"What, you don't make getting drugged with aphrodisiacs a regular habit? Goodness, I can't imagine why not." Wing grins at him and reaches out, just sliding an arm around Pipes' shoulders and nudging a kiss against the side of his helm. It's chaste, almost friendly, despite how close Wing is and the obvious heat rolling off his frame.

"I don't think this is well-charted territory for anybody here, and I wouldn't worry too much about 'supposed to.'" Wing's fingers shift, running along the seams and edges in Pipes' shoulder absently. "All I ask is that you tell me if you'r uncomfortable or want to stop or take a break. Anything else we can work out as we go."