Wing moans as Cyclonus struggles under him, his body clenching and shifting as he bucks fruitlessly, trying to break Wing's hold. Wing tightens his grip and rides it out, gasping, a helpless little shiver of pleasure skating through him when Cyclonus finally slumps again. He'd feel guilty if Cyclonus wasn't so clearly enjoying it too.

"Certainly," he says, only sounding a little smug as he shifts for leverage and drags his hips back, then slams in, setting a hard, rough pace and keeping Cyclonus' arm pinned behind his back.