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CNMN is alone. A very rare occurrence. One that they will use to their advantage.
After turning on the fan and getting comfortable on the chair in his room, he reaches down to the small metal plate that sticks out on his pelvis. He easily pulls it off. Some of the wires that were hidden by it spill out. They hang loosely. All of them are tangled around one another, even looping around themselves.
CNMN sets the plate aside carefully. Then, they gently pull one of the wires.
A tingling sensation goes through him. His body trembles slightly with it. Grabbing a different wire with his other hand, he tugs on both of them. He jolts at the sharp feeling that shoots through him.
Shaking themself, they start working on untangling the two.
Every pull, curl, and twist creates sparks of pleasure. Despite the twitching and whirring the stirring feelings cause, CNMN manages to keep his hands steady.
They can feel heat starting to build up inside. The coolant coursing throughout them fights back against it.
Once those wires are untangled, CNMN shifts his focus to the others. Reaching in, he gingerly curls his fingers around them. Then, he yanks them out. A surge of pleasure jolts his systems. Shuddering, he creaks and clanks.
Sitting with the feelings for a moment, letting them simmer, they tilt their head back. The antenna on the side of their head falls a bit with it. Their fingers twitch around the wires idly.
After collecting himself, he returns his focus to the wires and untangling the next pair.
Movements sloppier than before, they tug and curl and twirl them around and away from one another. Ecstasy builds; their body trembles. CNMN’s antenna swings up and down. The upper part of it bends back and forth sporadically.
It feels quite hot in here. The fan helps a little.
It takes a bit longer to get these wires unwound compared to the others. Eventually, though, he gets it done.
Grabbing all of them in one hand, CNMN stares at them for a moment.
He rubs them with his thumb. Only a faint sensation comes of it. Wrapping his fingers around them, he gives them a squeeze. He shivers. He curls some of them around the fingers of his other hand, pulling them taut. An electric feeling shoots up from where they’re connected to him. Body jolting, he accidentally tugs them forward, away from himself. His entire being shudders.
Coolant pumps quickly. LEDs flicker. The antenna spins wildly. Heat pours out through cracks and crannies. Energy core pulses. Servos spasm. The voice box lets out an involuntary cry.
Everything goes dark for a split second.
As the sensations fade, CNMN sits there, twitching.
It takes them a few moments to gather themself.
Gingerly, he tucks his wires away. He just as carefully reattaches the metal plate that conceals them.
Shaking themself, they rise from their chair to find something else to occupy their time with.