Sixshot's hand gripping his thigh sends thrills over Rampage's plating, but his words make his spark throb. First Aid wants him. Sixshot wants him. They don't just want each other. It feels... good. It feels so very good to be wanted like this.
Resting his head on Sixshot's shoulder, he gives an overwhelmed little chuckle at First Aid. The little Autobot did love his talking during sex. Rampage is pretty fond of it, but he has difficulty managing on his own when his brains feel like they're frying in his skull.
He still tries. "It's been waiting for you," he purrs.
He's been waiting far too long for these idiots to stop talking and start banging. Honestly.
As First Aid wiggles into place, he gives a loud huff and rocks his hips forward, his aching cord smearing beads of early fluid over the medic's aft. He moves his hand with First Aid, keeping a single finger inside him and trying to work it deeper.
Sixshot, meanwhile, gets two fingers rocking gently at his entrance, gradually pushing further inside to try and work him open.
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Resting his head on Sixshot's shoulder, he gives an overwhelmed little chuckle at First Aid. The little Autobot did love his talking during sex. Rampage is pretty fond of it, but he has difficulty managing on his own when his brains feel like they're frying in his skull.
He still tries. "It's been waiting for you," he purrs.
He's been waiting far too long for these idiots to stop talking and start banging. Honestly.
As First Aid wiggles into place, he gives a loud huff and rocks his hips forward, his aching cord smearing beads of early fluid over the medic's aft. He moves his hand with First Aid, keeping a single finger inside him and trying to work it deeper.
Sixshot, meanwhile, gets two fingers rocking gently at his entrance, gradually pushing further inside to try and work him open.