Mayday's face - quite literally - glows as he watches Wing move over him, each little kiss sending tremors through him. Soft gasps escape his parted lips, rising into a high moan as Wing nuzzles his cord.
Thin fingers clutch helplessly at air as he tries not to squirm too much. "W-w-Wing."
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Thin fingers clutch helplessly at air as he tries not to squirm too much. "W-w-Wing."