Tarn make’s a noise of acknowledgement. As the fog of pleasure slowly dissipates he’s left with a distinct soreness, but it’s nothing he can’t handle. He’s had worse pain.

“I’ll be fine. Let’s just…relax for a moment.”

He reaches up to stroke the back of the wolf’s neck. He’s drained of energy, content to spend the foreseeable future under the warmth of his partner. The roaring of engines has begun to die down to a purr and the zaps of charge have become less frequent.

He’s never interfaced quite like that before. He knew that he liked it rough. Perhaps rougher than most. But, the raw power behind Sixshot’s beast mode was unmatched and exciting and exotic. Even if he hadn’t been pleasure drunk from flower spores he can imagine it would have ended very much the same way.