Sex with the Commander of the DJD is bound to be many things, but vanilla is not one of them.

Tarn stares down at Sixshot, having caught himself against the slick wall when the Sixer went down to his knees. With a small huffed laugh, he settles a thigh over his partner's shoulder, interface panel front and center.

"Hm... did you like that? I can continue if you wish." Smug is the only word that could be used to describe Tarn's voice as he regards the Phase Sixer at his feet.