Wing cries out without lifting his head, the sound vibrating around Ambulon's length as his whole body shakes, trembling fiercely where he's braced above Ambulon against the berth. He sucks harder, pressing his fingers deep and resisting the urge to rock his hips, his thighs shaking and his lower back bowing.

He vents hard and struggles to focus, already too close to the edge from his own self-service before and the fierce swell of charge growing in him. He presses Ambulon in to the baseplate and swallows, stroking slowly against the slick walls of his valve and shuttering his optics entirely as he he works and tries to keep his mind off the heat coiling tight in his own belly.