Wing barely has a half-second to look startled as Cyclonus lunges for him before his instincts kick in. He coils like a spring and shifts, twisting in Cyclonus' grip to turn it back against him and holding on hard as he uses Cyclonus' momentum to spin them around and shove Cyclonus hard against the nearest wall, pinning him strategically to give him as little leverage as possible. He vents raggedly for a moment, his body pressed full-length to Cyclonus' and his array throbbing, the heat gathering in him suddenly much more insistent with the realization that manhandling Cyclonus would not have been nearly so easy if he wasn't this badly distracted.

Wing doesn't relax his grip, but he does lean in and press his mouth softly to Cyclonus, as soft and soothing as possible. "Not here," he murmurs, barely pulling away. "Somewhere private. Come on." He releases Cyclonus abruptly, still venting hard as he pushes the door to the nearest mostly abandoned building and pulling Cyclonus in with him and into the nearest room with a berth and a door.