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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."

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