[Its always a sight, seeing Hurricane lose it. The red of his blush, how it makes his freckles stand out, the way his expression shows utter want, the shine of his eyes when they're open. The way his body writhes, every muscle and tendon straining for more, how his cock arches up and shines with pre that slips out. Its a beautiful sight.]

[Rye watches the last of the water drain away and he drops the bottle. His hand moves over his mouth, tilting his head so he can kiss and nibble along the length of it.] You. Are so gorgeous. Gods, I love taking you apart. Already got me hard. [He shifts his hips forward, just enough so his erect cock brushes his lower back before his shifts back.]

And you want so much. [His other hand moves down, a finger tracing slooooowly up the length of his cock, before swirling around the tip, wiping away the pre.] Now I'm going to let you talk.

[He pulls his hand away from his cock. And brings it back to start pumping his own cock with a soft sigh, pace slow.] And you're going to say every dirty thing in your mind. You're going to tell our audience how my fucktoy wants to be used. If you don't, I'll just fuck my hand, an inch from your ass, instead of fucking you. [And then he releases his mouth.]