Ambulon makes a whimpering groan of his own as charge flares wildly in his circuits. Wing’s fingers brush his deepest sensors and fill him perfectly. He wiggles a bit beneath the weight of his partner, the burning pleasure becoming too much for him to just lay still. He pants around the thick length of spike in his mouth, legs kicking a bit as he tries to keep from screaming. The pressure of the suction around his own spike is wild erotic and sears pleasure into his very being.

He loops an arm around Wing’s hips, urging them down. The movement slides his spike slightly down Ambulon’s intake as he swallows around the intrusion, nose pressing firmly against his partner’s node.