[He should be coming. Rye knows his tells, how he tenses and winds up, how he does. Hard to forget when the sight always makes heat pool inside him, makes his cock ache for more. Makes him want to flip Hurricane over and just take him.]

[Except he's still not coming and he suspects why, but he's ready to test it once more. The hand on his nipple goes to cover Hurricane's and forces him to pinch his nipple harder. His hand then moves back to the other, twisting and pinching it, hard, as hard as he knows Hurricane can take.]

[He changes the angle of his hand, thrusting fingers just a bit deeper, pressed harder against that spot, rubbing hard and fast. He pulls back his head, taking Hurricane out if his mouth.]

[But its just to take a deep breath before he takes him in again, and diesn't hesitate to deep tgriat him, lips kissing his pelvis. And he stays there, Hurricane fully buried, and swallows repeatedly, tongue running on the underside, determined to stay like that as long as his air holds out.]