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Ambulon Stares back dumbfounded for a moment. Wing can’t be real. People don’t actually act like this in real life. The tiniest smile plays at the corner of his mouth before huffs a laugh, lips cracking into a dopey grin.

He peppers a few light kisses along Wing’s cheek and lips before pausing to linger a bit longer, tongue venturing out to slide along the bottom of his partner’s lip.

Wing's whole face lights up when Ambulon smiles back and laughs, wriggling a little as Ambulon kisses his face. He moans quietly as Ambulon licks at his mouth and presses closer, their tongues tangling as his hands wander, digging gently into seams and stroking wires as they slide down. His thumbs trace Ambulon's hips and one sneaks in, though he doesn't quite brush against Ambulon's panel, hesitating.

"Let me?" he half-groans into Ambulon's neck, tracking quick, nipping kisses over his shoulder then down his breastplate, his palms pressing flat to warm plating. "Please?"

He gives the most subtle nod, bracing himself and retracting his panel. A few drops of lubricant drip to the berth from his charge swollen valve, and his spike extends ridge by ridge. It brushes against Wing’s, drawing a low, staticy moan from Ambulon. His hips slide forward, spike rutting more insistently against spike.

“How do you want to…” He trails off slightly; unsure. He covers it by kissing Wing deeply, sliding his tongue against against his partner’s in time with that of their spikes. Slowly, he feels the charge begin to pull him under, mind becoming slightly more foggy.

Wing makes a taut, helpless sound into the kiss as their hips press together, clutching at Ambulon and shuddering bodily for a moment before he pulls back to drag in cooler air, his optics blazing. He leans in and grips Ambulon tight for a moment, pressing a fierce kiss to his mouth before he presses Ambulon down onto his back and nudges his thighs apart, venting hard.

Then pulls back almost entirely, kissing at the center of Ambulon's breastplate, then down his belly, then over his hip. He hums low in his throat, his lips brushing the base of Ambulon's spike before he licks gently between his equipment covers, nuzzling at him. He pauses and looks up, hands on Ambulon's thighs, optics bright.

"May I?" he asks against sensitive plating, fairly sure of the answer--but it never hurts to double-check.

He hums, bucking eagerly into the kisses on his chest and belly. As Wing continues even further his optic’s brighten and his mouth falls open to pant raggedly. Ambulon’s finger’s wedge into a gap in the mech’s plating, holding on for dear life. His entire body quivers with need and his valve squeezes out a thick bead of lubricant in anticipation.

“Please!” it’s a breathless gasp but he gives his consent clear as day.

He can't recall any of his, admittedly few, interfaces being like this. For someone who he's just met, Wing is so gentle and considerate and Primus is Ambulon turned on. He can barely take the tiny pause at all and his hips wiggle eagerly.

Wing smiles sweetly up at him, watching his face as he drags his tongue slowly up the length of Ambulon's spike before he presses his lips to the tip in a soft kiss then lets Ambulon stretch them open. He hums low in his throat as he sinks down, sucking gently and moving in short, slow pushes as he slides Ambulon deeper and deeper, shivering all over. He moans, low and raw as his lips press to Ambulon's baseplate, a shudder wracking him, his hips rocking unconsciously down against the berth.

One arm pins Ambulon's hips and his free hand slides up, petting lightly at his thighs before he touches soft fingertips to wet mesh, rubbing between Ambulon's legs to slick them before he strokes light, careful circles against Ambulon's anterior node, settling in against him and working sensitive plating with tongue and fingers as he squirms with lazy heat.

Ambulon shutters his optics with a whine. The warm silky heat enveloping his spike is divine as Wing slides smoothly down his length. The fingers tracing along his anterior node earns a gasp. A burning heat fills him as his eyes flash back on, burning brightly with need.

"Ah- Wing! Please I need..." Normally he would be mortified, but he's just too turned on to care. "I need your fingers inside my valve."

His fingers clench harder into the armor gap, brushing rarely touched wires.

Wing moans around Ambulon's length, a shiver wracking him before he pulls back and spreads his legs wider, ducking down. His mouth finds a bare patch of paint on Ambulon's inner thigh, lingering there before he moves up to press his lips to wet mesh, parting them, tasting slowly. His tongue slides in, curling to lick up lubricant and making a helpless, hungry little noise before shifting up to close his mouth against Ambulon's anterior node. His tongue works against it, hard and rough, while his fingers slip in to touch at Ambulon's entrance. Two slide in deep, slow and steady, until they can stroke at the terminus of Ambulon's valve in gentle circles and he resists the urge to reach down between his own legs with his free hand.

