First Aid can reassure Sixshot all he wants. Rampage is busy finger-fucking the two living people he likes most.

He does offer, "I almost fit." And as Sixshot can feel, Rampage is thicker than he is.

No more talking for now though. Nibbling at the edge of Sixshot's head he releases a long moan. There's slickness on both his hands now and it feels good on his fingers, as does the clench of calipers around them. And the feeling of cords against cords-! He bites harder as the ridges lining his spike catch against those of his partners'.

Rocking his hips gently, he groans, "Is this enough fingers?"

He's not sure which of them he's asking.