"You're not going to take them off?" Hot Rod looked over his shoulder at his lover--and probably-former archnemesis--who had detached the chain, releasing his arms from each other but leaving the weight of the the shackles.

Galvatron laughed and pulled Hot Rod into a hard kiss. For a long minute there was no further discussion, or indeed thinking, on the matter; one of Galvatron's hands wrapped around both wrists, just below the shackles, almost as though Roddy were still chained, the other held onto his spoiler. Then he pulled back and was, for a brief moment, serious. "If you do not wish to wear them..."

Roddy's field pricked with embarrassment but also a fresh rush of arousal--if Galvatron hadn't already worn him out he would be asking for the chain again, not just the shackles--"I would like to. Wear them, that is." The other Autobots would stare, of course, but it'd be nothing to what he'd dealt with before Optimus had reclaimed the Matrix. And totally and completely worth it.

"Good." Galvatron pulled him close against his chest, Roddy's arms trapped between them. "Never know when I may need to chain you again...."

"...Now, maybe?" Roddy pressed back into Galvatron's arms and chestplates. Suddenly he wasn't so worn out after all...