Wing pulls back, looking almost dazed--his optics flaring bright and his mouth parted and wet until he reaches up to suck slick fingers clean, swallowing a soft moan around them as he does. He climbs back up once he's finished, stretching out next to Cyclonus and kissing him firmly, catching Cyclonus' spike against his hip and grinding in a lazy, shivering push.

He nuzzles kisses down Cyclonus' jaw and throat after a moment and speaks against his audial. "You taste good," he says, almost a sigh with his cooling fans working and his engine rumbling low, turning his words into a purr as his teeth catch at delicate cabling.