For a moment, Orion had had the highlord completely open, but he'd gone a shade too far... and well.
The sudden shock of mingled pleasure and pain - pain that wasn't his own, plus the faint strain of his ports as those cables pressed down sharply, apparently trying to go further than they could, forced a groan out. A slow, nearly smug thrill snapped through him at the sensations and Orion's reaction both and his smirk was more teeth than any attempt at placating the mech who unquestionably had the upper hand in the current situation.
"Perhaps, then, captain, you should be more careful where you put such sensitive equipment, especially if you can't handle a bit of pain." Angling his helm back down, Megatron met those blue optics and felt his focus return some, charge bleeding out warmly into pistons and reserves.
With where he had his leg, he would probably be able to pitch the captain backwards - the cables being yanked out at such an angle would obviously hurt a bit, but Megatron was well-used to pain... and the mingling of arousal and pain.
The arena had taught him quite a few things about his own limits, and how to use his frame's reaction, and while both the spike in his fitfully clenching valve (a sensation he wasn't sure he'd ever get used to, even if it was... admittedly, exquisite) and the cables spreading the sharply heady presence of Orion to ghost along his awareness was... distracting, he wasn't who he was without being able to pull himself together.
Of course, Orion might still have a moment or two.
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The sudden shock of mingled pleasure and pain - pain that wasn't his own, plus the faint strain of his ports as those cables pressed down sharply, apparently trying to go further than they could, forced a groan out. A slow, nearly smug thrill snapped through him at the sensations and Orion's reaction both and his smirk was more teeth than any attempt at placating the mech who unquestionably had the upper hand in the current situation.
"Perhaps, then, captain, you should be more careful where you put such sensitive equipment, especially if you can't handle a bit of pain." Angling his helm back down, Megatron met those blue optics and felt his focus return some, charge bleeding out warmly into pistons and reserves.
With where he had his leg, he would probably be able to pitch the captain backwards - the cables being yanked out at such an angle would obviously hurt a bit, but Megatron was well-used to pain... and the mingling of arousal and pain.
The arena had taught him quite a few things about his own limits, and how to use his frame's reaction, and while both the spike in his fitfully clenching valve (a sensation he wasn't sure he'd ever get used to, even if it was... admittedly, exquisite) and the cables spreading the sharply heady presence of Orion to ghost along his awareness was... distracting, he wasn't who he was without being able to pull himself together.
Of course, Orion might still have a moment or two.