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Wing makes a soft, sympathetic noise, petting Mayday's hip gently.

"I'm sorry," he says. "You seem to have a particularly rough case." His grip shifts and his fingers start to draw delicate swirling patterns against the side of Mayday's pelvic block, instead, slow and coaxing.

"Would you like more?"

"I-I-I-" Mayday resets his vocalizer, Wing's soft touches making his voice hitch with static. "-I fell in a field."

A field of the flowers. He managed to avoid this for days in the safety of his home and then that. His luck is terrible.

Or possibly amazing because he honestly feels like he's living one of his novels right now. Might as well live the dream for awhile! He can feel morbidly embarrassed about the whole affair later.

For now he nods and squeaks out, "Mmhm."

"That'll explain it, yes," Wing says ruefully, nuzzling a soft kiss against Mayday's cheek. "It's the pollen from the flowers that's doing this."

He sighs contently and curls Mayday a little closer against his side, settling into the berth and dimming his optics as his hand slides in, curling around Mayday's spike and giving it a slow, gentle stroke. "How's this?" he asks, optics intent on Mayday's face, his voice a little staticky.

Mayday nods, flushing hotter as Wing kisses him. "P-p-p-ah- nh! Pipes told me!"

He gets the warm fuzzies thinking about Pipes, which are a bit different from the hot tingles that shoot through him as Wing grasps his spike. He gasps and arches, optics flickering.

"Ah-!"

"Oh," Wing says, humming thoughtfully as he tightens his grip, his pace steady and unhurried. "I met Pipes, er. Earlier." He clears his vocalizer of static and swallows a shiver. "He was affected as well. ...very sweet, though."

He looks down at Mayday, refocusing his attention. "Is this good?" he asks, dropping a light kiss onto Mayday's shoulder. "Not too much?"

"Mmm," Mayday hums happily, squirming as Wing strokes him. "H-he's the sweetest."

It'd be pretty nice if Pipes were here. He could hug him and then he'd know what to do with his hands instead of them wandering aimlessly about - pressed against his face guard, then clutching at his shoulders, then stretching above his head, then shyly tapping Wing..m

"It's- nh! It's good!"

And it's a good thing he's not standing, because Wing is positively reducing him to a trembling jelly.

Wing makes a warm, sweet little sound in his throat and leans into Mayday's brief touch, his cooling fans roaring now.

"Good," he gasps, thighs trembling, his grip still slow and steady against Mayday's spike. "Oh, Mayday, I'm--I'm sorry, I can't--" He buries his face in against Mayday's palm and moans, low and ragged, as his panels snap open, his spike pressurizing in a rush and a wash of lubricant running down his thighs to puddle on the berth. He drags in cool air, shivering and making a warm, needy little sound, his body slumping slightly in relief.

"Oh," he says, staticky and dazed, his optics flickering. His palm slides gently along Mayday's spike, squeezing with a sure, slow grip.

"O-oh-!" Mayday gasps as Wing's panels part. Looking down between them, his body gives a hot throb at the sight of Wing's cord and the drips of lubricant.

The next stroke of Wing's hand has him whining and squirming, finally clinging tight to Wing as he overloads again with a splash of fluid over his belly.

He has seen more dicks in person these past few days than in his entire life, and he's discovering that he very much likes it. Or maybe that's just the pollen talking.

Wing makes a low, lazy sound and strokes Mayday through his overload, nuzzling and licking and nibbling along Mayday's neck and shoulder. He resists the urge to push his hips in against Mayday's, shuddering against the berth, but he leans back away from Mayday again and settles, his fingers tracing slick along his spike before drawing away.

"Gorgeous," he sighs, watching Mayday's face, his own expression open and fond.

Mayday gasps, fans hitching repeatedly as Wing coaxes him through his climax until he sags limply against the berth. He's pretty sure he's melted every support strut in his body.

Smiling shyly up at Wing, his face blazes with heat when he speaks.

"M-me?! No, no, I mean you- but I'm not- I'm just- oh gosh-" He'd probably cover his face but it seems like too much trouble to lift his arms right now.

"Mmmm, well, I think so," Wing says, nibbling his lower lip as his own hand snakes down again, still slick with Mayday's fluids, to wrap around himself. He shudders, his whole body rattling against the berth as he swallows a desperate little sound.

