Rampage's overload did it for him. The surge of energy rippling over his own plating and the pulsing cock beneath his own sets his own sensors ablaze. He jerks back, his body freezing as he overloads around Rampage's fingers, his own spike jetting a spurt of transfluid. He cries out, his visor so bright it was almost white, and his fingers press down hard into Sixshot's plating. He's trembling as it passes, his fans whirling, and little shocks of static jump off his armor.

Sorry for adding to the mess, Six.

It doesn't do much for his own pent up charge either. He'd spent too long holding it back that his charge levels had skyrocketed. Looking at Sixshot's armor, splattered with the mixture of his and Rampage's cum and lubricant, makes First Aid's valve clench in desire. Tension grows in the pit of his stomach and he groans, rubbing his hands over the seams of Sixshot's chest.

"You look so good like this," he sighs, smearing some of the cum with his thumb.

Even if he was facing Rampage, he wouldn't have been able to rub his core against him if he was impaled on Sixshot's cock, so he has to improvise. First Aid lifts himself gingerly off Rampage's fingers and turns to face him, own chest plating parting. His spark is small and blue, but it's swollen with charge, pulsing with excitement.

Gently, he reaches for Rampage's spark, brushing his fingers over the casing, laughing at the tingle of it against his palm. It feels different than other sparks, but a good sort of different, and he traces the edge of the core until he finds one of his ports, flicking it open and pulling his cabling free.

"Let's get you hooked up." He takes the first cable, sliding it home into one of his spark ports, and then gasps at the surge through his systems.