Rampage lets Sixshot's weight pull him to the ground, giving a little huff as he braces his knees awkwardly to keep all of his own considerable mass from pressing onto First Aid. It's not easy to keep your balance when both your hands are occupied.
He presses his forehead against Sixshot's affectionately, dim optics curiously watching his expression, only to flicker as Sixshot's fingers slide over his heavy spike. It throbs with charge against his hands as he listens to First Aid, and he moans at the thought of plunging his cock deep inside the warm confines of Sixshot's port.
Tightening his grip on First Aid, his finger buried deep inside him and palm grinding back against him, he gives a heavy thrust forward, spike sliding deliciously against warm metal.
"I-" Slag, it's hard to think with so much arousal swimming through his head and spark. The gentle nuzzles against his chest have his chest plates loosening in memory of his last time with the small mech. "Nnh, you should... ride him." He punctuates this decision with a few hard thrusts of his fingers inside Sixshot. "He should fit."
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He presses his forehead against Sixshot's affectionately, dim optics curiously watching his expression, only to flicker as Sixshot's fingers slide over his heavy spike. It throbs with charge against his hands as he listens to First Aid, and he moans at the thought of plunging his cock deep inside the warm confines of Sixshot's port.
Tightening his grip on First Aid, his finger buried deep inside him and palm grinding back against him, he gives a heavy thrust forward, spike sliding deliciously against warm metal.
"I-" Slag, it's hard to think with so much arousal swimming through his head and spark. The gentle nuzzles against his chest have his chest plates loosening in memory of his last time with the small mech. "Nnh, you should... ride him." He punctuates this decision with a few hard thrusts of his fingers inside Sixshot. "He should fit."