His head pulls back, mouth wet, optics a little wild with heat, and he leans in to close his mouth around Ambulon again, thumb pressing to his anterior node and his tongue working along the underside of his spike. His noises are louder now, needy little hitches in his vocalizer as Ambulon squirms, enough to sound like its his own spike getting sucked as he writhes a little between Ambulon's legs, wet and hard and empty and aching but not demanding more.

Ambulon is not quiet. He thrashes under Wing's ministrations sobbing with pleasure. His cooling fans roar loudly, nearly muffling his sharp cries. The entirety of the world seems to fade away leaving nothing but the feeling finger’s filling him and the slickness of that hot tongue traveling to the most sensitive points of his interface array. Ambulon’s valve clenches eagerly trying to pull those digits back every time they slide out.

Even without the hungry moans and lustful stares, Ambulon can feel his need. The scent of charge and ozone bleed off of his thrumming frame in waves. His voice crackles with static as he tries to piece together a thought.

“I have an idea…” He relaxes back the best he can, “If you straddle my face I can— I can return the favor."

Wing's optics widen and snap up to Ambulon's face, looking startled for a moment before he slides his fingers out and draws back, biting his lower lip hard.

"Oh, please," he says, stunned, voice thick with static. "I--let me--" He gives one last, slow lick to the tip of Ambulon's spike and sucks his fingers clean absently as he shifts. His thighs are wet almost down to his knees and his own spike is achingly pressurized, biolights bright along the shaft. He clambers up and settles his knees just above Ambulon's shoulders, then stretches out along his body, pressing kisses as he settles his elbows down by Ambulon's hips. He leans in, lips nuzzling softly at the tip of Ambulon's spike before he takes him in again, sucking softly, one hand slipping under Ambulon's thigh to push slow fingertips against his valve again, slipping in.

"Mmmm?" he purrs, bracing his knees comfortably, ready to shift if Ambulon needs him to and shivering as he rocks forward, sliding Ambulon a little deeper down his intake.

Ambulon’s optics brighten as Wing’s lubricant slick array settles near his face. His fingers reach up to gently trace down his twitching spike, just barely teasing it before he takes it firmly in hand, giving it a few solid strokes. Shimmying down a bit, he guides it to his mouth, peppering wet kisses up its length. Shuttering his optics, he laves his tongue over its thick head before slowly sliding it into the heat of his mouth with a low hungry moan. His spike is thick enough to stretch Ambulon’s jaw wide and it sits heavily on his tongue, leaking charge against the medic’s intake.

His free hand grip’s at Wing’s hips, before slowly circling his slick, dripping valve. Massaging his anterior node with gentle rubs, Ambulon uses the copious amounts of lubricant smeared across his array to ease the slide.

Wing cries out without lifting his head, the sound vibrating around Ambulon's length as his whole body shakes, trembling fiercely where he's braced above Ambulon against the berth. He sucks harder, pressing his fingers deep and resisting the urge to rock his hips, his thighs shaking and his lower back bowing.

He vents hard and struggles to focus, already too close to the edge from his own self-service before and the fierce swell of charge growing in him. He presses Ambulon in to the baseplate and swallows, stroking slowly against the slick walls of his valve and shuttering his optics entirely as he he works and tries to keep his mind off the heat coiling tight in his own belly.

Ambulon makes a whimpering groan of his own as charge flares wildly in his circuits. Wing’s fingers brush his deepest sensors and fill him perfectly. He wiggles a bit beneath the weight of his partner, the burning pleasure becoming too much for him to just lay still. He pants around the thick length of spike in his mouth, legs kicking a bit as he tries to keep from screaming. The pressure of the suction around his own spike is wild erotic and sears pleasure into his very being.

He loops an arm around Wing’s hips, urging them down. The movement slides his spike slightly down Ambulon’s intake as he swallows around the intrusion, nose pressing firmly against his partner’s node.

Wing moans as Ambulon pulls him in, shuddering, his valve wet and his whole body tensing desperately before he has to pull away from Ambulon's spike, biting at his hip and his fingers clutching at the berth.

"I can't," he sobs, shaking all over, one hand clutching at Ambulon's thigh. "Ambulon, I'm so close, I'm sorry, I can't--"

Ambulon doesn’t answer. His hand rubs reassuring circles at Wing's lower back, urging him let go to take his pleasure. The medic'a fingers pick up their pace, thrusting and curling against the charge swollen mesh walls of his partner’s valve. The amount of lubricant that he draws on each pull is frankly obscene; but really it only makes Ambulon’s charge climb faster.

