[The whine amps up a notch, as Rye's fingers find that bundle of nerves and begin to rub, constant pressure and motion that feels like lightning shooting straight up his spine. As the suction increases to match and Rye begins to twist and pinch at his nipple, his head falls back and his eyes squeeze closed; his feet plant on the mattress for better leverage, trying to press in deeper]

[His voice still has that frantic quality to it, like he can't quite get the words out fast enough, breathless and reedy:]

God, yes, that - yes, that's - f-feels so good, that spot is - a-aah, and your throat - I'm almost -

[His own hand comes to the other nipple, pinching and tugging, like he needs the added stimulation desperately. Every part of him is drawn up tight and shaking, and buried in Rye's mouth, Hurricane's cock gives another long twitch, leaking another sizeable dollop of precome]

Rye - o-oh my god, please -