Glad I'm not the only one. [Chuckling and blushing, but....it was true. They had gotten out of control earlier, but Hurricane was here now. He wanted this.]
[That also helped his nerves, making him feel bold. He squeezes Hurricane's hand, the other moving to his neck, a thumb brushing over a mark he left before.] I wanted to hear more of those sounds. And the way you looked....
[He tugged him closer, towards the bed.] I want to see you completely wrecked.
[His pupils are dilated, cheeks dark; he cants into the touch against his neck a little, unconsciously. Just like earlier, his bodysuit does very, very little to hide how aroused he is already as they step toward the bed]
You keep talking like that, it ain't gonna take much.
[He grins at that, leaning in to whisper in his ear.] That's all right. We have more than enough time to enjoy ourselves repeatedly. [He nips at his earlobe.] You're mine for tonight and I intend to take full advantage of that.
[He pushes Hurricane to sit on the bed, and kisses him, and right away its heated and hungry, teeth already teasing his lips.]
[Rye hums into the kiss as he feels hands on him, old scars in particular getting a hitch in his breath, his hands own moving to Hurricane's knees, spreading his legs so he can settke between them, kneeling on the floor.]
[His teeth and tongue tease Hurricane's lips with light nips and swipes, hands moving up Hurriance's legs and to his sides, tracing along his front.]
[He makes a sound into the kiss, appreciative; his legs fall open further in unconscious invitation]
[He can't help but lean into those wandering hands, painfully aware of the fact that Rye's kneeling between his legs. His own hands continue to smooth their way across whatever he can reach, greedy if somewhat shaky, the new angle making it easier to explore the planes of Rye's chest]
[Rye shivers as he feels the hands move, eager and wanting. He keeps kissing as his hands trace over Hurricane's body, looking for any spots that get a breath hitched, or little noise, rubbing over his nipples, before slipping under the jacket part of his clothes. He pushes it off Hurricane's shoulders, rubbing at his arms slowly when he finally breaks the kiss.]
You good? [A breathless whisper. He had noticed the shaking.] Just excited?
[It isn't hard to find places that earn a hitched breath; he's sensitive and responsive, all but squirming already. He jolts when Rye rubs at his nipples, a soft whimper leaving him]
I'm real good.
[He starts to add more - closes his mouth, instead, flushing - too embarrassed to own up to how wound up he is already, even though he is visibly very wound up already]
Good. It'd be really hard to walk away from that face twice. [He's teasing a bit, but its also true. He takes a few moments, just admiring Hurricane's face as his thumbs move to rub over his nipples. ]
[Then he leans closer, to his neck to kiss and nibble along the length of it, hands moving to figure out how exactly to take Hurricane's clothes off, or at least free his straining erection.]
[He flushes even deeper at the teasing - the words and the thumbs working at his nipples, both. His face is extremely expressive, so it's probably easy to see how affected he is, even though he's biting at his lip to try and rein it in. He pupils are dilated, and the blush reaches all the way to his ears; he can't help but shift, restless, legs falling open a little more as Rye begins to work along his neck]
[Through it all, his hands don't stop moving, just as restless as the rest of him; his fingers find Rye's nipples, mirroring what's being done to him, a slow and exploratory rubbing]
[The zipper probably takes a bit to find; it runs up the side, toward the back, disguised by one of the lines in the bodysuit]
[It helps to have a goal, Rye's decided. Its easy to get caught up and he wonders if he looks at all like Hurricane. So bright red and worked up and the kind of face that begged to be kissed without mercy. Rye himself was flushed, panting, but there was an intent to his eyes, a goal to make Hurricane come undone.]
[Its those thoughts that help him as hands move over bear skin, breathing hitching, moans gainst Hurricane's skin as he brushes over sensitive scars and tease his nipples, leaning into the touch, pants feeling too tight.]
[But he wants, and he's determined, so even as his tongue and teeth tease up along his throat, he finds that zipper, pulling it down as his other hand moves down between Hurricane's legs, cupping him through his clothes.]
