"Oh, I-" It's almost too much for First Aid, but it is too much for Rampage. Even without his inexperience it's so much. Bodies moving against bodies, the heat and friction of their cords together, the gasping voices, the crackling pulse of charge between them, his spark throbbing with his own pleasure and Sixshot's pleasure and First Aid's pleasure-
With a groan pressed into Sixshot's cheek and a hard shudder, trans-fluid spills between them all in thick bursts. It hardly makes a dent in his charge, not with his friends still aching so near.
His spike is still stiff as he slides it out from between their three bodies to press between Sixshot's legs. His fingers withdraw, slick with lubricant now, making room to press the head of his cock against Sixshot's entrance.
His spark hasn't even settled from his overload when he spreads his chest wide for First Aid, the rippling light of the acid green storm in his chest spilling out across First Aid's back.
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With a groan pressed into Sixshot's cheek and a hard shudder, trans-fluid spills between them all in thick bursts. It hardly makes a dent in his charge, not with his friends still aching so near.
His spike is still stiff as he slides it out from between their three bodies to press between Sixshot's legs. His fingers withdraw, slick with lubricant now, making room to press the head of his cock against Sixshot's entrance.
His spark hasn't even settled from his overload when he spreads his chest wide for First Aid, the rippling light of the acid green storm in his chest spilling out across First Aid's back.