Well, that's something interesting to talk you about! What does your sexual experience entail, Doctor Beautiful?
Which is your preference, deep-throating your partner's spike or feasting on their valve? Who has been the biggest you've ever taken? (Was it pleasurable enough to do again?) Have you slept with a human or anyone from an organic species? Have you experienced a two-spike array before Wheeljack?
What's your wildest sexual experience? Your most boring/disappointing?
"I don't make a habit of sharing the finer details of my private life with strangers — even the shy ones."
However, there are certain details he doesn't mind letting slip, especially when he knows who might be listening. "I don't have a preference between eating valve and deep-throating spike; I enjoy both and I enjoy taking my time. There's a certain elegance in making pleasure every bit as tortuous as pain."
The rest ventures into territory far too personal to share with someone whose identity Knock Out can only speculate about. Those details are privileges, reserved for those who have actually earned them.
"I'd like to think I could handle someone as large as Megatron," he says at last, "provided they possess considerably more patience and servos that aren't quite so sharp."
He pauses again, weighing just how much he's willing to divulge before ultimately relenting. "I'm more than willing to have my limits tested so long as my partner takes their time... and isn't stingy with praise."
The medic pulls a face, electing to ignore the question about humans and organics altogether. His relationship with humanity became irrevocably complicated after Silas — darkened by violence and twisted into something he has long since stopped trying to untangle. It isn't a part of himself he has any intention of sharing, least of all with someone who hasn't earned that level of trust.
"As for a two-spiked array... " Knock Out trails off for a moment. "I can't say I've had any personal experience with one, not even with Wheeljack."
The statement should speak for itself. The war had done little to foster opportunities for meaningful partners, let alone those with particularly unique modifications. Truthfully, it has been a very long time since interface was a regular part of his life at all.
"Don't misunderstand," he continues. "There are certainly experiences that have stayed with me over the years. Most, however, were thoroughly mediocre — little more than fleeting distractions to pass the time or relieve a measure of stress."
There is no mention of how often others assumed his appearance made him eager, available, or easily persuaded. No admission of the pressure that followed him, or the ridicule he endured whenever he refused their advances. Those memories remain firmly locked away.