[Its intense, ruding out his orgasm, with Hurricane still so tight, with the sobbibg, desperate sounds he's making, every move clearly filled with need. It draws out his own climax longer than normal, his own moans loud, keening, grip trembling. Before he finally, finally stills, buried inside Hurricane, and still half hard.]

[His grip tightens on Hurricane's arm, and then he pulls him up, where his back is flush with Rye's chest, and he's on his knees, desoerate hand and aching cock on full display.] Keep fucking your hand, pet. [He pushes a little more strength into the pheromones, to keep up that desperation.]

It feels so good after all, getting to cum. [He kisses and nips along his neck as he talks, voice low and hungry.] Gods, it felt so good, fucking you through my orgasm, spilling every drop inside your body as it begged me to. Like so much pressure released, feeling how tight and warm you were around me, fuck, its still begging me to do more. To fuck your body, fill it with my cock and cum, use it for climax after climax. And I'm gonna.

[He reaches down for the vial.] Don't worry. After a few more, we'll see if we can figure out what'll make you cum. But you can hardly blame me for taking advantage when your body feels fucking amazing. When you're putting on such a wonderful show. Who knows, maybe if I cum in you enough, your body will remember.