[Rye moves his hands away from Hurricane, long enough to let the material drop from his shoulders, a soft moan leaving him as Hurricane touches him, giving him more of the skin contact he wants.]

[A hand returns to his chest, playing with the nub with more pinchez and tugs, his other hand going to rest at Hurricane's neck, thumb tracing a circle just under Hurricane's jaw. He leans closer, nuzzling the other side of Hurricane's neck.]

Yeah. And don't get me wrong, its still satisfying, touching myself, remembering how you sound, the way you look, how good your body feels. [His hips grind a little harder.] But its hard to not text you. Ask you to watch as I touch myself moaning your name.

To ask if I could come touch you for real.