[There's a sharp gasp, a punched out groan as Hurricane gets tight around him, even as his pace falters with his hand. His own, however, doesn't in the least. If anything he's thrusting faster, the sound of skin against skin loud and obvious, his moans loud as he presses into the tight heat.]

Don't stop now, pet. I know you need it, want it. Keep touching yourself. Makes. Makes it so easy to rail you. Fuck you into this bed. Gods, you're so hot. Gonna. Gonna cum so hard.

[Then he's even tighter and the sound Rye makes is a cross between desoeration and mind blowing pleasure.] Fuck, you-amazing, so amazing-so good-keep going-k-keep trying to-gods, yes! [He presses Hurricane's hand to the bed, pressing himself partially to Hurricane's back to thrust down, hard, fast, a brutal pace as he rapidly approaches his climax.]