Cyclonus is almost jealous of how much more in control of himself Wing seems. Even moaning and shuddering with need he seems more together than the quaking, aching mess Cyclonus finds himself in. Perhaps he shouldn't have tried to resist so long...

He can hardly react as Wing smiles at him, then leans down, his mind slowly blanking out with desire as lips curl around his spike. The noise that tugs itself from his vocalizer is wild and animalistic as Wing begins to suck, hands moving almost of their own accord to grip Wing's helm.

Oh, how he needed this. Hips jerking against Wing's grip, he tugs at his helm, urging him on with a growl.