The teeth on his cheek guard sends a sharp little white spark of sensation through the overwhelming pleasure. He tilts his head back, leaving his throat vulnerable, his entire frame heaving as his vents drag cool air into his systems.
"Hh-ah-" He's still not entirely sure how to interpret what 'almost fit' means in this case but he's too aroused at this point to question further. The Sixer will just have to trust that his partners knew what they were doing- and god do they ever seem to know what the hell they were doing.
"Yes!" he whines, rocking his hips, trying to seat the fingers deeper inside him, venting sharply at the way their cords slid together. "Just- Primus, yes!" His own fingers slide under Rampage's to stroke over First Aid's exterior node, slipping through the gathering lube. His free hand moves up to cup one of the medic's chest vents and he draws a thumb over the slats, the legs hooked over Rampage's hip giving an impatient squeeze.
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"Hh-ah-" He's still not entirely sure how to interpret what 'almost fit' means in this case but he's too aroused at this point to question further. The Sixer will just have to trust that his partners knew what they were doing- and god do they ever seem to know what the hell they were doing.
"Yes!" he whines, rocking his hips, trying to seat the fingers deeper inside him, venting sharply at the way their cords slid together. "Just- Primus, yes!" His own fingers slide under Rampage's to stroke over First Aid's exterior node, slipping through the gathering lube. His free hand moves up to cup one of the medic's chest vents and he draws a thumb over the slats, the legs hooked over Rampage's hip giving an impatient squeeze.