It almost hurts, just a little, as Perceptor presses even closer, sucking that spike impossibly deep. He followed Rung as the psychologist hunches over, fingertips digging into the seams of Rung's upper thighs. It does hurt, just a little, as Rung's hands clench on his sensitive scope. It hurts so good.

Perceptor whimpers as he feels Rung begin to tremble and shiver under the onslaught of sensations running through him. Soon. Soon.

Rung's transfluid scalds as it erupts from him, floods his intake, choking him for a moment as he struggles to swallow it don. It's incredible, and delicious, and Perceptor doesn't quite manage to stifle the cry that the clench of Rung's hands wrench from him. His own release is secondary to the pistoning of Rung's hips, and the fluid drooling down his chin.