[Rye shifts, dark eyes watching Hurricane play with himself.] Such a good boy. Keep singing, pet. I love how you sound.

[He guides his cock into his mouth, starting slow at first, a light suck as he bobs his head, getting used to the feeling again. He keeps one hand on his hip, eyes watching him with a lidded look.]

[As Hurricane begs, he moves a little farther down. As he plays with his nipples, any particularly hard tug gets a sharp, hard suck for several long moments, Rye groaning around him. He slowly builds taking more, more pressure, mixed with his tongue moving along the underside, pressing under the head.]

[He's not pressed against his throat yet though, taking his time to move down bit by bit, fingers still moving to hit that spot as they thrust in.]

((Realized I messed up hand logistics.))