It's bliss for a moment. Better than his imaginings, the fluttering rise in his own chassis lifting him up even if his body is actually still pinned to the ground under Deadlock.

But then it's over again, Wing loosing a small sound of dismay into the sudden empty air where their mouths had been, chasing the kiss until he no longer can, pushing against Deadlock's weight. Golds optics widen in confusion, the fluttering losing its wings as he looks into the red optics and what he sees there. He's not even sure what it is but it makes something in side him shrink a little.

"_...trick?" Wing finally gets out, a little breathless from the kiss, "N-no trick."