Several of Rampage's legs twitch and scratch against the ground as Sixshot keeps pushing in, thrusting deeper inside him than he ever thought possible. The throbbing in his valve goes straight to his spark and he shudders all over, his interfacing appendages curling tighter around Sixshot's massive spike - though not so tight as to restrict movement.

He groans and whines when Sixshot pauses, his growls sending vibrations prickling pleasantly over his plating. He's squirming by the time Sixshot's tongue swipes over his head, the walls of his port rippling and squeezing in an attempt to draw the spike in impossibly deeper.

Then Sixshot begins to move and all he can do is brace his legs and try to hang on for the ride.