He shivers harder in answer, the pressure between them, the weight of them both resting against his wings making it more difficult to focus on anything but the heat of the other frame, or the grip on his waist.

His answer comes out more as a groan than real words. He tries to wiggle down more sharply against that leg, dragging himself over it. The need, the heat, building up in his body, more than he can even articulate.

"You," he all but pants. There's another, insistent little buck of his hips. "You in me... I want that..."

He's not sure if that's what Perceptor wants to hear, but it's all he can get out.