[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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[knightlite]

"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.

[knightlite]

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."