Tarn takes a quick glance down at the viscous lubricant dripping down his inner thigh.

"Ah...so I am."

The world around him has become a hazy mess. The only thing he is able to focus on is his building charge and the desire radiating from First Aid's field. He knows that he should leave. The tiny Autobot is the last person who should be seeing him like this, but somehow he's only moved closer. as he does so, the scent of arousal spends him spinning into what could only be a terrible decision.

Tarn's legs give out completely as he falls to his knees.

"Help me."

he manages to make the statement sound more like a command rather than the desperate plea that it actually is.