"As you wish," Cyclonus says, voice a deep purr as he swipes his tongue admiringly along a Wing.

Digging his clawtips into Wing's hips, he begins to rut mercilessly into him, thrusting in hard enough to jolt him forward even as he drags Wing back to meet him with a harsh clank.

Again and again he drives himself into that slick, welcoming heat, thrusting as deep as possible. Head rolling back in ecstasy, he lets his optics black out, simply revelling in the sensation.