Rampage feels dizzy, giddy, overwhelmed... The connection feels different than his spark's usual senses, more intimate, more direct. First Aid fills him and his spark can feel himself in First Aid, and what a strange, circular sensation to feel his own emotions echoed back at him.
With a whine, he presses his forehead against the back of First Aid's helm, trying not to lose himself. He can feel himself inside Sixshot, cord aching against twitching calipers. First Aid is sliding Sixshot inside him and he can feel that too. Around him, inside him, Sixshot on the edge-
He wants to complete this loop, bring Sixshot in with them, but there's no way he can manage it. Can't even manage the words to ask. But this is good, too, this is good, this is so good...
With his mind lost to the throb of so many different pleasures, his body is left on autopilot and he begins to thrust, hot and heavy, burying himself to the hilt inside Sixshot over and over, striving for that sweet release.
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With a whine, he presses his forehead against the back of First Aid's helm, trying not to lose himself. He can feel himself inside Sixshot, cord aching against twitching calipers. First Aid is sliding Sixshot inside him and he can feel that too. Around him, inside him, Sixshot on the edge-
He wants to complete this loop, bring Sixshot in with them, but there's no way he can manage it. Can't even manage the words to ask. But this is good, too, this is good, this is so good...
With his mind lost to the throb of so many different pleasures, his body is left on autopilot and he begins to thrust, hot and heavy, burying himself to the hilt inside Sixshot over and over, striving for that sweet release.