Rampage makes a low noise at the scrape of teeth, somewhere between a growl and a purr. If his claws were free he'd take a playful snap at Sixshot's about, but as it is he just enjoys the soft, brief sting.

Then Sixshot is shifting over him and he suddenly understands completely why First Aid was so intent on trying to get Rampage's spike inside him. He groans out loud at the sudden sensation of fullness inside of him, Sixshot's length touching every itching, aching spot inside of him.

There's a throb inside of him from being stretched so wide so fast, but it feels so good he doesn't think he can call it pain. He knows pain, and he's never known himself to want more of his own. But this? This he wants- no, needs more of, and he wants it now.