[If the goal is to make Hurricane come undone, it's definitely off to a good start]
[He's half lost in the feel of the mouth pressing kisses and nips to his throat - so distracted by the slow pull of the zipper that the other hand takes him by surprise]
[He makes a choked sound as Rye's fingers cup him, hips hitching forward into the touch and breath leaving him all in a rush. His bodysuit does nothing to hide how aroused he is, and Rye can feel the shape of him, painfully hard, through the fabric. There may or may not be a damp patch from the precome already, and his hands scrabble at Rye's shoulders, trying to drag him in for a kiss]
[Rye feels a shiver go through him as Hurricane rwacts to the touch, seeing him so desperate, feeling how hard and needy he is, it makes Rye glad he has him for the night because he desperately wants to see more of Hurricane like this.]
[Rye groans into the kiss, meeting fervent need with his own, pressing back with teeth and tongue, almost like he wants to devour Hurricane. His hand works his cock through the bodysuit, rubbing with the palm of his hand, thumb teasing over the head, the touch slow and careful, exploring, but not enough to get him off yet hopefully. His other hand pulls the zipper all the way and starts tugging off the bodysuit.]
[He leans up into the kiss, meeting it with something just as hungry, all lips and teeth and tongue. His hands wander restless over Rye's sides and chest, exploring all of him, fingers in constant motion]
[And he whimpers as Rye starts to work him through the fabric, hips rocking forward to try and earn more of those teasing touches. It's not enough to get him off, no, but it's more than enough to drive him a little crazy]
[It takes him a beat to realize he's going to have to stop touching Rye to help with the bodysuit - leaves off his exploration long enough to work his arm through one sleeve and then reach around and free the other. He arms are a mess of scars, but he's too distracted to be self-conscious just now - just lets the bodysuit fall forward, to his waist, leaving him in nothing but the belts and boots and the lower half, which doesn't hide terribly much]
[Rye hums and moans into the kiss, reach touch and brush of teeth all making it harder and harder to focus on the task at hand. He nanages, but barely when all he wants is to be closer, to taste mire of Hurricane, keep feeling those hands on him.]
[The whimper helps ground him, reminds him of the plan as he plays with the hard cock, touches teasing, patient as he helps tug the suit off. Scars unimportant, but then again, he has his own share. No, what matters is he can feel skin under his palm, running up Hurricane's back. Up, up, to his hair and he tugs it to pull Hurricane out if the kiss.]
Sorry. Need my mouth for something else. [His voice is low, rough, eyes lidded, and he moves his mouth down, kissing Hurticane's neck, his collarbone, chest, going lower with each one. His hand lets go of his hair to trail down his body, brushing over the spots the seemed to make him moan, down to rest at his waist.]
[Rye can feel the way Hurricane's cock twitches, when he gets pulled by the hair - the way it twitches again, harder, at the promise in those words. The damp spot in the cloth grows wider as the constant teasing coaxes more precome from the tip of him; through the white fabric, it looks frankly a little obscene]
[The downward trail of kisses and the touches targeting his sensitive spots definitely don't help; he shivers and squirms, already borderline desperate]
[Hurricane's voice, when he manages to speak, is rough and breathy:]
Jesus, dude. Are you trying to kill me?
[Certainly he can't keep still; his hips work in shallow little circles to try and rub up against Rye's palm. Hurricane's hands, shaky, fall to the buckle on his belts to work them free]
[There's something genuinely exciting in making his partner desperate. He's nit sure if Hurricane is akways like this or if its just being pent up, but part of him really wants to find out. But for now, he keeps teasing him, thumb rubbing his cock through that wet spot as he trails down.]
No. Just leave you in a limp haze of satisfaction. [He takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking it teasingly as his other hand helps with the belts even as the other keeps working him through the fabric.]
