[Hurricane outright whimpers, when Rye pulls out of him; the pheromones, briefly eclipsed by the force of his surprise, rattle through him like a storm wind, shaking him with the force of his need, with the sudden lack]

Wh - n-no, wait - don't - don't stop, I -

[And then Rye is pressing in with the tentacles, and he gasps, softly, shifting back against them as they start to push inside. Hurricane bites down on his lip, hard, but can't suppress the whimper. His hips press him into the blunt tips of them, bearing down like he can't wait to get them inside]

Aaah, that's - jesus. Feels - feels kinda weird. But it's - g-god, it's good. I need more. I need - m-more, need you in me -

[He whimpers again, as the suckers enclose his nipples to apply that constant pressure; in his hand, his cock jolts hard, another sizeable drop of precome trickling down the shaft. Hurricane whines, softly, as the tentacles close around his wrists - starts trying to stroke himself, again, even as they settle into place]