Wing snaps those delicate panels in swiftly as Cyclonus rolls him over, his optics flaring bright before they focus, sharp and searching and much clearer now that he's overloaded. The very corner of his mouth tugs up and that's all the warning Cyclonus gets before Wing gets a thigh over one of Cyclonus' and rolls his hips, trying to spill them over in one lithe, hard twist. His hands come down on Cyclonus' shoulder and side, struggling for leverage as he vents hard and grinds his spike against Cyclonus', shivering fiercely.