Sixshot rocks, pushing in until the tip of his cord pressed against the very end of Rampage's channel- and he keeps thrusting, deeper and deeper until his hips were finally pressing against Rampage's back.

He holds them there for a long moment then, vents blasting overheated air, a low, growling moan reverberating through his chest. It was something he could afford now, some of the edge taken off this insanity by his previous partners.

The moment is broken with another lick to the spot between Rampage's eyes and Sixshot rocks, grinding into his friend.