[Hurricane groans, long and low, as Rye finally takes him into his mouth. It's probably a good thing he held Hurricane's hips down, because the reaction is immediate, an instant attempt to press up into that wet heat]

[As soon as Rye starts to apply suction, his head falls back against the mattress, eyes fluttering closed]

O-oh my god. Jesus christ, your mouth. Pretty - pretty sure I'm gonna be thinking about this when I get myself off for like a month after this.

[His cheeks are flushed dark with humiliation, but he's not self-conscious enough not to make a soft sound of frustration, when Rye pulls away. He makes another, small and wanting, at the off-handed command]

[The hand still buried in Rye's hair leaves it, reluctantly, so that both of his hands can do as he's been asked. They pinch at his nipples this time, hard, and he shudders at the feel of it]

J-jesus. That's - that's gonna drive me crazy. I'm gonna about lose my mind, watching you get off. You're s-so damn pretty when you're turned on. You know that?

[It's not hard to tell, when Rye's fingers find that spot; as always, Hurricane's face is an open book. His eyes go wide, and his mouth falls open, hips straining urgently against the hand that's holding them in place]