[Rye is watching Hurricane with lidded eyes, his own breathing heavy, every twitch and squirm of the otger sending sparjs or bolts of pleasure through him. His eyes drawn to his cock as it leaks more ore when he can see him and he hums. His eyes meet Hurricane, and there's a devious look there as he grabs the lube, spreading his legs wider.]

[The tentacles in his ass settle, fully buried inside him, but no longer thrusting. They do squirm, but its only a minor friction. The one between his thighs pull back, only the head visible, and also settles. The tentacles shift Hurricane forward, bending him not quite all the way over, not letting him a chance to get more then the faintest touch of his cock to tge one between his thighs.]

Don't worry, your cock will get plenty of attention. [His fingers of his free hand, covered in lube, reaches between his own legs,pressing a finger inside with a gasp, pumping it at a sedate pace. His other hand still pumping his cock slowly.] But first, I'm gonna make sure my pretty little fucktoy gets what he wants. The chance to be used thoroughly. Your body is absolutely perfect to get off so many cocks after all. [He presses in a second finger with a hiss.]

[Two more move to his hands, pressing to his palms, the grip on his arms loosening some so he's granted some movement. Some. If he tries for his own cock, they'll tighten and pull him away. The ones on his chest start alternating, sucking hard on his nipples, before releasing him to rub against the nubs gently, before sucking hard again. More tentacles wind around his body, a slow, steady touch over him.] And. You'll get a show. Soon. [And another tentacle presents itself to Hurricane at mouth level, the new angle letting him still see Rye while his mouth is occupied.] But first, show that cock how desperate you are to be fucked. [An order with another push of pheromones.]