Twenty minutes ago, he was fairly certain that he was going to be popping out some dents. Now Brainstorm can hardly think about why he'd been so anxious. Spinister was... intensely hot. He thought maybe it had just been the pollen doing it before, but he was completely sober right now and--
The sight of Spinister's intake around him, stretched to swallow down his cord was a sinfully good. Primus. He'll have to reevaluate this new bad taste later.
"Ahh," he rumbles, his jet engine revving. "Spin."
Whatever water that hasn't dripped off his frame was starting to evaporate from the building heat of his frame, leaving him mostly dry except for the the drip of lubricant on the floor near Spinister's knees. He didn't need to really ask again; the pounding against the back of his valve makes his hips jerk helplessly and his spike throb in Spinister's intake.
"Spin!" It's almost a warning as his armor rattles and his thighs go tight on the heli's shoulders.
Brainstorm's frame tenses up as the charge builds then crests, overload hitting him fast. His calipers clamp down around the mech's fingers, squeezing tight, and the slide of them over crackling nodes makes light stream from the scientist's optics. His spike swells just slightly before it bursts a thick pulse of fluid down Spinister's throat, and Brainstorm twitches with each new pulse until he's wrung out.
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The sight of Spinister's intake around him, stretched to swallow down his cord was a sinfully good. Primus. He'll have to reevaluate this new bad taste later.
"Ahh," he rumbles, his jet engine revving. "Spin."
Whatever water that hasn't dripped off his frame was starting to evaporate from the building heat of his frame, leaving him mostly dry except for the the drip of lubricant on the floor near Spinister's knees. He didn't need to really ask again; the pounding against the back of his valve makes his hips jerk helplessly and his spike throb in Spinister's intake.
"Spin!" It's almost a warning as his armor rattles and his thighs go tight on the heli's shoulders.
Brainstorm's frame tenses up as the charge builds then crests, overload hitting him fast. His calipers clamp down around the mech's fingers, squeezing tight, and the slide of them over crackling nodes makes light stream from the scientist's optics. His spike swells just slightly before it bursts a thick pulse of fluid down Spinister's throat, and Brainstorm twitches with each new pulse until he's wrung out.