[Its a rush. He knows he enjoys pushing Hurricane, leaving him needy and desperate, taunt him with his orgasm over time. How he moves and sounds as he tries to get what he can't have, the fact Rye knows even if he begs otherwise, it makes him burn hotter. That was the hottest part of all, the fact Hurricane truly seemed to want the denial as much as he wanted the release. And the way he looked when he comes after the denial...well, it was very worth doing.]

[But there was a new element now. The desire to show off, to show the audience just how hot Hurricane was like this, that people were touching themselves to the sight. As they should, he certainly would be, seeing Hurricane like this. It was a strong enough urge to quell his own humiliation. Or maybe because he was dominating Hurricane. Or perheps the potion was just that strong. Either way, it made him burn hotter, want to get more from Hurricane.]

[He can feel it, almost, every stroke Hurricane gives himself, in the way his hips move, how it makes him tighten around him. Rye is breathing hard, moans loud, kniws he's leaking pre into the body below him. His grip remains tight on his hips and wrist, pulling him back ibto the hard thrusts, chasing that release as eagerly as Hurricane.]

[And then he's tight again, so very tight, and Rye cries out in pleasure, a choked out sound, hips stuttering, turning to sharp, hard jerks as he comes, and comes hard, intent on riding out his orgasm while Hurricane is still on the edge.]