Ambulon sputters slightly as pulse after pulse of transfluid is pumped down his intake. Wing’s unfettered cries and staticky moans have charge arching from the medic's plating as he slowly begins to come down. He swallows every drop of what Wing has to offer, licking stray smears from his scorching array.

As his parter rights himself, Ambulon looks over at him with lust clouded optics. His mouth hangs open as he pants ragged gasps of air, trying to cool his overheated system. The light kisses and kind words of thanks are barely registered as his attention is zeroed in on the warm hand pumping his spike. His back bows as he ruts into that tight grip, moaning Wing’s name.