Ambulon doesn't hear Wing. Instead he finds himself helplessly chasing his oncoming overload, head thrown back and optics fritzing wildly as he bucks into the tight clenching heat of his partner's valve.

His mouth hangs open as he gasps, trying to cool his overheated systems. With trembling hands, he tightens his grip on Wing's waist.

"Close--"

His voice is quivers and crackles with static as he looks up pleadingly at that handsome grinning face.