Wing sucks in cool air as his thigh presses to wet heat and he moans, low and sweet and trembling. A shudder wracks his frame as he pulls away, staring hungrily down at Cyclonus for a moment, drinking in the sight of him spread and bare and shivering with need before he pushes Cyclonus' thighs farther apart, settling between them.

"All right," he says, his voice almost gentle through the rough static, his optics flicking up to Cyclonus' face before his lips curl into a smile. "You let me know if you have any suggestions. In the meantime..." He leans in, lips parting to close wet and soft around Cyclonus' cord, pressing down easily and swallowing around him as he pins Cyclonus's hips, humming thickly and sucking hard.