Eventually, the sharp, hot surges of charge ease, dying down to static zipping between his joints. It leaves him shuddering and raw, braced over Tarn's hot frame as his armor plates flare to release the build up of heat under them with a low hiss of steam.

Sixshot gasps as if he were just waking, easing his teeth apart with the utmost care. His optics suddenly focus on Tarn's face as pushes some of his weight off of his partner, gaze sharp and sane.

"... You're bleeding."

He doesn't sound surprised, but he doesn't sound entirely pleased with the matter either. It wouldn't be the first time Sixshot had accidentally wounded a lover and it was especially worrying when he very much wasn't in control of his actions.

"Anything critical?"