Without that crab, First Aid would have probably melted in Sixshot's arms between all his embarrassment and the scorching heat of pent up charge. He's lucky he's not currently on fire. Instead he gasps as he arches reflexively into the touch, a little bead of pre-fluid oozing from the tip onto his belly just just that pawing touch.
And he's still in Sixshot's arms, but it's hard to find his humiliation again when all he can think about is how much his tiny body wants to be filled with a huge cord. First Aid groans, clutching at Sixshot's chest armor with one hand and Rampage's arm with the other, his EM field pulsing with a thick mix of need want affection.
Even with his humiliation, these are two mechs he adores and though Sixshot has been a source of sparkache lately this is something he wants and struggles to express. First Aid makes a needy whine, words leaving him, as his spike twitches against Rampage's hand.
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Without that crab, First Aid would have probably melted in Sixshot's arms between all his embarrassment and the scorching heat of pent up charge. He's lucky he's not currently on fire. Instead he gasps as he arches reflexively into the touch, a little bead of pre-fluid oozing from the tip onto his belly just just that pawing touch.
And he's still in Sixshot's arms, but it's hard to find his humiliation again when all he can think about is how much his tiny body wants to be filled with a huge cord. First Aid groans, clutching at Sixshot's chest armor with one hand and Rampage's arm with the other, his EM field pulsing with a thick mix of need want affection.
Even with his humiliation, these are two mechs he adores and though Sixshot has been a source of sparkache lately this is something he wants and struggles to express. First Aid makes a needy whine, words leaving him, as his spike twitches against Rampage's hand.