sinuous grace without moving like his profession was fighting in the berth instead of in an arena, and he picked up two cubes and filled them with easy familiarity. He hesitated at the dispenser then, momentarily caught on the fact that Orion had said nothing after that, but snorted sub-sonically at himself and crossed the room again to stand before Orion, holding the cubes, one in each hand, not offering them.

Orion had only told him to go get them, so it wasn't for him to offer one, just wait, field twisting in lazily looping anticipation around him, what he might want next.

[ichooseboth]

Oh.

Oh. Now he was getting it.

The little half-formed fantasy involving the cubes vanished as the challenge of Megatron's tiny insults made his engine rumble. As nice as it was to watch Megatron's aft sway like that, Orion could now see the merit in being annoyingly meticulous in this: Megatron's sassiness was driving him to distraction.

Leaving Megatron standing, holding the unoffered cubes, Orion reached up, delicately sliding a single finger under Megatron's chin.

"I think I see what you meant, now. Next time, don't start until I'm done speaking."

[lordmegatron]

He caught the rumble of Orion's engine, of course, but it could've been any number of things, and so he didn't take any deeper note of it. At least not beyond a brief appreciation for the implied strength of that engine.

Well, at least until he had a finger underneath his chin, and almost automatically his stance tightened up slightly. Orion's words caused a slight twitch through his armour, and in a quick review he realised he had been (partly accidentally, partly very intentionally) laying it on a bit thick, hadn't he?

The smaller mech's tone however had his engine rumbling quietly, and Megatron didn't even nod to indicate he'd understood - not just because of the physical presence of the finger, but also the less physical implications of the very same digit. He also let his optics settle to the side and on Orion's elbow, instead of straight ahead or down on the floor, since the latter would mean he'd need to tilt his helm.

And once again, finger.

"Understood." There might have been a shadow of a smile even as he voiced his compliance, though. Orion was learning... and beyond that surprisingly quickly taking acting with what he knew and was picking up.

I assumed they are in Orion's apartment in this; hope that works!

[ichooseboth]

Almost immediately after Megatron agreed, Orion dropped the finger with a cheerful grin, palm landing on the mech's broad chest instead.

"Good to hear."

He didn't really want the cubes, per say; mostly, he just wanted to see Megatron fetch them. A minor fantasy, to be sure, but one that was apparently easily satisfied.

And they could probably use them, later.

Now what else could he... ah ha! His grin widened, and he took a step back, eyeing Megatron up and down before speaking.

"Now, I'd like you to place them on the table for now, before going to my closet in the hall - with your hands clasped behind your back."

He'd liked what he'd seen earlier, when Megatron had been kneeling. He raised a finger, signaling that he was still speaking.

"Then, bring me the crate of cleaning supplies from the second shelf from the bottom. With your hands, obviously," he added belatedly, with a chuckle. His engine gave a rumble of anticipation. That box had wax and polishing cloths in it, and he intended to make full use of the contents.

Yess, they are. c8

[lordmegatron]

He almost twitched to move before Orion was finished, but the finger in the air as well as remembering it sliding under his chin kept him still - plus the fact that, now that he'd noticed what he'd been doing, Megatron reminded himself he couldn't push Orion as he would someone else.

It wasn't fair, firstly, and secondly, beyond the fact that Orion had reprimanded him for it, Orion wasn't used to what they were doing... and a lack of punishments didn't mean he should milk it for all it was worth.

When Orion was finished, Megatron's smile briefly deepened into a grin and he dipped his helm in a nod and put the cubes on the table, still wondering what that was about.

"As you wish." He didn't turn around until after he'd clasped his hands behind his back, engine dropping down into a hum at the familiar position... And this time he crossed the room and into the hall in a much more contained fashion, allowing himself to actually pay attention again to the fact that Orion's words, his will, had him right there...

Optics dimming at the thought, Megatron knelt down after opening the door to the closet and didn't unclasp his hands until then - he wasn't sure at the angle, but if Orion would be able to see, he should be given the view of the gladiator squatting down with his hands still clasped behind his back, shouldn't he? - and easily found the box in question.

Running the fingers of a hand over the top, Megatron's processor flashed through several possibilities and he grinned again before schooling his expression and taking the box with him, returning to the same spot in front of Orion.

Yay!

[ichooseboth]

Orion watched avidly, barely resisting the urge to lean over to get a better view of his aft as Megatron's knelt down. But the thrill of seeing Megatron fulfilling the letter of his commands - his commands - was giving him enough of a thrill all on it's own.

His engine was purring, warm and revving openly.

Oh, but if he had known... The feeling was heady, fogging his processor for a moment, and he allowed himself a brief shake of the helm to clear it.

"Mhmm. Very good."

Orion grinned, pleasure and praise obvious, as he reached out for the box, palm up.

"Kneel for me again. And then give me the box."

[lordmegatron]

Even without Orion's grin it'd have been obvious he was enjoying what was going on, which, on its own, was enough of a reward - it was both a pleasure and a boost to his ego that he'd gotten Orion here and got to see him start to enjoy it.

Flashing a grin as he knelt, not exactly directly at Orion, but easily seen, and his engine revving softly, Megatron knelt again and handed the box over, and now there was no thought of the possibilities of what Orion might want with it, or what might come next.

There were still urges to push, but having reminded himself that Orion needed some time, it'd been easy to settle into the proper frame of mind. He only needed to do.

Easy.

Comfortable, even with Orion's little miss earlier.