Ambulon's optics flash brightly as Wing mounts his spike, sliding down in one smooth motion. His slick, sensitive valve clutches him so perfectly, working the medic closer and closer to his overload.

He slides his hands up Wing’s sides to clutch at his waist, trying to ground himself.

“Wing— Please, that feels so good…” Ambulon's voice cracks with static and he works his hips in circles, trying to get as deep as possible into that perfect valve. “H-harder, ride me harder— please, Primus--."