Medic hands are typically sensitive. They're designed to be able to determine ailments by touch and First Aid's hands are no exception. The slide of soft lips over the sensors in his hands and the gentle sucking sends charge straight to his already throbbing interface array.
As Wing's lips release his hand and travels down his stomach, his plating starts to ratttle with small shivers.
"Oh, god, please yes."
He doesn't have the strength in him to say no. He doesn't even know who in their right mind would, let alone if they were as charged up as him. First Aid at least has enough presence of mind to fumble with the valve for the shower and shut it off, but not to ask for Wing's name as his hands move to the finials and rub slow, firm circles over the tips of each one.
A flesh glob of lubricant was already sliding down his leg, making a sticky path towards his knee. His spike was twitching at the warm venting against it, fluid already beading at the tip.
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As Wing's lips release his hand and travels down his stomach, his plating starts to ratttle with small shivers.
"Oh, god, please yes."
He doesn't have the strength in him to say no. He doesn't even know who in their right mind would, let alone if they were as charged up as him. First Aid at least has enough presence of mind to fumble with the valve for the shower and shut it off, but not to ask for Wing's name as his hands move to the finials and rub slow, firm circles over the tips of each one.
A flesh glob of lubricant was already sliding down his leg, making a sticky path towards his knee. His spike was twitching at the warm venting against it, fluid already beading at the tip.