[LAZIEST CATCH-ALL FOR SEX POLLEN]

[knightlite]

[Wing will be spending a great deal of time meditating quietly in various places or wandering around exploring to take his mind off the pollen.]

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[legthwise]

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--."

[knightlite]

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."

[legthwise]

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.

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"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."

[legthwise]

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.

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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."