[Dreadwing hums lightly, leaning into the brush of Cyclonus's mouth at it moves down, back arching a little. Those hips rocking up against him is a good indication of what he has to look forward to. He glances back at Cyclonus.]
I see.
[He sounds pleased with the thought... and even if he didn't, he hopes that the cover of his valve sliding out of the way would be signal enough of his feelings.]
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I see.
[He sounds pleased with the thought... and even if he didn't, he hopes that the cover of his valve sliding out of the way would be signal enough of his feelings.]