Bless those strong hands keeping him from sliding or dropping. Had First Aid been a little less focused on the twitching cock in his hand or the slick, hot cord dripping fluid against his aft, he probably would have clung to Sixshot for dear life as the mech settled back. Instead, he settles in on this new positioning naturally, his plating fluffing under all the petting.

First Aid still smelled of burnt wiring and his body screamed for another overload, but he had what he wanted. He lets out a low, groaning sigh as he rocks into the finger curling against his lining, angling his hips and turning around so that Rampage's hand cups his array and he can gind his exterior node against his palm.

"He's big, isn't he, Six?" he murmurs to the six changers as his own fingers stroke up the mech's spike, sliding over the overlapping plating and smearing the remnants of transfluid from his previous frag. He'd felt jealous before, but now the thought of them together was impossibly hot.

"And his thrusts are powerful. You'll feel it in your pelvic joints for days. I can't fit him..." First Aid trails off, sounding regretful. "But you can. Don't you want him inside you?"

First Aid looks up at Rampage and leans against him, turning his head to nuzzle into his chest and lay his audio against it, sighing as he listens to the hum of his spark.

"So, Rampage, what do you think I should do to him?"