[Rye keeps him right at the edge as he speaks, sucking hard to reward for every hard tweak, pressing him deeper when he talks about his mouth, though only taking the head into his throat briefly before pulling back to bob his head. Sucking, tongue trailing the underside and along the head.]

[His fingers keep hitting that spot, working him open all the whole, but he can feel it under his hands, the tension and trembling, and when he's sure Hurricane is about to cum-]

[He pulls his mouth off with a soft pop, fingers only moving shallowly, just to work him open, but nowhere near that spot, slow and patient.]

Can't cum yet, pet. [His voice is already rough.] The first time you get to cum will be down my throat, when you're fucking it like the needy little thing you are. When you're so desperate, you don't care who sees.

And after that, I'm putting you on your knees and fucking you into the mattress.