[Rye waits for it, waits for the orgasm he's sure is coming, eyes lidded as he watches Hurricane arch and moan, feels him thrust into his throat.]

[His hand has to pull away from his cock, getting too close to coming to risk it, intent on Hurricane's satisfaction-]

[And he doesn't come. A new dollop of pre, but even as he thrusts, it doesn't come.]

[The audience...? Then he just needs more. His hand reaches up for Hurricane's, tightening his grip, moaning encouragingly. Then his hand moves up to a nipple, starting to pinch and twist it hard. He presses his fingers in and this time, there's no thrusting, just a rough massage against the bundle of nerves.]

[He sucks harder on his cock, swallowing the head constantly, threatening to choke himself as he bobs his head.]