That long moment felt like several years in which Brainstorm was trying in
vain to fuck himself against the stationary fingers. If Spinister wasn't
going to fingerbang him, he was going to have to take matters in his own
hands.
"The key's for the box at the bottom of the bomb box."
Duh.
As Spinister draws back, Brainstorm's wings go rigid with offense and he
pushes himself off the desk slightly to look back at the heli.
"Oh, come on. Couldn't you have gotten another overload out of me first? I
was really close!"
Despite the complaining he figures he might as well get into position
anyway, since that was part of the plan. It takes him a moment to unhook
his cuff from the briefcase and reposition himself and his arms so he could
put them behind his back without awkward straining. He wouldn't ever leave
his briefcase like this usually.
Right now getting fucked sounds a lot better than a time machine though. He
takes advantage of the thigh between his legs, grinding down on it and
smearing more fluid over the metal. If left to his own devices, he'd
probably just ride Spinister's thigh to overload again.
He even has the cuff dangling helpfully as he crosses his wrists behind his
back, even though Spinister had that cabling there.
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That long moment felt like several years in which Brainstorm was trying in vain to fuck himself against the stationary fingers. If Spinister wasn't going to fingerbang him, he was going to have to take matters in his own hands.
"The key's for the box at the bottom of the bomb box."
Duh.
As Spinister draws back, Brainstorm's wings go rigid with offense and he pushes himself off the desk slightly to look back at the heli.
"Oh, come on. Couldn't you have gotten another overload out of me first? I was really close!"
Despite the complaining he figures he might as well get into position anyway, since that was part of the plan. It takes him a moment to unhook his cuff from the briefcase and reposition himself and his arms so he could put them behind his back without awkward straining. He wouldn't ever leave his briefcase like this usually.
Right now getting fucked sounds a lot better than a time machine though. He takes advantage of the thigh between his legs, grinding down on it and smearing more fluid over the metal. If left to his own devices, he'd probably just ride Spinister's thigh to overload again.
He even has the cuff dangling helpfully as he crosses his wrists behind his back, even though Spinister had that cabling there.
"This right?"