[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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[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."