"Hahhh," Holy Stars but the press of another warm body against his was divine beyond description right about now.

"You are such a huge aft," he says instead of answering because he doesn't know what the hell that stupid bow was supposed to do in the first place.

His pelvic plates split without his conscious input, thick spike jutting free and rock hard already, lube slowly dripping down his thighs and- his chest armor splits too, letting through just a small gleam of light. Spin was too long gone to care though, wrapping his hands under the inventor's ass and raising it up so that he could press his mask against the jet's teal crotch.