Tarn reaches up with shaky fingers, flicking open the clasps holding the mask to his face when Sixshot climbs up the length of his body. His lover's lips are warm against his own as he slides the purple insignia up and away from his mouth. His hips shift in their mess as he tries to pull the Phase Sixer down to his chest.

He's sore, but he's warm...and for once he's content. His engine purrs lowly in pleasure as he stretches his legs.

"Thank you... truly. It's nice to have someone familiar." Tarn rumbles, lips sliding against Sixshot's cheek.