"Oooohhhhgod," Sixshot chokes, his thighs clattering against Rampage's sides, mouth full of the smell of First Aid's overload. The world condenses down to that thick scent, the small hand smearing mixed cum over his chest and the dense weight of the cord inside him... and for a small eternity that was all there was. His calipers tremble on the verge of climax every time the ridges flared inside him, the mesh still burning from the sudden stretch of the girth being pushed into his valve.

"First Aid," he gasps suddenly, squirming as he tries futilely to keep staving off the oncoming climax, raking his fingers down Rampage's thighs. "First Aid, I can't- hold on-"

He arches, then curls in on himself with a strangled noise, charge zipping over his plating in little rivers of light, venting sharp and short. There was a slight swell at the base of his cock already and it was getting so hard to keep holding back...