[Rye's hand grips his thigh tight, keeping him pinned down for nowvas he takes him deeper. His cock is hard against his stomach, pre trailing down the length to his thigh as Hurricane talks, as he feels the weight on his tongue, the stretch of his mouth. The words pool inside him, hearing Hurricane wrecked, hearing what he wants.]

[His fingers are still shallow, as he moves his head. Only a few inches, getting used to Hurricane entering hus throat, sucking lightly, swallowing around the head with soft groan.]

[Until finally, he moves his hand off his thigh, moving down to take his cock, and begin stroking himself at a sedate pace. He looks up at Hurricane, his cock just outside Rye's throat. He holds his head still. His fingers, however, sharply thrust in deep against that spot and begins to do so repeatedly.]