Cyclonus curses as he's slammed against a wall, pinned tight. He's cursing himself for losing control in the first place, for being so out of it as to let himself be pinned, for the way his body burns at every point of contact with Wing...

The softness of Wing's lips on his own silences him instantly, his optics dimming, the fight going out of him, leaving him pliable for Wing to drag into privacy.

He sits down heavily with a groan, feeling defeated. "I need this."