I assure you, Hurricane. Anyone who sees you like this is going to be interested. [He tosses the vial aside, hand going back to his body as he shifts closer, a knee resting on the bed between Hurricane's legs.]

[One hand goes to his chest, light touches trailing over it, onltpy tge barest scrape of a nail over his nipples. His other hand is still at his cock, pulling back from those eager hips to keep the touch light, trailing along his length, catching under the head, and circling the tip, before moving back down.]

[He looks surprised a moment, then intrigued.] Huh. Did you get something that makes you talk, pet?

I guess I'll have to hold off kissing you. If you're going to be a new fantasy for people, they should know your likes.