Slowly, he draws back from the spike twitching against his tongue, before engulfing him again in one smooth swallow, holding fast against his base-plate. He owes this to Wing; after all he is the one who interrupted him in the first place.

Wing buries his face against Wing's pelvic block near the base of his spike and bites his lip on a scream as he overloads, hearing it catch in his throat and ratchet up into a helpless, binary whine then fritz into static as though it was someone else's voice. His hips stay still as he shakes above Ambulon, feeling sensation wring him out like a rag over and over, his optics flickering and his hands closing convulsively on Ambulon's plating.

"Oh," he moans once it subsides and he's able to speak, vocalizer still crackling. "Oh. Ambulon..." He pulls out of Ambulon's mouth and manages not to shove his knee anywhere too critical as he turns himself rightway round again and half-collapses against Ambulon's side, pressing shaky kisses to his shoulder, his throat, the side of his face.

"That felt so good," he breathes, voice still shaky as he curls a hand around Ambulon and strokes, slow and hard. "Thank you."

Ambulon sputters slightly as pulse after pulse of transfluid is pumped down his intake. Wing’s unfettered cries and staticky moans have charge arching from the medic's plating as he slowly begins to come down. He swallows every drop of what Wing has to offer, licking stray smears from his scorching array.

As his parter rights himself, Ambulon looks over at him with lust clouded optics. His mouth hangs open as he pants ragged gasps of air, trying to cool his overheated system. The light kisses and kind words of thanks are barely registered as his attention is zeroed in on the warm hand pumping his spike. His back bows as he ruts into that tight grip, moaning Wing’s name.

Wing leans in and kisses him, hard and slow, licking into Ambulon's mouth and moaning shakily as he tastes himself, his optics pale and blazing when he finally draws away. He lets go of Ambulon briefly, but only to push himself up onto shaky knees and straddle Ambulon's hips, rubbing the slick heat of his valve against Ambulon's length before he arches and pushes down, sliding Ambulon into him.

"Oh," he chokes, voice ragged with static--he's achingly sensitive, and he clenches down helplessly as Ambulon slides deep. "Ambulon--"

Ambulon's optics flash brightly as Wing mounts his spike, sliding down in one smooth motion. His slick, sensitive valve clutches him so perfectly, working the medic closer and closer to his overload.

He slides his hands up Wing’s sides to clutch at his waist, trying to ground himself.

“Wing— Please, that feels so good…” Ambulon's voice cracks with static and he works his hips in circles, trying to get as deep as possible into that perfect valve. “H-harder, ride me harder— please, Primus--."

Wing moans as Ambulon pleads with him, tipping his head back and making short, hungry sounds in his throat as he shoves his hips down, his legs still shaky but his spike already starting to pressurize again. He reaches down and curls a hand around it, stroking in time with his short, rough thrusts and his optics dimmed and fixed on Ambulon's face.

"Can turn us over and let you frag me, if you like," he says, his voice crackling. His face breaks into a breathless grin and he clenches down hard, slow and deliberate. "Doesn't seem fair to make you do all the work, though."

Ambulon doesn't hear Wing. Instead he finds himself helplessly chasing his oncoming overload, head thrown back and optics fritzing wildly as he bucks into the tight clenching heat of his partner's valve.

His mouth hangs open as he gasps, trying to cool his overheated systems. With trembling hands, he tightens his grip on Wing's waist.

"Close--"

His voice is quivers and crackles with static as he looks up pleadingly at that handsome grinning face.

"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."

Embarrassingly enough, its not the erotic sight of Wing writhing atop his spike that gets Ambulon in the end. No, its the gentle press of lips against his cheek and the swipe of a tongue against his lips.

He isn’t sure that he’s ever interfaced like this before… With so much care and mutual respect. It’s such a novelty for him.

Biting his lip, Ambulon gives one last buck into the tightness of Wing’s valve. His optics flare brightly as a powerful overload consumes him; searing more delicate circuits. a static-laced, strained moan of pleasure tears itself from his throat as his hands erratically adjust their grip on Wing’s plating.

Slowly, he begins to come down, slumping strutlessly into a puddle of their mixed fluids.

Wing's breath shakes as he presses down, reaching down to stroke himself hard and slow through Ambulon's orgasm, his body tightening helplessly. He watches Ambulon as he shakes, listens to him cry out, and overload wrenches through him again, his spike striping Ambulon's plating as his body squeezes down over and over before he finally slumps down against Ambulon, shaking a little.

"Oh," he says, sounding dazed, nuzzling under Ambulon's jaw and shivering slightly. "Mmm. Gorgeous."

[LAZIEST CATCH-ALL FOR SEX POLLEN]

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