[Hurricane whines, long and low, as Rye lays out what's going to happen - the position, and the pinned hands, and the cock ring, and the pheromones. His cock jerks, hard, at the combination of the words and the suction against his thigh, sharp and intense and good, and not at all what he needs]

[He whines again, softly, as Rye lays out the possibility that he'll let the pheromones kick in as he starts - that they'll gradually build, even as Rye fucks him. A new drop of precome wells up and then spills, cock twitching in anticipation]

[When Rye gives another teasing lick, he groans - can't help but try to press up off the mattress and into the heat of Rye's tongue, back arching hard]

[He flushes darker still - takes his hand away from his mouth, shaky and reluctant. The words spill out immediately, like that was all that had been keeping them at bay:]

Don't - I need - I need more than that. Jesus, please, suck me off already, take me - take me in your mouth, I wanna - I wanna go deep, I want your tongue, I want you to suck me so bad -