"Please--is this all right? You don't have to, mmm, to do anything but relax there, but I need--" Wing's vocalizer shorts and he arches in place a little, his optics flickering. "I can't think like this, I just need to--"

Mayday's eyes follow Wing's hand down, and he bites his own lip as it curls around his length. Sweet Allspark, that spike looks so good.

His first attempt at a reply is a squeaky whimper, but after resetting his vocalizer he manages a hoarse, "It's fine."

Very fine. Wing is extremely fine. Wow.

He has a growing urge to have that inside him, tempered by the fact that he's a total wimp about pain and, well... Wing's cord is pretty big (compared to him) and hips are very, very narrow. His knees press together as lubricant leaks steadily from his valve and he whines his frustration.

Wing tenses when Mayday whimpers but can't hold back a shaking moan of relief when Mayday does manage to respond, heat flaring through him as he shifts.

"Thank you," he says, voice crackling as his free hand slides down as well, pressing between his legs. "Thank you, oh!" His teeth dig into his lower lip and a short, hungry sound wrenches from his throat as he pushes two fingers in, bucking helplessly down as his thumb finds his anterior node. It takes him no time at all after that, his hand working over his spike and his lips parted, body tensing suddenly as he cries out and his optics flare to a hot, molten gold as overload wrecks him in long, shivering spasms, lubricant spilling against the berth and fluid striping his belly. He slumps when he's done, hands sliding away slowly.

"Oh," he says again, sounding thoroughly dazed for a moment before he refocuses on Mayday's face, slowly coming back to himself. His voice is still a crackling half-moan. "Mayday..."

No matter how hard he presses his hands over his faceshield, they're incapable of smothering his overexcited giggles as he watches Wing pleasure himself with wide optics. He actually lets out a squeaky little moan as Wing presses fingers into himself, his own port clenching with sympathetic desire.

Sweet absent Allspark, but watching someone do this in person is way hotter than just reading about it in a raunchy novel.

He's venting heavily, face glowing red as Wing comes back to himself, and he gives a small wordless squeak as that warm gaze focuses on him. He almost overloads again right there when Wing moans his name.

Wing hums and brings slick fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean absently as he watches Mayday's flushed face, smiling at the way Mayday had been laughing.

"You're so sweet," he sighs once he's cleaned his hand off, reaching out to tug Mayday closer, his lips brushing Mayday's throat gently. "More? What would you like? I could touch you again." His voice drops to a low, warm rumble as he nips very teasingly at Mayday's shoulder, almost purring. "You could have me, too, if that's something you'd want."

Mayday squirms as Wing cleans his fingers, simultaneously aroused and wondering if that's hygienic. Priorities.

He lets out a breathless little sigh as Wing kisses his throat, feeling utterly seduced at the moment. What a gentlebot!

"M-more!" he squeaks. "Oh Allspark- I- I could?"

As in. As in him... Inside Wing? Because that would be. Wow. That would be really wow!

Wing shivers and sighs, warm air heaving from his vents.

"Oh, yes," he says, low and thick, almost hungry. "I'd like that very much if you would. Or the other way around. Or whatever you'd like. This is just..." Wing sighs again, sounding deeply content and nuzzling in against Mayday's shoulder. "Very nice. Thank you."

Wing is thanking him. Thanking him. For sex! Even though he's so very inexperienced and awkward about it! More giggles burst out of him as the absurdity of it all, and because he's actually pretty flattered by it all.

"O-oh, could I- please- in you?" The other way around sounds great too, but his hips are so very narrow. Maybe he should save that for someone more his size. Like Pipes. Oh gosh, having Pipes. Inside him. He whines out loud at thought.

Shyly, he reaches out and strokes Wing's helm very gently.

Wing hums low in his throat, almost a purr over his idling engine, and leans into the gentle touch at his helm.

"Yes, please. That sounds lovely." He kisses at Mayday's jawline, nibbling softly as he presses closer, just gathering him up. "Would you like me on my back, or vice versa?" His lips find the edge of Mayday's faceplate, kissing gently. "And is there anything else you want?"

"Could- um. Could you be on t-top?" Little gasps and moans escape him as Wing holds him close and kisses him softly. "I don't, uh. I don't really. Know what I'm doing."

No, really, he's inexperienced. Hard to believe, truly.

Hesitantly he nuzzles his faceplate against Wing's cheek.

"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.

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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