"Oh," Wing says softly as Ambulon arches under him, his optics going soft and warm. He lets go of his spike and leans both hands on Ambulon's chest, grinding down against him hard and leaning in to run his lips along the lower edge of Ambulon's helm, kissing softly at his cheek.

"Go on," he hums into Ambulon's audial, his hips still moving, cooling fans laboring hard. He kisses up to Ambulon's mouth, tongue stroking over his lower lip before he pulls back just enough to see Ambulon's face. "I want you to."