"We should do this more," Sixshot purrs between kisses, letting Tarn pull him down, chest to chest, radiating warmth and satisfaction. "You know, when we're not hopped up on weird plant dust."

He runs his tongue delicately over the scars on his lover's lips, framing his arms around the taller mech's helm. Their thighs slide comfortably together and Sixshot slowly lets himself really relax. It wasn't going to last too long, not with the pollen still humming in their systems, but for now... for now he was content.