[Rye can tell exactly when he finds the right spot]

[Hurricane goes suddenly very still; his eyes go wide, and his mouth falls open, and he groans like he's dying. Standing straight and stiff out in front of him, his cock give a hard twitch, a new stream of precome dripping down to damp the comforter beneath him]

[He shudders, hard - tries to rock back into it, to get it to give him more, or faster, or anything - but it's still maddeningly still inside of him, except the too-soft motion of the suckers, and he's unable to rock his hips to get any friction at all]

[He whimpers when the crowd says no; his cock, untouched, twitches hard again, red and leaking]

I - I wanna get railed. Please - please - I want it so bad I can taste it.

I want him to - to fuck me, hard as he can. I can't wait - the waiting's so good. N-no, that ain't - the waiting's driving me crazy - tell him to move, god, please -