Ambulon shutters his optics with a whine. The warm silky heat enveloping his spike is divine as Wing slides smoothly down his length. The fingers tracing along his anterior node earns a gasp. A burning heat fills him as his eyes flash back on, burning brightly with need.

"Ah- Wing! Please I need..." Normally he would be mortified, but he's just too turned on to care. "I need your fingers inside my valve."

His fingers clench harder into the armor gap, brushing rarely touched wires.