[Every time Rye gives those sharp, hard sucks, Hurricane's breath hitches; his hips twitch, trying to press him up off the mattress and into Rye's mouth]

Oh, jesus. That's - good. That's r-real good. It's so - hot, and wet and - god, your tongue. Every time you hit that one spot, I about l-lose it.

[It seems to be a good reward system; certainly, it's encouraging Hurricane to be rougher with his nipples, twisting and tugging no matter how it makes him squirm, the pleasure-pain borderline too intense]

Keep - keep doing that, it feels so good. I wanna - I wanna go all the way in. Aahh, jesus, don't stop, that's - just like that, holy shit, dude, your mouth -