Anything coherent was quickly lost in the pleasure of their bodies meeting over and over again in a fast hard rhythm, and the metal did nothing for him to hold onto his position either. His slick skin and the motions of their bodies working together for united purpose caused his elbows and knee to slip and he had to rearrange himself several times so as not to just tip right over the front of the bed. Perhaps the only reason he did stay over the long haul was the combined bracket of the legs that dangled and found the floor next to the bed and the grip of Wilson's arms tight around his chest.

His hips and ass flexed up and back, impaling himself on his mate as hard as he could so that moans and curses were wrung from him, as close to words as he could manage. The bond was hot and heavy in his mind, pressing a security that he had never wanted and thought he had never needed across him. The hot weight of Wilson's chest against his back helped too, the slide of their sweat-slick skin against each other even as he hissed in both wordless pleasure and frustration at the flare of pain on his shoulder. He tipped his head to the side, exposing the side of his neck again and not even caring that the offer was once again being made. In that moment, he simply felt like he needed it.

"Wilson... come on..." he half-snarled, half-howled.

The bond was growing rapidly, but it felt like it was missing something vital. He didn't and couldn't fathom it. He just rammed back, hoping and needing it to feel complete.