[Once the belts are pulled away though, he moves his lips down, tugging the suit lower until he can finally pull out his cock, fingers loosely wrapping around it. He glances down and then up to Hurricane, watching his face as he licks up the length of it.]
[He makes a strangled sort of sound when Rye's hand wraps loosely around his cock, and his hips practically jackknife up off the bed as soon as the tongue gets involved]
[His face is expressive even in normal circumstances, and right now it's easy to read just how good this feels, even at a glance. His mouth falls open a little bit; his eyes are wide, and his hands clutch at Rye's shoulders, like he needs something - anything - to ground him]
[Rye breathes in sharply at the reaction.] Gods, you look way too good like this. [His voice is low, wanting, pumping him slowly as he atches Hurricane, feels the grip on his shoulders.] Its all right to pull my hair if you need to. Or dig into my shoulders. I like that stuff too.
[Though he moves his hands to Hurricane's hips, gripping them tightly. He knows what he likes in a blow job, but this is his first time giving it and as hot as Hurricane losing it is, he definitely needs some practice first befire he can let him go wild.]
[So he keeps his grip tight, before taking the head in his mouth, sucking on it gently at first, tongue teasing the head as he gets used to it in his mouth.]
[It's probably a good thing he's holding Hurricane's hips down, because he absolutely doesn't have the self-restraint right now to make that will save himself]
[His hips rock forward, urgent, trying to seek more of that wet heat - get nowhere, thanks to the hands keeping him firmly in place]
Oh my god. That's - jesus, dude -
[His hands sure are digging into Rye's shoulders, as hard as he can hold on]
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[He actually hates wine, but he takes the glass anyway - lifts it a little self-consciously]
We, uh. We gonna do the cheers thing?
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[He grins a bit and lifts his glass to clink with his.] Cheers.
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[Taps it and lifts it to his mouth to sip - let's be real, gulp, because his nerves really need the calming]
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[Most of the glass is gone, and he sets it aside, reaching for Hurricane's hand.] You're sure you're up for this? It's fine if you're not.
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Dude, it about killed me, earlier. I'm real sure.
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[That also helped his nerves, making him feel bold. He squeezes Hurricane's hand, the other moving to his neck, a thumb brushing over a mark he left before.] I wanted to hear more of those sounds. And the way you looked....
[He tugged him closer, towards the bed.] I want to see you completely wrecked.
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[His pupils are dilated, cheeks dark; he cants into the touch against his neck a little, unconsciously. Just like earlier, his bodysuit does very, very little to hide how aroused he is already as they step toward the bed]
You keep talking like that, it ain't gonna take much.
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[He pushes Hurricane to sit on the bed, and kisses him, and right away its heated and hungry, teeth already teasing his lips.]
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[He goes readily onto the bed - presses up into the kiss, eager, hands reaching out to explore the bare skin of Rye's sides]
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[His teeth and tongue tease Hurricane's lips with light nips and swipes, hands moving up Hurriance's legs and to his sides, tracing along his front.]
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[He can't help but lean into those wandering hands, painfully aware of the fact that Rye's kneeling between his legs. His own hands continue to smooth their way across whatever he can reach, greedy if somewhat shaky, the new angle making it easier to explore the planes of Rye's chest]
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You good? [A breathless whisper. He had noticed the shaking.] Just excited?
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I'm real good.
[He starts to add more - closes his mouth, instead, flushing - too embarrassed to own up to how wound up he is already, even though he is visibly very wound up already]
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[Then he leans closer, to his neck to kiss and nibble along the length of it, hands moving to figure out how exactly to take Hurricane's clothes off, or at least free his straining erection.]
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[Through it all, his hands don't stop moving, just as restless as the rest of him; his fingers find Rye's nipples, mirroring what's being done to him, a slow and exploratory rubbing]
[The zipper probably takes a bit to find; it runs up the side, toward the back, disguised by one of the lines in the bodysuit]
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[Its those thoughts that help him as hands move over bear skin, breathing hitching, moans gainst Hurricane's skin as he brushes over sensitive scars and tease his nipples, leaning into the touch, pants feeling too tight.]
