Buffy had managed to unclip the utility belt, but she had not yet removed it, his hands wiggled slightly from his back to try and reach one of the back compartments the he had specifically for situations like this. It was hard though with the added weight of her sitting on top of him. As the top was rolled and folded up to his neckline, since it would be impossible to pull over the cowl especially with his arms cuffed behind his back, the cool air switched his focus. The soft kisses to his stomach tickled slightly, but they also felt very good and elicited a moan of pleasure that not even Batman could control. The suit may have had padded abs in a six pack shape, but the figure underneath was sculpted in a similar fashion.<br/><br/>He could see that she meant what she had said in terms of being there a while, and the way the top had moved didn't help him reach the utility belt with his hands especially when she leaned down to plant kisses on his chiseled frame. His breathing grew more rapid with the pleasure and his already strained cock twitched against the fabric of his pants while it begged to be freed from prison. "The suit is actually comfortable, and clearly you have an agenda here." He winked, as even he was not without a dry sense of humor in his bound up state. Slowly his hips swiveled to grind his bulge into her as well.