Wing shivers and hums, then seems to just relax under Cyclonus' touch, sinking in between his legs and settling himself comfortably. His mouth works against sensitive mesh, careful against tender sensors as he licks and sucks, nuzzling at the base of Cyclonus' cord and tracing the tip of his tongue against his anterior node. He makes warm, lazy sounds in his throat, hungry but content, sounding like bes's perfectly happy staying right here for as long as Cyclonus will let him.

His mouth is wet as he pulls away a little, venting hard and looking up at Cyclonus with meltingly hot optics as he licks up the length of Cyclonus' spike, sucking briefly at the tip and then nuzzling his way down the side. It grazes his lips, his cheek, and he sucks hard at the space between Cyclonus' equipment covers before he buries his face between Cyclonus' legs agains groaning softly and letting a shudder rattle down his back.