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Megatron gathered a few things he thought he'd need- just a couple of items for fun, and tried (failing) not to feel a little too excited. Tarn was... powerful. He liked having a bit of power underneath him, warm and wanting. And Tarn, he knew, was just as eager- he could tell. It was in the optics.

He allowed himself to stand in the doorway of the berthroom for a while, just.. watching Tarn, before making his way over. There were a couple of toys to choose from that he'd gotten from his and Rung's stash, cleaned and prepared, and he laid them to the side before crawling up onto the berth and over Tarn, straddling his hips and bending to kiss him again.

Just because he could.

"Such a good boy," he murmured, perhaps a bit of a teasing lilt in his voice. "You look good amongst my sheets- you should lay on them more often. ..you're welcome to, of course."

"...find your way to my berthroom, then. I want you relaxed back against the sheets and pillows by the time I get there."

Sliding his servo along Tarn's chassis, up, until he could cup Tarn's chin, and tug him down for a firm kiss, fangs nipping his bottom lip. Once he saw fit to release him, he swatted Tarn on the hip, almost playfully.

"Go on, then, go get ready for me. I have to get something, and I'll be along." Not necessarily a command, but.. not not a command. Gesturing for him to 'go on'.

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"...find your way to my berthroom, then. I want you relaxed back against the sheets and pillows by the time I get there."

Sliding his servo along Tarn's chassis, up, until he could cup Tarn's chin, and tug him down for a firm kiss, fangs nipping his bottom lip. Once he saw fit to release him, he swatted Tarn on the hip, almost playfully.

"Go on, then, go get ready for me. I have to get something, and I'll be along." Not necessarily a command, but.. not not a command. Gesturing for him to 'go on'.

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"Oh of course, but.. I wouldn't want to push you before you're ready," he murmured, ambling up to Tarn with all the confidence of a turbotiger pacing its territory.

"So say no, and I will go no farther, of course. But say yes.." Here, Megatron paused, just close enough for their chassis' to bump, and murmured in his audial, "and I may be inclined to keep you up all night."

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"Oh of course, but.. I wouldn't want to push you before you're ready," he murmured, ambling up to Tarn with all the confidence of a turbotiger pacing its territory.

"So say no, and I will go no farther, of course. But say yes.." Here, Megatron paused, just close enough for their chassis' to bump, and murmured in his audial, "and I may be inclined to keep you up all night."

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This shit keeps hindering the peace talks

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"I.. yes. It's been a while since we've used the mesmer box, too." They'd all gotten caught up in the everything of everyday life, and while he was happy with that, he found himself wanting to take a little bit of a day -or in this case, night- off. Rung held his servo out to him, and Megatron bent to take it.

And then bent farther to kiss it, to kiss every individual articulated piece to his digits, his palm, his wrist.

Optics glowing from under his helm. "I've already used the washracks, and I don't need any coolant, no. ..just you, please."

“Do you need a break, Megatron?”

Did he- Oh. Megatron sat up a little, maybe a little too quickly, a little too sharply, digits clenching the stylus in his hand, before setting it aside. Didn't exactly want to break it.

"..please?"

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“Do you need a break, Megatron?”

Did he- Oh. Megatron sat up a little, maybe a little too quickly, a little too sharply, digits clenching the stylus in his hand, before setting it aside. Didn't exactly want to break it.

"..please?"

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Mean, mean conjunx he has. The magnets vibrate a little when they clamp to Megatron, and he had to clench his fists and let his optics flicker off with the effort it took in that moment, just to keep his control anywhere near the same level.

And that wasn't to mention having his spike so close to Rung's sparkplate. There was a.. feeling about Rung in his field, all the time, but it was stronger the closer you got to him, and strongest at his sparkplate. And outside of the field, he could feel the hum of it, too, which did absolutely nothing, normally, was usually rather soothing, but against his spike, served as nothing less than a.. well.

It was like Rung had found one of his toys that vibrated and set it to its lowest possible setting. He wouldn't overload from it, but it certainly got him interested.

When his optics flickered back on, they were barely offering any sort of visual output beyond black and white, because he'd gone a forcibly shunted some of his processing power over to keep from breaking Rung's arm with the force of an erection.

"How much longer-?"

Rung makes a little grumble of a noise in the back of his throat and holds his servo out.

“Let me see your spike. You don’t have to pressurize it, soft is fine, I just need to check something.”

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Primus and the Thirteen, he is fighting his entire HUD not to pressurize in Rung's palm right now. He feels swollen with the hero's effort it takes not to swell up against Rung's palm.

Which is to say, he stood there looking incredibly intense at Rung, optics bright with held back charge, spike giving an interested twitch every now and again. "I," he managed, calmer than he felt, "am grateful for any gift you will give me, my light. But I admit you are teasing me a little." He meant to growl, of course, but what comes out is more of a whine, optics cycling. "I have half a mind to return the favor, later."

..perhaps less than half a mind. Hrgh.

Rung makes a little grumble of a noise in the back of his throat and holds his servo out.

“Let me see your spike. You don’t have to pressurize it, soft is fine, I just need to check something.”

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The tap had Megatron straightening his spinal strut, remembering what Rung had trained taught him about keeping his posture. It was harder, when Rung pet his helm petal, to keep it, optics flickering in absent pleasure, but he locked his joints and forced himself to pay attention, instead of planting his face into Rung's palm like he really wanted to.

"I belong to you. ..always," he said a little loud, engines rumbling softly. There was, of course, no one else he could belong to, like this.

