First Aid's spark gives a little flutter. He's too far aroused to really think too hard about anything besides the huge, hot bodies in front and behind him and the wonderfully thick fingers pressing past the rim of his valve. He makes a soft, desperate sound into Sixshot's neck, his visor squinting to a thin line of light, and he spreads his thighs as much as he could manage to give Rampage access between his legs.

"I've been thinking about this so long," he breathes, moving one hand to stroke over Rampage's head and the other over the back of Sixshot's neck.

"Let me see your huge cords."

First Aid lifts his head, turning it to butt his mask against Rampage's cheek as the other mech's teeth graze over Sixshot's neck. He has his work cut out for him here; both of them were much larger and he had to squirm and climb to get his hands on what he wanted.

He reaches behind him, patting and pulling at Rampage to try and draw him closer, and then slowly wiggles so he can get his aft near the beast mech's spike and a hand down between his and Sixshot's bodies to brush feather light over what he could reach of his spike.