Mayday gasps, fans hitching repeatedly as Wing coaxes him through his climax until he sags limply against the berth. He's pretty sure he's melted every support strut in his body.

Smiling shyly up at Wing, his face blazes with heat when he speaks.

"M-me?! No, no, I mean you- but I'm not- I'm just- oh gosh-" He'd probably cover his face but it seems like too much trouble to lift his arms right now.