Mayday's eyes follow Wing's hand down, and he bites his own lip as it curls around his length. Sweet Allspark, that spike looks so good.

His first attempt at a reply is a squeaky whimper, but after resetting his vocalizer he manages a hoarse, "It's fine."

Very fine. Wing is extremely fine. Wow.

He has a growing urge to have that inside him, tempered by the fact that he's a total wimp about pain and, well... Wing's cord is pretty big (compared to him) and hips are very, very narrow. His knees press together as lubricant leaks steadily from his valve and he whines his frustration.