You love it. [His fingers lightly rub at the back of Hurricane's neck, slowly pulling the zipper, whispering in his ear.] You love all the dirty things I say to you. What I want to do to you. Me describing how I'd fuck you give the chance. Or how I'm going to as I have you under my hands.

[He breathes in sharply at that admission,hips jerking forward hard.] Good. [His hand slips under his clothes with the zipper down, needing to touch, to feel Hurricane's skin.]

I love that thought. You in bed with your phone, hand desperately working your cock as you watch what you do to me. How hard you get me.

I'll send you another. Next time I wake up aching for you. [He nips his earlobe.] Maybe even show you my new toys.