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Who: Brainstorm and whoever
Where: His lab, around
When: sex pollen
What: giant nerd virgin
Warnings: smut

If anyone were to pass by Brainstorm's lab, they might see a sign posted on the door in large letters and a very unwelcome looking Brainstorm emote.

GO AWAY.

Anyone who knew how friendly and outgoing Brainstorm is likely wouldn't be surprised.

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Brainstorm hits his climax and the hard ripple of his valve makes Spinister utter a breathy sigh as he keeps pumping his sensitized fingers against the tight squeeze, doing his best to prolong the jet's orgasm. His own pelvic armor was tight and static hums over his armor, but it was a good kind of discomfort and easily ignored in favor of his friend's pleasure.

The hand on Brainstorm's shoulder slides over to stroke gently over a wing as he slows down. Residual charge pops over the points of contact and Spin's optics dim in a quiet pleasure, watching as the weapon's engineer trembles against the table top.

"You okay there?" he murmurs, slowly, lazily swirling the tips of his digits against Brainstorm's ceiling nodes, mimicking the feel of cum being pumped against them.

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Residual charge pops over Brainstorm's armor as Spinister strokes over his wing, but it's not as smoldering and urgent as it had been. He's scorching to touch and condensation was dripping from his overworked vents, dribbling down his plating in thin rivulets. He feels like he might melt into his table, but in a good sort of way.

His expression is a bit blissed out when Spinister asks his question, and Brainstorm responds with a croak of static and a sigh, his legs a little wobbly. His valve still lazily clenches at the fingers in him, the calipers massaging their length like a cord as they rub over his ceiling nodes.

"M-more coolant," he manages after a moment.

That wouldn't hurt at least, but he also doesn't want Spinister to move away or stop what he's doing. He's at that point where the charge wasn't so intense, and the pleasure tingling through his struts and in his valve could really be appreciated.

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Well, since Spinister wasn't about to grow super long arms all of a sudden, stopping and moving away was just an unfortunate fact of life.

"Stay put," he says as he withdraws his fingers with a slick noise, thick strands of lube trailing from his fingertips. He gives Brainstorm's wing a final, comforting pet before moving back and going to search for the bottle of coolant he'd found before.

"I'll get you some energon too while I'm over here, how about?"

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Without Spinister to keep him steady, Brainstorm's legs wobble and tremble, sapped of strength. A thick glob of lubricant makes its way from his valve down his leg, adding to the sticky mess his plating has become, and it would be vaguely uncomfortable if it wasn't for the fact he was fighting to keep standing.

"Okay!" he manages, though his voice is laced heavily with static, still popping slightly.

As he slides back away from the table, he had to throw his weight forward and flop to make sure he doesn't clunk back on his aft.

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"Probably should've untied you before I left, huh?"

Spin sets the energon cube and coolant down before curling a hand around Brainstorm's waist and pushing him back up over the desk. He undoes one of the knots then, and the cable eases loose.

"We'll start on the toys after this," the surgeon continues and there's definitely a smile in that voice, although he was doing his best to suppress it. "Do you want to be tied up for that or do you want your hands free?"

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Goodness, coolant and energon set in front of him practically makes his tank rattle with sudden hunger. Evaporated coolant freely drips from his vents, and he puffs a cloud of steam from the slits in his much as Spinister loosens the rope. He's hesitant to move his arms for a moment, joints aching from the strain, but after a moment he wiggles his wrists to loosen it more.

"I thought you tied me up for that?"

That wasn't a yes or a no. He wasn't turned on by being tied up and pushed around. No not at all.

Brainstorm moves his hands, the rope still dangling from his arms as he opens up the fuel intake in his wrist and pushes in the funnel. It's not the most satisfying to take his fuel, but it is one of the quickest. Almost as soon as he starts pouring the energon in light buzz runs through his frame and his wings are allowed to droop.

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"I did," Spin concedes as he inspects Brainstorm's wing joints for any potential damage. "But do you want to be tied up for it still?"

Sorry Brainstorm, the guy is just not a fan of playing guessing games in this particular department. In fact, he just straight up hates guessing games and has possibly shot his teammates when they'd tried it on him.

On several occasions.

Because Misfire is apparently has a deathwish.