[Hurricane makes a strangled sort of noise, when he feels the hard length of Rye's erection pressed against him and then pulled away again. He outright sobs when Rye's finger traces slowly up the length of his cock, the contact not enough to do anything more than highlight what he needs]

[Tears spill down his cheeks, and he starts to struggle in earnest as Rye reaches the tip and teases him there, too. Then even that little bit gets taken away, and he makes a muffled sort of wail, behind the barrier of Rye's hand]

[Hurricane can't seem to tear his eyes from the sight of Rye's hand as he slowly jerks himself off; his own cock twitches hard in sympathetic want, leaking more precome to replace what's been wiped away. Already the aphrodisiac in the water is beginning to take effect, the heat layering on top of the need from the previous aphrodisiac and the pheromones, and he squirms in the hold of the tentacles, desperate]

[As soon as Rye takes the hand away from his mouth, he's begging, the words coming so fast it's hard to make them all out:]

Fuck me, jesus, please, I need - I need something in me. I'm gonna g-go crazy, just - please, fuck me, put something in, I'm so empty, I can't stand it, Rye please -