Primus, please gift him with sudden spark failure since it would be far more merciful than this humiliation. First Aid's frame rattles in Sixshot's arms with the last ebbs of overload, his visor light flickering between his fingers as they're pressed against his face. Overload left him feeling tingly through his fingers, but it did little to curb off the throb of arousal coursing through his system.
He feels so stupid, embarrassed beyond belief, especially after that stupid lecture about feelings he gave Sixshot.
"I-I am so, so sorry. I didn't expect... I didn't mean to."
What was he expecting? It was normal to overload when removing a damper because of the build up. That was the purpose of it, but he hadn't been thinking, far too flustered by the awkwardness and the scoop of the mech's arms lifting him. Now he's just made it so much worse. He presses his knees together, hiding his slick valve from view but doing little for the stiff cord curved up against his belly.
Rampage is the only one right now who has the lack of tact to act upon what they were feeling. First Aid gasps as the crab rubs close, bringing back a swift reminder of how he caught them. His temperature spikes again with mixed feelings, jealousy and arousal and humiliation.
"Rampage..."
He's pretty much blown things with Sixshot before he even really had a chance. His hands were firmly clamped against his face, refusing to move, but he squeezes closer to the six changer's chest. Rampage has seen him in a 'worse' state, at the very least. He doesn't have worries about the crab mech's judgement, especially since his focus is on interfacing anyway.
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Primus, please gift him with sudden spark failure since it would be far more merciful than this humiliation. First Aid's frame rattles in Sixshot's arms with the last ebbs of overload, his visor light flickering between his fingers as they're pressed against his face. Overload left him feeling tingly through his fingers, but it did little to curb off the throb of arousal coursing through his system.
He feels so stupid, embarrassed beyond belief, especially after that stupid lecture about feelings he gave Sixshot.
"I-I am so, so sorry. I didn't expect... I didn't mean to."
What was he expecting? It was normal to overload when removing a damper because of the build up. That was the purpose of it, but he hadn't been thinking, far too flustered by the awkwardness and the scoop of the mech's arms lifting him. Now he's just made it so much worse. He presses his knees together, hiding his slick valve from view but doing little for the stiff cord curved up against his belly.
Rampage is the only one right now who has the lack of tact to act upon what they were feeling. First Aid gasps as the crab rubs close, bringing back a swift reminder of how he caught them. His temperature spikes again with mixed feelings, jealousy and arousal and humiliation.
"Rampage..."
He's pretty much blown things with Sixshot before he even really had a chance. His hands were firmly clamped against his face, refusing to move, but he squeezes closer to the six changer's chest. Rampage has seen him in a 'worse' state, at the very least. He doesn't have worries about the crab mech's judgement, especially since his focus is on interfacing anyway.
"I'm fine. I'll be okay."