[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]

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..."

[scaredybot]

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.

[knightlite]

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."

[scaredybot]

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!

[knightlite]

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."

[scaredybot]

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.

[knightlite]

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?"

[scaredybot]

"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.

[knightlite]

"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.

[scaredybot]

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."