First Aid's interface covers were already open to Rampage's touch as his hand slides between his legs. His fingers find a wet port, swollen and sensitive, and just the brush of the digits over his outer nodes has the smaller medic arching and whining, pushing his array harder against the beastmech's hand.
He's not sure what to do, his mind caught up by the deep need to interface and anxiety. First Aid stares off at nothing, out of focus with his surroundings but the hot hand stroking between his legs, and when he forces himself to look he looks up at Sixshot's face and the look of pleasure flickering over it.
Right about then he becomes aware of the sound of the mech's cord pressurizing, and that's the last time he gives thought to the possibility of Six not wanting to frag him.
"I want you." God, it was so true. He could be crushed between these two mechs but he wasn't worried. "I want you both."
First Aid squirms in Sixshot's arms, against Rampage's hand, and hooks his fingers securely into the sixchanger's armor so he could pull himself up against his broad chest and nuzzle his mask into his neck.
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He's not sure what to do, his mind caught up by the deep need to interface and anxiety. First Aid stares off at nothing, out of focus with his surroundings but the hot hand stroking between his legs, and when he forces himself to look he looks up at Sixshot's face and the look of pleasure flickering over it.
Right about then he becomes aware of the sound of the mech's cord pressurizing, and that's the last time he gives thought to the possibility of Six not wanting to frag him.
"I want you." God, it was so true. He could be crushed between these two mechs but he wasn't worried. "I want you both."
First Aid squirms in Sixshot's arms, against Rampage's hand, and hooks his fingers securely into the sixchanger's armor so he could pull himself up against his broad chest and nuzzle his mask into his neck.
"Please."