Wing kneels in front of him, touching Cyclonus' shoulder gently before he presses, smoothing Cyclonus down onto his back on the berth.

"You have it," he says simply, draping himself over Cyclonus and running light fingertips along his jaw, leaning in to press slow, hard kisses against his mouth, fitting one thigh between Cyclonus' and grinding in hard. his hands wander, seeking sensitive places as he makes a needy little sound into Cyclonus' mouth, nibbling at his lip before pulling back, looking flushed and dazed. "It's yours. What do you want?"