His optics shudder as Perceptor continues to encourage him, continues to want and take and Primus is it glorious. It's patients like this that make his entire practice worth it; patients like Perceptor that make Rung feel adored and worshiped and that's what he loves. Why he uses them.

Hand finding the sniper's scope again, he clenches it tightly as he leans over some, hunching over the other as it becomes harder and harder to stay upright. His sensors are going crazy, the sensations the other is creating--Primus is he taking it deeper?--making it near impossible for Rung to focus completely.

He does, however, have enough focus to just let go, unable to last more than a few minutes more before his overload hits. A cry escapes the therapist as his body goes rigid for a brief moment before it just erupts in trembles as his fluid floods Perceptor's mouth, Rung clinging to the other--to his scope--as he just rides it out.

And all the while his hips don't stop moving, begging for more even as his systems start to go crazy.