Wing's expression shifts as he watches Cyclonus until he looks almost sympathetic--but then Cyclonus is pulling him in and Wing sinks into his hold willingly, lips parted and slick and his hands wandering lazily over Cyclonus' plating. Charge is already burning low and hot in his own belly again but he sets it aside for now, content with just this, the warmth of Cyclonus' plating against his and the soft heat of his mouth.