oooh dear. he’s always so troubled about it. tries to talk them out of it (probably Negasonic lbr) even as he gets pushed onto his back like he’s not huge and massive but rather a little kitty cat.

I bet he even puts one hand over his eyes so he won’t see a thing when Negasonic starts rubbing those blunt, thick fingers against her little gash. So pink and vulnerable and addictive when she starts fitting that big, fat finger into her and rocks on just the tip to a silent, jaw clenching orgasm.

The metal of his body is probably never outright cold; just a little cool. It warms up so quickly though.