Climax hits Sixshot in a sudden, hammering jolt. His fingers leave deep imprints in Tarn's thigh plating as he wrenches his partner down into a final, wall warping, thrust and holds them there, power plant growling loud enough to rattle the whole room.

This time, Sixshot tastes energon on his tongue when he bites down, the fizz of electricity against his lips. He squeezes Tarn's cord with a wordless gasp as the knot swells into his final size and traps the hot gush of his transfluids behind it, pulsing heavily against valve walls.