Hmm, think it might just want me to show you off. The rest is why I think it has a point.

[His hand moves down, over Hurricane's, pressing him down harder, hips thrusting as his other hand holds him stable.] The way you sound, the way you look. Gods, you're such a sight, Hurricane.

I want you so bad. I want to tie you down and make you beg. Want to kiss every inch of your skin as you plead for more. Let the world see how red and flushed and hard you get.

I want to spread your legs and fuck you on one of those beds. I want to leave you a mess. I want-I want- [There is a loud moan, right in his ear, a new surge if heat under their hands as he cums under Hurricane's palm.]