Cyclonus gives a pleased growl, soaking in the noises spilling from Wing's lips. His optics are ablaze with a haze of lust and he leans in, teeth catching the edge of a wing as he continues to piston into Wing.

His own valve is aching, trails of lubricant streaking down his thighs, mixing with Wing's and the spill of trans-fluid from his impromptu partner's stuffed port.

It feels so sinfully good to just let go