Of all the things he ever expected to hear coming out of First Aid's vocalizer, 'I want to see your huge cords' was definitely at the very bottom of the list. Sixshot makes a teeny, tiny little noise that was a cross between great concern, extreme arousal and a lot of abashment. It didn't help that the words preceding those had been a revelation for Sixshot either: he... had no idea that First Aid had been wanting this for so long.

Fortunately for everyone involved, Sixshot's moment of conflicting emotions remains mostly internalized as First Aid has squirmed down between them and gotten his hand on his cock.

"Do you want me to- ah-" the wolf-mech whimpers, his spike twitching under the medic's dainty little hand and valve walls trembling around Rampage's fingers. He loses his train of thoughts after that, deep code ensnaring them and dragging them under. Hot and desperate now, he lets himself fall back to the ground, dragging Rampage and First Aid down with him, back arched over Rampage's arm.

"Primus," he whimpers, curling his legs over the crab's hips, running his hand hungrily over First Aid's sides and back, cupping the medic's helm. His free hand slides down to join First Aid's, stroking over Rampage's satisfying thick cord. The weight of it in his palm makes the mighty Sixer squirm, his port cycling down on the digits inside him.