"Gladly."

Wing nudges Mayday onto his back and pulls away, grinning down at him as he presses teasing kisses to each of Mayday's knees and works his way up, pressing his lips to lubricant-slick plating before he nuzzles wet and soft at the length of Mayday's cord, shivering as he reaches down between his own legs and presses slow fingers to slick mesh, pressing a hungry little sound against sensor-dense plating.