[But he wants, and he's determined, so even as his tongue and teeth tease up along his throat, he finds that zipper, pulling it down as his other hand moves down between Hurricane's legs, cupping him through his clothes.]
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[He's half lost in the feel of the mouth pressing kisses and nips to his throat - so distracted by the slow pull of the zipper that the other hand takes him by surprise]
[He makes a choked sound as Rye's fingers cup him, hips hitching forward into the touch and breath leaving him all in a rush. His bodysuit does nothing to hide how aroused he is, and Rye can feel the shape of him, painfully hard, through the fabric. There may or may not be a damp patch from the precome already, and his hands scrabble at Rye's shoulders, trying to drag him in for a kiss]
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[Rye groans into the kiss, meeting fervent need with his own, pressing back with teeth and tongue, almost like he wants to devour Hurricane. His hand works his cock through the bodysuit, rubbing with the palm of his hand, thumb teasing over the head, the touch slow and careful, exploring, but not enough to get him off yet hopefully. His other hand pulls the zipper all the way and starts tugging off the bodysuit.]
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[And he whimpers as Rye starts to work him through the fabric, hips rocking forward to try and earn more of those teasing touches. It's not enough to get him off, no, but it's more than enough to drive him a little crazy]
[It takes him a beat to realize he's going to have to stop touching Rye to help with the bodysuit - leaves off his exploration long enough to work his arm through one sleeve and then reach around and free the other. He arms are a mess of scars, but he's too distracted to be self-conscious just now - just lets the bodysuit fall forward, to his waist, leaving him in nothing but the belts and boots and the lower half, which doesn't hide terribly much]
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[The whimper helps ground him, reminds him of the plan as he plays with the hard cock, touches teasing, patient as he helps tug the suit off. Scars unimportant, but then again, he has his own share. No, what matters is he can feel skin under his palm, running up Hurricane's back. Up, up, to his hair and he tugs it to pull Hurricane out if the kiss.]
Sorry. Need my mouth for something else. [His voice is low, rough, eyes lidded, and he moves his mouth down, kissing Hurticane's neck, his collarbone, chest, going lower with each one. His hand lets go of his hair to trail down his body, brushing over the spots the seemed to make him moan, down to rest at his waist.]
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[The downward trail of kisses and the touches targeting his sensitive spots definitely don't help; he shivers and squirms, already borderline desperate]
[Hurricane's voice, when he manages to speak, is rough and breathy:]
Jesus, dude. Are you trying to kill me?
[Certainly he can't keep still; his hips work in shallow little circles to try and rub up against Rye's palm. Hurricane's hands, shaky, fall to the buckle on his belts to work them free]
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No. Just leave you in a limp haze of satisfaction. [He takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking it teasingly as his other hand helps with the belts even as the other keeps working him through the fabric.]
[Once the belts are pulled away though, he moves his lips down, tugging the suit lower until he can finally pull out his cock, fingers loosely wrapping around it. He glances down and then up to Hurricane, watching his face as he licks up the length of it.]
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[His face is expressive even in normal circumstances, and right now it's easy to read just how good this feels, even at a glance. His mouth falls open a little bit; his eyes are wide, and his hands clutch at Rye's shoulders, like he needs something - anything - to ground him]
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[Though he moves his hands to Hurricane's hips, gripping them tightly. He knows what he likes in a blow job, but this is his first time giving it and as hot as Hurricane losing it is, he definitely needs some practice first befire he can let him go wild.]
[So he keeps his grip tight, before taking the head in his mouth, sucking on it gently at first, tongue teasing the head as he gets used to it in his mouth.]
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[His hips rock forward, urgent, trying to seek more of that wet heat - get nowhere, thanks to the hands keeping him firmly in place]
Oh my god. That's - jesus, dude -
[His hands sure are digging into Rye's shoulders, as hard as he can hold on]
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