[Rye moans loudly as he pushes in, body shuddering at just how tight he feels, so worked up. He keeps the pace gentle, even as Hurricane's hips work deperately against him for more.] Gods, your body feels so good. Like you were made to be fucked. I love being inside you, you always hug my cock so nicely. Like the perfect fucktoy.

[His hand keeps a grip on his other hand, still pinned to his back, the other holding his hips now, forcing him to move at his pace.]

I bet you feel it. I didn't hold back this time. I don't think you could even try to offer taking care of yourself alone. It just wouldn't feel anywhere near as satisfying as me taking you. Using you. Touching you.

[He buries himself to the hilt, keeps the grip on his hips tight to force him still.] Bet you wish it was my hand touching you. Pumping your aching cock. But my hands are busy, so you need to. Keep trying to get yourself off, keep yourself right at that edge, pet. It makes you so amazing to use.

[Then his hips finally pull back, before quickly snapping forward. Once, twice, three times as Rye starts up a hard, rough pace.]