There's a pitched screech of metal crumpling as Sixshot drags a set of claws down the berth, his frantic gasps underlining Tarn's moan's.

"Tarn," the name slips past his teeth as he presses his nose against the mech's shoulder, jaws parted and optics dim. He curls a paw under his lover's aft as their coupling gets more frantic, the thumps of each thrust rocking the bed hard enough to make the metal rattle and squeak.

Curling his tongue over Tarn's throat, he tastes the static fuzz of electricity as it begins to accumulate over their plating.