cont. w/ @notsafeforwave
Megatron never enjoyed the feeling of being prey to another. He was usually too stubborn to be over taken. But this? Oh this was delicious.
Soundwave moved his helm side to side, inspecting Megatron's visage, as if he was deciding whether or not he was worthy to be devoured. The ensuing anticipation of what would be done with him made his spark flutter in his chassis.
The pointed gaze that Soundwave had needled into Megatron's optics, pinned him completely in place. He couldn't move, both out of lack of desire, and feeling compelled to obey to the letter.
As Soundwave moved in closer, Megatron's optics silently followed, staying locked with the golden pair that held him in place against the tree. Then finally, when Soundwave moved just out of his sight, he felt the hot press of his Conjux's mouth on his neck cabling, against his fuel line.
He turned his optics to the sky, allowing himself to relax, if only slightly. Megatron released a soft mumble of approval, his own words lost to him as he enjoyed the feeling of dentae so dangerously close to vital fuel lines. His optics fluttered shut, submitting himself to whatever Soundwave's whim might be.