Given a choice, Wing would prefer to have even more of a handle on things than he has now, like his hands on Deadlock's body, exploring same as his mouth wants to... but then he'd be getting ahead of himself, not here in the present where he's being so spontaneously kissed.

He makes a noise into it, something like the sound of thirst temporarily quenched. The tight grip on his wrists, just enough to edge into pain, mingles with the sensation of the kiss gives it a sweet sharpness that thrills him. The hot rev of the heavy grounder engine against him makes his own arousal flare, but before he can deepen the kiss suddenly it's done and Deadlock's pulled away, asking that confused question.

Wing is equally confused for it seems obvious to him. If he had more of his wits about him (and his core temperature were lower), he say the right thing here, the perfect thing to get him more of the same, something like 'I've been wanting to do for a long time' or simply, 'I want you.'

Unfortunately he's a little too stunned for that, his suave charm out of reach for the moment. So of course, what's the first thing out of his mouth, but the obvious?

"...a kiss," he offers as a question, his voice breathless and confused, "Y-you didn't like it?"