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]

Shifting his hips into the touch that skated along his interface, Megatron's engine dropped down into a deeper pitch at the feel of fingers on hot, sensitive metal.

"Hmm. Not going to let it go to waste, are you?" Megatron said with a chuckle, optics flickering as he let one hand rest at a hip, rubbing his fingers along the gap between hip and pelvic armour like Orion had done before.

The other he brushed upwards, following seams in the armour, lingering at the chestplating for a brief moment until he cradled the side of Orion's helm in his hand, rubbing his thumb over the rounded base of the audio receptors and the finials.

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[ichooseboth]

"Of course not."

Fingers twitching, Orion brushed along the length of Megatron's interface, exploring port and recessed spike with a lingering crackle. At the same time, he allowed his own panel to part only achingly slowly, the forcible restraint helping to hold his own desire in check.

"I would be quite a shame to waste such a thing." A quirk of his middle digit delved in shallowly, testing the resistance that met his efforts.

Venting noisily, Orion grudgingly allowed the contact at his audios to return. He refused to allow himself to become distracted by the intense pleasure higher touches would provoke- Orion wanted to retain control for as long as possible.

[lordmegatron]

No resistance, rather a slight ripple against the tip of that finger that bit against the metal with a tugging twitch, despite Megatron remaining still otherwise.

"It would, wouldn't it?" grinning and his optics flaring brighter, Megatron' noticed the way Orion allowed the touch and chuckled, letting his hand wander no further up. Instead he simply rubbed his thumb over the base, pressing against the base of the finial at every pass.

"But, wasted or not, it's all for you..." grin deepening, Megatron let the hand on Orion's hip dip forward, fingertips scraping along the edges of the panel Orion was slowly withdrawing, "same goes for you, hm?"

Oh, he already knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it as much as Orion would doubtlessly enjoy hearing the same from him.

[ichooseboth]

"All for me?" Orion teased, sounding pleased. The large hands at his audials drew out a pleased subsonic rumble, as they remained in their allowed space. But he forcibly kept his vents steady, only the smallest of shudders escaping him as Megatron's fingers broached sensitive areas; his own charge was noticeable, if not yet as intense as Megatron's own.

"Yes, all for you in turn," he replied, punctuating the words with the press of fingers breaching the outer rim of Megatron's valve, entering at a shallow angle.

[lordmegatron]

"Definitely," Megatron said with a chuckle, his vocaliser skipping briefly and his engine revving when Orion pushed his fingers inside. Even if it was barely inside and at such an... unsatisfying angle.

Huffing, Megatron narrowed his optics and shifted his hips. He didn't quite push down to take in more of Orion's fingers just yet, but the shift and flex let him catch a shade more of the fingers to grip at.

He could of course have just slid down a little and gripped at the fingers to pull them in, but he was playing along with Orion... and, despite the slowly burning arousal, wanting to drag it out as well.

"Finding something you like?"

[ichooseboth]

"Still," Orion chuckled at Megatron's impatience, keeping the angle shallow for another thrust, grip at his hips tightening. Leaning against the larger frame, Orion vented warmly, temperature spiking.

"And yes. Many things, of course. Some more compelling than others."

Wrist shifting abruptly, he turned his fingers to penetrate him deep, watching Megatron's optics.

[lordmegatron]

There were days he could be nearly infinitely patient when it came to interface - today wasn't one of them, though he was trying. Not very hard, however, so the shallow tease was... both annoying and pleasant, especially the way the faint tingling travelled up along his valve...

"Hnn---!" Optics flashing, there was a moment of open, flushed surprise before Megatron chuckled and shifted his stance slightly as his valve twitched around the fingers, gripping what they could. Static more than reciprocal charge, and it fanned his arousal more than building or satisfying it...

"Like what?" That could have been innocence itself if it weren't for the glow to Megatron's optics and the curl at the corner of his mouth. And the hand dipping down from massaging Orion's hip to brushing along what was bared of his interface to then trail over the recessed spike and the charge crackling there, to down between his legs and wrapping his hand around Orion's wrist.

Not forcing it anywhere, either in or back, rather rubbing over the bared metal and gaps, up along to where those blue fingers entered him.

[ichooseboth]

Grinning, Orion set a slow, irregular pace, driving his fingers inside the other mech steadily. He slowly changed the depth and angle of his finger-thrusts, searching Megatron's face for the one that gave best reaction.

"I like the sounds you make, for one."

Obligingly, the charge in interface amped up under the larger mech's hand, spike stirring. He vented heavily, pressurizing without his will. For once, at least.

He leaned in, mouthing at a throat cable.

"The look of you, here and now, against me."

[lordmegatron]

"And the look you're looking for is clearly 'annoyed'," Megatron said with a catch in his vocaliser as he met each slide of the fingers inside with a hitch in his hips. Not that he could keep any attempted severity either in voice or expression, both due to amusement and the disrupting half-moans that almost spilled out.

