Wing's vocalizer catches on a sob when Cyclonus shivers to a stop and he feels the hot spill of fluid against the sensitive nodes at the end of his valve. He looks over his shoulder, venting hard, his own charge making him shiver fiercely against the berth until Cyclonus shifts again.

He sucks in cool air when Cyclonus' hand comes down on his shoulder, his optics widening as he's pinned harder to the berth and his valve clenches, a low cry wrung from him at the sharp angle and the slide of Cyclonus' cord against achingly sensitive nodes in his valve. The tips of his wings tremble as Cyclonus thrusts again, each movement driving a hungry sound from his throat as one hand snakes down to curl around his own spike, his body tightening sharply as charge builds to the breaking point.