That's a good boy. Doing so good. Taking it so well. Lets-lets see what it takes to make you cum. [The tentacle on his navel finally moves down, brushing over his cock, wrapping around him, suckers spreading over the length of him, a few carefully positioned just under the head, and one over the tip. Then the suckers start to work, sucking hard for a few moments before lessening, then sucking again, the sucker on the tip the only one to pull away briefly from the pre before returning to the tip. A second tentacle wraps around his cock and the tentacle, beginning to stroke him, shifting the suckers over his length and provide more friction then simple sucking.]

Open. Open your eyes, pet. I want you to. To watch. [His other hand gies to the head board, leaving his cock untouched for now. Then the tentacles get to work.]

[The pace is slow, at first. The one in his mouth starts up its thrusting again, pressing deep into his throat, slow and steady, before pulling out again. The ones on his nipple suck long and hard before releasing, rubbing his nipples, before sucking again. The ones in his hand thrust, try to give him a rhythm for his frantic hands. The ones between his thighs begins its own thrusting, matching the slow pace, pressing out close to his cock, just a little extra friction. The two in his ass, they don't pull out together, instead starting an alternating pattern, so Hurricane constantly feels a tentacle pulling out and pushing in deep, looking for that spot inside him.]

[The tentacle in Rye times its thrusts the same way. As for the rest, the wrap around Hurricane, keeping him angled so he can easily see Rye, holding his legs together, arms up, head tilted for his cock. But none are fully still, writhing to rub against him, suckers pressed to skin, leaving marks all over.]

[And Rye starts to moan, loud and keening, body shaking, wood creaking under his hands as he feels all of it, pleasure already so much at this slow pace.] Oh fuck, oh gods, I'm gonna fuck you so hard-gonna wreck you, wreck me-