Especially when Orion managed to change angle to rub his fingers directly over sensory nodes - fingers weren't the same as a spike, after all, and even with his valve contracting to move things closer together, not every thrust caught something. It did of course mean that when one did it was noticed all the more, especially as the sensation was a pure slide of noded protoform metal against the harder metal of the fingers.

"Because that's... ah - where we're going to end up if you continue with this." A lie, because it wasn't as if Orion wouldn't be able to overload him like this, if he wanted to.

So the grin hovering around the corners of Megatron's mouth couldn't quite be hidden as he squeezed the wrist in his grip and let go, angling his hand to let the back of it slide along the underside of Orion's spike with the movement of his frame as he drove his fingers inside his valve.

[ichooseboth]

"...well yes, that can be pleasing as well," Orion admitted with a low laugh, optics not parting from Megatron's face. At least, that was his intention. Megatron's impatient revenge had him stiffening with a gasp, gaze briefly jerking over the silver mech's shoulder, valve fluttering tight around the invading fingers.

"...Is it?" he grunted, a very non irritated feeling coming over him as he pressed against the larger mech's frame, burying his digits in Megatron's valve to the hilt. He fought the urge to clench in turn, and failed.

"Can't say I've reached it yet, even if you are being difficult."

[lordmegatron]

"Hmm, yes," Megatron said with a grin, teeth bared almost too much - a challenge, even when his vocaliser glitched on the surprised groan with Orion's fingers suddenly pushed in as far as they could go.

"Clearly I'm not... ah, trying hard enough, then," another shameless smirk as he shifted against the fingers buried in his valve, flexing around them while he let his own fingers slide against the nodes in Orion's... and then he pulled out, static dancing about his fingertips, to stroke them over Orion's spike instead.

"Or you aren't trying hard enough, depending on how we're looking at it."

Orion was doing a very good job, though, given that he'd insisted on doing it this way and given Megatron's impatience this night... well, he was heading towards annoyed.

If only playfully so, and more than aroused as well, taking in a deeper vent than standard to avoid kicking the cooling fans into higher gear.

[ichooseboth]

The change in contact made Orion huff, frame jerking, but he controlled himself with a shudder.

"...No, I rather think you're trying too hard, my dear Megatron."

The tone was teasing, but the hand that slid free from Megatron's valve, trailing static charge, to grasp his wrist instead was definitely not.

"I think perhaps you would do better to keep your hands to yourself, if you're so frustrated."

Still gripping said wrist, he moved to tug Megatron's large fingers away from his own straining spike, directing it toward the grey mech's own.

"Literally."

[lordmegatron]

He probably shouldn't laugh, but he did so anyway, and the smile after was lazy and warm as he obligingly finished the motion Orion's tugging had started, wrapping his hand around his own spike.

"If you say so," Megatron said with a tilt to his helm and arching one optic ridge as he gave a single tug, opened up his hand to tap the head with its bared connections, then trailed his fingers down along the spike, hitting each ridge, before he dropped down lower, trailing around the rim of the valve.

Static charge spat along his fingers from every single little slide, jumping between the ridges in his spike to follow his fingers down, and then crackling along the rim with his fingers as he hitched his hips up slightly.

Not quite a thrust, not quite a blatant offering either.

[ichooseboth]

"I do say so," Orion rumbled, more than a hint of command sliding into his tone. He dropped his gaze down between them to view what he could of Megatron's large hands touching himself, and the rumble dropped to a growl at the sight.

The thrust of Megatron's hips was a well-received hint, and Orion twisted his fingers, crooking them in deep-

Before pulling them out and dropping his charge-lit hand to a thigh.

"Want you," Orion growled, palm rubbing at a grey thigh, dissipating the charge. He pushed at Megatron's frame, leaning them more firmly back against the wall, and tugged, pulling the larger mech's thigh up, lifting the leg high enough to hike it over the tire-mount on his own hip.

[lordmegatron]

"Hnngh---"

The sudden quirk of those fingers was surprising, and the moan slid out along with a flare from red, widened optics as he reflexively thrust against the fingers...

And he would have made some sort of disparaging remark if Orion hadn't followed up removing his fingers with those words.

"I'm right here, Orion. You just have to... take." Even if it was freely offered, in this case. Megatron grinned, optics bright and hot, wrapping his leg around Orion's hip after it got pulled up there and curled one hand around one of Orion's shoulder wheels in turn.

The other landed on one of Orion's hips, caressing the metal and almost pushing Orion towards him, though the motion was more a suggestion of weight rather than a pull.

[ichooseboth]

"Mhmmm..."

Orion made an agreeable sound, one that was almost lost in the sound of his engines roaring. Grip tightening on Megatron's thigh, spreading him further, he pressed in, hips canted and angled to to catch the lip of Megatron's freely offered valve. Static jumped and caught, and Orion hissed, frame jumping- but he quickly pressed on, sliding up and in and slowly slipping his spike home inside the snug walls of Megatron's port. Orion groaned, fighting the urge to sag against the large mech as charge coalesced between them.

