Wing seems perfectly at home between Cyclonus's thighs. He can empathize, giving your partner pleasure in such a way is extremely enjoyable, and if his body weren't feeling so needy then Cyclonus would likely be pleasuring Wing in turn right now.

Instead he lounges against the ground, stroking fingers over the angles of Wing's helm, splayed wide for him. He moans his pleasure for Wing to hear, continuing to rock gently against his lips. He hisses and arches at the hard suck before relaxing again, venting heavily, enjoying the prickle of charge across his array.