The taste of energon stings Cyclonus's tongue, his own mixing with Galvatron's as teeth bite at his lips. Spills of glowing pink drip from his hollow cheeks to stain his chin and throat. His teeth only let up so he can gasp and run his tongue over torn mesh, continuing their violent kiss.

His shoulders ache as Galvatron imposes his strength on him, but Cyclonus refuses to yield. Galvatron is not his lord anymore, and his field flares back, pressing stubbornly against his former leader's even as his body presses welcomingly into Galvatron's. He raises his hands to rake long trails over Galvatron's helm and shoulders, his legs coming up to coil around Galvatron's waist, squeezing with fierce pressure.

He's on fire and his body blazes with his need.