"Fragging one's self out of problems is the best way to solve things. I've great experience with it. Don't you approve?"

Orion smirked unrepentantly, groaning as he worked his hips to change the motions yet again, dragging his spike along Megatron's upper walls on the outstroke.

...He had to work to control himself; a mech of the Highlord's size should not have been as fragging tight as he was. That virgin valve could be his undoing, and he was determined to win this.

"'Not made for that'? And who decided this, you?"

The captain laughed out loud, leaning over the twitching frame to let the motions of their rocking bodies and the echo of his amusement pass between them.

"I think, as the one they belong to, only I get to decide what my cables are made for."

They writhed pointedly, jabbing in as deeply as they could all at once.