Steam streaming off of his body, Sixshot cycles air through his vents in a long, low sigh before he lets himself sag, the weight of Tarn's limp frame pulling him down. Very slowly and very, very carefully, he tugs his teeth out of Tarn's shoulder and laps away the streaks of energon left behind.
The knot at the base of his cord starts to shrink at last, letting previously sealed fluids splash messily over the berth and the Sixer spares a moment to lament having to clean that up. It's not a very long moment: he's quickly distracted.
Rearing back, the massive wolf transforms into his root mode, shunting his mass into subspace and gouging a few new holes into the walls in the process as well. He sits, panting between Tarn's fluid stained thighs for a moment, just watching his lover, cord still half hard against his hip.
Then he lazily leans forwards onto his hands and knees, mask sliding apart as he crawls up the length of Tarn's body in order to give the mech a warm, slow, kiss.
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The knot at the base of his cord starts to shrink at last, letting previously sealed fluids splash messily over the berth and the Sixer spares a moment to lament having to clean that up. It's not a very long moment: he's quickly distracted.
Rearing back, the massive wolf transforms into his root mode, shunting his mass into subspace and gouging a few new holes into the walls in the process as well. He sits, panting between Tarn's fluid stained thighs for a moment, just watching his lover, cord still half hard against his hip.
Then he lazily leans forwards onto his hands and knees, mask sliding apart as he crawls up the length of Tarn's body in order to give the mech a warm, slow, kiss.