Wing hums and leans in, nipping softly along delicate lines before his teeth catch at Cyclonus' collar. His optics flick up, softening as the tip of his tongue traces lightly down Cyclonus' breastplate and he starts pressing lazy, sucking kisses all over Cyclonus' frame. His mouth wanders--down Cyclonus' side, over his belly, long one arm to lick at the bend of his elbow, lips brushing his wrist, before he takes two of Cyclonus' fingers very carefully into his mouth and sucks. His tongue curls against claws and he makes a sweet, hungry little sound, his optics flicking back to Cyclonus' face as he pushes his hips down, shuddering all over lightly.