[Rye's free hand moves back to grip the headboard, gripping hard to ground himself from all the sensation. From the tentacle buried inside and pressed against Hurricane, all lacking real friction save the one slowly and deeply rocking into Hurricane's throat. From the tentacle pressing inside himself, feeling himself filled and the new tightness around a senditive limb. From watching Hurricane struggle and choke in his desperation, his noises so loud in his ears. He has to slow his hand on his own cock to keep from snapping.]

Fuck, is that how I feel? I-I'll have to ride you later...feel you around m-my cocks, and feel you inside.... [The one in him slowly begins to thrust, shallow and slow, letting him get used to it, both filling him and focusing with the sensation.]

[Then Hurricane finally does as he's told and he gasps, hips bucking sharply, a loud moan leaving him, pre dripping from the tentacles in hand and his cock.] Fuck- [The wood of the headboard creaks as his grip tightens, breathing labored.] There....there you are. Good boy. [The tentacle in Hurricane's mouth pulls out to rest in just his mouth, give him a chance to breathe and listen.]

I'm gonna touch your cock. And then I'm gonna move. Everything. I am going to fuck you senseless. If you can't take it at any point, let go of those cocks in your hands. Because I'm gonna lose my godsdamn mind when I start using you. But the loss of sensation should work as a safe word. Nod if you understand.