Spinister did tell him, but when the heli was the ultimate challenge, it was far too hard to resist testing on him. The results were... better than expected, save for the mess of his lab. He'll be spending days cleaning it. For now, he was enjoying the strong of fingers over his wiring, coaxing him into wiggling back against the heli.

"Frag, Spinister," Brainstorm grunts imagining those talented fingers inside him again. He's more than willing to move with the nudging, but he keeps his shoulders down, his face against his forarm as the folds of his valve are spread.

All that talk has him dripping and the hot slide of the cord against his external sensors has him shivering. It's not like a toy. A toy was never that warm, didn't twitch and swell as the head pops past the rim of his valve. Brainstorm gasps, his lining squeezing around the thick spike as it sinks into him, spreading him over and filling him up.

"H-Huge." He's had big toys, thankfully. His port is used to being spread and as the cord pushes in deeper, lubricant is forced out around it, dripping in thick globs. The jet slowly moves his knees, propping up his aft just a bit more to rock into the slide, groaning as each ridge catches around the nodes inside him.