Wing buries his face against Wing's pelvic block near the base of his spike and bites his lip on a scream as he overloads, hearing it catch in his throat and ratchet up into a helpless, binary whine then fritz into static as though it was someone else's voice. His hips stay still as he shakes above Ambulon, feeling sensation wring him out like a rag over and over, his optics flickering and his hands closing convulsively on Ambulon's plating.

"Oh," he moans once it subsides and he's able to speak, vocalizer still crackling. "Oh. Ambulon..." He pulls out of Ambulon's mouth and manages not to shove his knee anywhere too critical as he turns himself rightway round again and half-collapses against Ambulon's side, pressing shaky kisses to his shoulder, his throat, the side of his face.

"That felt so good," he breathes, voice still shaky as he curls a hand around Ambulon and strokes, slow and hard. "Thank you."