[Rye grins as Hurricane talks, his free hand moving down to pump himself a few times with a low groan. His own cock is hard, pre trailing down, watching and listening to Hurricane get overwhelmed.] That's my good pet. Gods, I can't tell you how ready I am to be inside you. But first...

[He lifts up his hand, licking off the pre, before settling it on Hurricane's thigh, thumb rubbing a circle over a mark.] Keep talking. I'll accept being unable to form words from pleasure, but if you try to stop yourself on purpose, I stop sucking.

[His grip tightens on his thigh and his mouth returns to his cock. Taking the head, then moving down, down, taking his length at a steady pace until he's at his throat.]

[Then further, taking him in deeper still, until his lips are at the base, swallowing around his head with a muffled groan.]