Tarn’s thighs grip at Sixshot as he shifts his weight, spike throbbing against the DJD Commander’s over-sensitized valve. He swears the tip still bumps his ceiling node with the slightest movement. His own mounting charge is becoming difficult to ignore as the effects of the pollen begins to make itself known once more.

His hands settle gently over the wolf’s shoulders as he leans into the nuzzle. He doesn’t respond, instead he tentatively grinds his valve further onto Sixshot’s swollen chord with a soft sigh. His anterior node smears gathered lubricant and spots of energon against the six changer’s baseplate with each rub.