There it is. [He's breathless as he says it, Hurricane's reaction an intoxicating sight. His grip tightens at his hips, and he pulls out slow before thrusting in, hard, aiming directly for that spot every time. Starting a sedate, but hard pace.]
Gods, just....look at you. Just came and already-already losing words. Always so wonderfully eager- [He moans, long and loud, picking up a little speed, but more focused on keeping the hard thrusts ibto that spot.]
And you're so tight...feel so good around me. How does it feel, Hurricane? I wanna know.
Gods, Hurricane- [He tries to keep the pace a little longer, but Hurricane is tight and warm, and he needs more. He only manages a few more hard thrusts before he starts moving faster, thrusts not so consistently precise, but still hitting that spot frequently.]
[This time, there aren'tany words at all - just a long, heartfelt groan. His back arches and he presses into the thrusts, meeting Rye's hips with his own]
[Definitely less words as Rye's control snaps with his need. He nips hard at Hurricane's shoulder, spreading clumsy kisses, as his hands grip his hips to help his thrusts. Ones that are coming fast and desperate, moans leaving him as he chases his own satisfaction.]
[Hurricane groans again, louder this time - braces his feet so that he has better leverage to push up into it. His nails, short and blunt, make hard lines down Rye's back]
[Rye is thrusting in earnest, moaning and whining as he moves into every push and pull of Hurricane's hips, feeling pleasure mounting faster and faster-]
[And the scratch comes, hard along his back and Rye cries out, loud and needy, as his orgasm hits suddenly, thrusting in deep as he comes with a keening whine, short, sharp jerks continuing as he spills himself inside Hurricane.]
[Rye breathes in sharply as he feels him cum, how tight he gets, the new heat splattered between them. He groans loudly, pushing back up enough to look at Hurricane, hips still rolling through his orgasm, and beyond, whimpering at the oversensitive feeling, wanting to push himself and Hurricane. Just for a few more moments.]
Fuck, Hurricane, look at you....didn't even touch your cock once. You just came from mine. [He whines, hips finally having to stop, fully buried inside still.] Do you know how hot that is?
[He laughs a bit, looking very pleased, leaning down to nuzzle his neck and catch his breath. Bracing himself on an air to not fully crush Hurricane, but content to not move away for a little bit.]
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Oh, jesus. Oh -
[The rest of that sentence is garbled, lost in a low, heartfelt moan]
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And you're so tight...feel so good around me. How does it feel, Hurricane? I wanna know.
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S'like - full, and you keep hitting -
[He breaks off with another groan on the next inward thrust, rocking his hips up to meet it]
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You s-sound amazing.
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Oh Jesus Christ, dude, that's - k-keep -
[His brains seems to be having a hard time actually finishing any sentences,]
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[And the scratch comes, hard along his back and Rye cries out, loud and needy, as his orgasm hits suddenly, thrusting in deep as he comes with a keening whine, short, sharp jerks continuing as he spills himself inside Hurricane.]
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Fuck, Hurricane, look at you....didn't even touch your cock once. You just came from mine. [He whines, hips finally having to stop, fully buried inside still.] Do you know how hot that is?
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[Please give him a few. Words are going to take a second, but he does manage a little whimper in response]
[He looks well and truly fucked out, disheveled and covered in his own come, eyes glazed and lips slightly parted]
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Naw. S'good.
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[He's lax and pliant, the rise and fall of his chest a steady rhythm]
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[He sounds starry-eyed, voice relaxed and dreamy]
Like... real good.
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You sound adorable.
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[Sleepy and content, with no real accusation]
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