[lordmegatron]

Squeezing the hip in his grip, Megatron's optics flickered as the charge lit up and skipped between them. It was an effort to stay still, but the reward came quickly enough, with sparks of charge lighting up each and every node Orion's spike passed as it pushed in.

"Nnhh--- yes," the groan was just as much a rumble as his vents briefly caught and then smoothed out and yes this was exactly what he wanted. Flexing the inner workings of his valve, Megatron almost shuddered at the catch of pliable metal against pliable metal, intricate patterns locking together and then releasing, letting a rush of charge out to play in their wake.

"Move." To underscore his point, he tightened the workings again, rocking his hips slightly.

[ichooseboth]

Hips twitching, Orion almost gave in automatically, his own pleasure of being so snugly encased nearly over-riding everything else. But a surge of vexation at the order was enough to make him stumble, and he drew completely to a halt in irritation.

"...no."

Growling, Orion reached down to press against Megatron's hips, attempting to pin him in place with both hands and a glare.

"I'll move when I wish to."

[lordmegatron]

"Orion---" and then Megatron's vaguely annoyed-exasperated comment (or badgering, maybe) cut off as Orion's tone registered. His optics dimming to lush carmine, Megatron's grip on Orion's hip softened somewhat, enough to not be trying to pull him close at least.

He might not be quite attuned enough to Orion yet to perfectly pick up on Orion's fledgling dominant moods, but he wasn't completely deaf to them either, and that tone? Oh, it certainly shook him out of trying to chase overload by demanding it, and while he hadn't exactly immediately dropped down into any particular frame of mind, Megatron... relaxed against Orion and the wall.

"As you wish," he said, voice dropping into a lazy, almost acquiescent rumble, and simply rubbed the hip under his hand. Even if he rather wanted to move himself.

[ichooseboth]

"Better," Orion chuckled, tone dropping to an approving rumble. He waited to move for several pointed moments, hand at Megatron's hip kneading metal-

Before he could restrain himself no longer.

Frame arching, he slid from the tight embrace of Megatron's frame, charging spiking with a groan. The quick slide out was immediately followed by a achingly slow press back inside, Orion allowing himself to savor the blissful drag on his sensors.

[lordmegatron]

Megatron just grinned sharply at that pointed praise, dropping his engine to a complimentary pitch with Orion's rumble and kept still as Orion did. He could, after all, do that, especially if Orion was going to be making a point.

Not that it meant nothing was happening; with Orion fully seated, the early charge flowed freely through their connected current, heating his circuits. Not to talk about the length of the spike pressing out against his valve's sides in a charged, gentle pressure reminding of its presence.

And then, finally, Orion moved, Megatron arching with the movement and his engine revving - then his hands tightened and the groan slipped out before he could keep it in, slag the mech for going in slow.

"Orion---" the groan spilled out between gritted teeth, the slow, sparking catch and press on every single sensor node and along the metal of his valve delicious as well as maddening.

[ichooseboth]

Orion stubbornly kept the pace he had set, pulling free of Megatron's frame quickly before slowly sliding his length back inside with aching slowness. Admittedly, he lingered longer each time they were fully seated in one another, the flow of the complete circuit passing charge too pleasant to fully deny.

"Yesss?" He purred, tone only sightly marred by the strain of holding back his own want.

It wasn't easy, but he was feeling contrary and stubborn enough to keep his building overload back to make a point.

[lordmegatron]

The exasperated sigh that slid out was just as much a groan, and Megatron arched into the deliberately slow thrusts. Pushing back against the wall both to give him leverage and keep himself in place, Megatron finally peered down at Orion, one upper optic ridge cocked.

"I hope this won't become a regular feature." He huffed the words out on the next slide in and sparking connection, the charge thrumming through him as it arced slightly higher.

Not that it was bad, and he was enjoying it (but not quite in the state yet where he would simply ride along with it, dropped deep into the rhythm) but it wasn't his preferred way of doing things.

[ichooseboth]

"Maybe?" Orion teased out with a grin against Megatron's neck cables. "You might have noticed- that I like to draw things out."

Belaying his own words, he started to pick up the pace, thrusting in more rapidly, hips slamming home with a muted clang.

"But you seem to prefer it-" His voice cut out with a static groan, fingers digging in to armor gaps.

"-Hard and fast?"

[lordmegatron]

He felt that grin, and while he did huff, it was with exasperated fondness. That was quite often Orion's preferred method, it seemed. Any reply Megatron had intended to make, however, got lost in a half-strangled grunt when Orion suddenly picked up the pace.

Not that he minded.

No, it was the opposite of minding.

"Yes." The agreement was as much a groan as a properly enunciated word while Megatron gripped around the base of a wheel, arching into the thrusts and clenching momentarily each time Orion's spike slid in and completed the connection.

This was what he wanted. Here and now, anyway. They could do it Orion's way at some later point.