[He loves this. He loves driving Hurrucane absolutely insane, pushing him to the edge, and keeping him there. The way he falls apart, but remains so very wound up, the way he loses himsrlf in the feeling. How much trusts in puts in him to make sure at the end of it, Rye is going to take care of him. No matter how much he pushes now.]

Fuck, you are so wonderful, Hurricane. Don't know how I resist you when you're so hot. When you let me push you so far. How much you love this. [He leans down, nipping at his shoulder.] Don't worry though. Others are pumping their cocks almost as desperately as you. [Because he wants to know what the reminder of the audience does when he's inside Hurricane.] Touching themselves, watching you touch yourself. Watching as you beg to be taken.

[He straightens up, grip tightening on his grips, pressing to the hilt with each thrust, adjusting as he looks for that spot, even as the other gets tighter around him, moans spilling past his lips as he keeps moving.] Don't worry. Gonna keep you. To myself for the next hour. You're gonna make the bed a mess. And. I'm gonna make you a mess. Fuck, you're so tight. You feel so good.

[His grip shifts on Hurricane's arm, pulling it straight and to the side, using it as more leverage to pound into the others body.]