[There's a groan into the kiss, a mix of finally giving into the need, those teasing hands catching pert nipples, and where their hips meet. He kisses Hurricane with desperate want, tongue already exploring the eager mouth, teeth nipping at lips, as if to map even inch of it with his own mouth.]

[His hands move to his ass, gripping him firmly, shifting to slot their erections together through fabric, hips working to grind harder, a bit faster. Moving like he can't get enough now that he's given in to kiss him.]