Wing makes a taut, helpless sound into the kiss as their hips press together, clutching at Ambulon and shuddering bodily for a moment before he pulls back to drag in cooler air, his optics blazing. He leans in and grips Ambulon tight for a moment, pressing a fierce kiss to his mouth before he presses Ambulon down onto his back and nudges his thighs apart, venting hard.

Then pulls back almost entirely, kissing at the center of Ambulon's breastplate, then down his belly, then over his hip. He hums low in his throat, his lips brushing the base of Ambulon's spike before he licks gently between his equipment covers, nuzzling at him. He pauses and looks up, hands on Ambulon's thighs, optics bright.

"May I?" he asks against sensitive plating, fairly sure of the answer--but it never hurts to double-check.