Wing smiles sweetly up at him, watching his face as he drags his tongue slowly up the length of Ambulon's spike before he presses his lips to the tip in a soft kiss then lets Ambulon stretch them open. He hums low in his throat as he sinks down, sucking gently and moving in short, slow pushes as he slides Ambulon deeper and deeper, shivering all over. He moans, low and raw as his lips press to Ambulon's baseplate, a shudder wracking him, his hips rocking unconsciously down against the berth.

One arm pins Ambulon's hips and his free hand slides up, petting lightly at his thighs before he touches soft fingertips to wet mesh, rubbing between Ambulon's legs to slick them before he strokes light, careful circles against Ambulon's anterior node, settling in against him and working sensitive plating with tongue and fingers as he squirms with lazy heat.