If there'd been any more time for him to build up charge since his last overload, Rampage would have gone over again right then and there. His head swims with threefold pleasure, Sixshot's ecstasy sending pulses shivering up and down his spine, First Aid's overload making his spark throb and shiver. Even the tight clench of Sixshot's hands pressing dents into his knees feels amazing.
Venting heavily, he curls both his arms around Sixshot as First Aid frees up his hand, too overwhelmed to start thrusting, though the ridges lining his cord flare with each throb of his spark.
Then his optics catch the blue glow and he's transfixed by the delicate pulse of First Aid's spark.
"Beautiful," he mutters, both in awe and a bit of jealousy. He hardly notices the sweet touches on his own spark - though it flashes excitedly against First Aid's fingertips - or the unspooling of cables. But when the connection slides home he gasps and his hips slam reflexively into Sixshot.
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Venting heavily, he curls both his arms around Sixshot as First Aid frees up his hand, too overwhelmed to start thrusting, though the ridges lining his cord flare with each throb of his spark.
Then his optics catch the blue glow and he's transfixed by the delicate pulse of First Aid's spark.
"Beautiful," he mutters, both in awe and a bit of jealousy. He hardly notices the sweet touches on his own spark - though it flashes excitedly against First Aid's fingertips - or the unspooling of cables. But when the connection slides home he gasps and his hips slam reflexively into Sixshot.