Hmm, your cock says very. [Its a strange thought, a disconnecting thought, but the number of people who want to fuck him certainly gives it some validity.] You do have trouble keeping your hands to yourself. Its really hot. [He trails his tongue up along his length, slow and deliberate as he looked up at him.]

I should make you give me a show one day. I could do that affect on you again. The one that makes you want me, but not let you touch me. Then I could sit back and watch you work yourself until it wears off. [There's another brief suckle and a groan at the tug in his hair.] Lovely Hurricane, hand working his pretty cock. Maybe fuck yourself on your Christmas present.

Then keep them busy. [He guides Hurricane's free hand up to his nipples.] I have down here, but you can play with yourself up there.

[He begins thrusting his finger, that at a definitely firmer pace, as his mouth keeps up the slow pace, only opened mouth kisses, slow licks, and brief suckles on the head with a moan.]