Tarn bucks into Sixshot's skilled touches, frame hissing as he begins to overheat.

"F-Frag, Sixshot, please!" He pants against his partner's plating, purple fingers scrambling for something to anchor himself with. The thickness of the knot stretches him ever wider and Tarn desperately pushes harder against it. His port aches and clenches as his exterior node swells with excess charge, overload slowly beginning to creep up on him.