Something about Rung made him softer, more vulnerable- something he'd sorely lacked in ability to show, for a long time. And yet here Rung was, gently pulling his walls down a brick at time.

..until Megatron was already damp behind his panel from a few words, and a tap of Rung's crop under his chin, at least.

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Rung absently taps Megatron under the chin with thin crop he’d pulled out for tonight, hopefully reminding him to pay attention to his posture. He had a habit of curling forward on himself when he knelt for Rung, and while it was endearing, it was technically a bad habit and poor form.

“Louder, sweetspark. You’re mumbling into your chassis. I want to hear you nice and clear before we get started.”

He rests an encouraging servo on Megatron’s helm, thumb lightly stroking along the etched design on a sensory petal. “Who do you belong to?”

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GUTZ!!!

DRAW IDW MEGS WITH HIS CROTCH INSIGNIA AND MY LIFE IS YOURSS!!!

Is this good enough??😭😭😭😭😭

I HOPE I GOT IT RIGHT 😭😭😭

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“Give me a kiss before you leave, sweetest.”

Megatron grinned with all of his fangs, optics squinting at the corners, and bent, taking Rung's chin in his servo. "Is a kiss all you want, then? And where should I give it?" He pressed a kiss to Rung's cheek, to his forehelm, over his large optic ridges, on the tip of his nose, finally working his way to his mouth with a rumbling laugh. "Or perhaps.." Megatron's lips moved along his jaw line to his neck, "you need kisses elsewhere? Like here?" Warm lips mouthed at his throat along his shoulder, "Or here?" They moved over his sparkplate, briefly pausing to stare at the light, before kneeling and kissing lower, near his belt line.

"Or perhaps... a little lower?"

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Midnight snack

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Megatron chuffed, an amused little noise, when Optimus slapped at him, because it didn't hurt and because.. well. It was sort of funny. "Your aft was right there. I couldn't exactly not bite it." He let Optimus wrestle him down with minimal fuss, optics bright with laughter.

"It is a cute aft, in my defense. And you have a tail."

Which is basically a neon sign, in his opinion.

He has his service top harness on, his tail mod in place, and…

Honestly, he’s not really sure where to go from there. But he likes how the harness fits between and underneath his windshield.

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It would be a shame to leave Optimus.. unbitten.

But which part of him to bite? And then Megatron spotted that tail, wagging back and forth, an undeniably delicious sight, and got a terrible, no good, very bad idea.

Which led to his denta in Optimus' aft plate.

He has his service top harness on, his tail mod in place, and…

Honestly, he’s not really sure where to go from there. But he likes how the harness fits between and underneath his windshield.

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"May the accused speak, or else ever be silent," he purred, turning, so that shadow fell over his face, optics illuminated in the dark, red only just flaring out enough to fan light over his face. "Perhaps those are my crystals I'll be putting in you, hm?" Turning just a little to tuck them into the berthroom, he spilled Rung gently amongst the sheets, servo petting over his spark window, and then down over his abdomen, optics following the path down, and then back up, just before he reached Rung's panel. Cupping Rung's hip, he bent down, other servo braced near Rung's helm, and let his lips brush against Rung's before properly capturing Rung in a kiss, almost chaste at first, and then increasingly more possessive.

Like a promise of what was to come.

"I want you to know that I want you- I want you so badly all of the time, I want to bite you, I want to consume you, I want you crying and screaming my name until your vocalizer fritzes out. ..yes?"

{ @fusion-cannon-advertisement } "Shame," he rumbled from behind, a servo settling just under Rung's spark chamber, "that those are the last of the crystals.. if only there was a way to make more."

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“Megatron,” Rung hums, only to gasp softly and arch up into the touch, the plateglass still winched open slightly from where he’d opened himself up to heat his scalpel between cuts.

The corona of his spark, hazy white and glimmering aurora, reaches through the gap to greet Megatron’s fingers like an old friend.

“If— auh- if only I had a loving and generous conjunx, hmm, beloved?”

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That rumbles rolls into a low chuckle, and he gets down on one knee to kiss the back of Rung's neck.

"Oh yes," he murmured, letting his kisses stay slow and lingering as they trailed along the side of Rung's neck to his shoulder. "If only one had someone willing to put my crystals in you.. I wonder where ever we would find someone like that."

The laughter petered out into a low growl as he brushed large fangs back up along Rung's neck. And then he lifted Rung up and against him, easy as you please, and ambled them off towards the berthroom.

{ @fusion-cannon-advertisement } "Shame," he rumbled from behind, a servo settling just under Rung's spark chamber, "that those are the last of the crystals.. if only there was a way to make more."

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“Megatron,” Rung hums, only to gasp softly and arch up into the touch, the plateglass still winched open slightly from where he’d opened himself up to heat his scalpel between cuts.

The corona of his spark, hazy white and glimmering aurora, reaches through the gap to greet Megatron’s fingers like an old friend.

“If— auh- if only I had a loving and generous conjunx, hmm, beloved?”

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An optic ridge quirked, but Megatron -obediently- popped his codpiece panel, and then, with a bit of effort, half pressurized his spike so that it fell into Rung's waiting servos.

It was a bit... floppy, without entire pressuzization, but easily engulfed Rung's palm- and part of his arm past the elbow.

Rung makes a little grumble of a noise in the back of his throat and holds his servo out.

“Let me see your spike. You don’t have to pressurize it, soft is fine, I just need to check something.”