Consider this Wing's first gift then: choice. Something he would have offered more of from the start if it'd been possible. And he'll be happy to wall you later Deadlock, when he knows neither will regret the consequences.

It's tense, that moment while Deadlock decides, and it feels like an eternity as the need slowly builds in him. Wing is afraid it's over with that huff, but then it changes, the purr stirring loose the tight knot of desire within him. It unfurls into the kiss, for it's not a sudden thing this time: a bit of anticipation building as Deadlock lowers to meet him, the gold of the jet's optics dimming as they shutter above slightly parted lip plates.

Wing has an ardent love of kissing, something Deadlock is just now getting a notion of. It's not just a stop on the way to interfacing, it's a unique and intimate manner of expression that words could never compete with: desire, affection, even respect and admiration, all formed into the shape of pleasure between two mouths. That's the message on Wing's lips as they brush across Deadlock's; sweet, encouraging and eager.