Tarn screams into Sixshot's mouth, squirming as the thick knot is forced into his valve. He can't remember ever feeling so full in his entire life, and it is absolutely divine.

As the Phase Sixer continues to move, Tarn moans. His voice warbles eerily off key, dragging his partner's spark into a crushing embrace. mouth gaping against the other Decepticon's lips, He pants hot air while his hands slide to Sixshot's back to pull him closer.

"Harder, please Primus, harder," The breathy deep rasp of Tarn's voice is beginning to sound desperate as he tries to push back against the Sixer's spike in a needy grinding motion.