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Hmm, it woukd be very intense and could be a problem. As fun as it would be. [His thumb catches that dollop, spreading it around the head in a semi firm touch before resuming the too loose strokes.] Too long, really.

But something we could do....well, I'm sure I could get an aphrodisiac somewhere. You looked so eager under my effect. I could get one, get you a cock ring, and take it. [Another hard pinch to his nipple, nail scraping over it.] Then I work every bit out of my system. Use you like a fucktoy, something made just for my pleasure. Anything you get would be incidental to getting myself off. Using your thighs, mouth, ass. Ride your cock. The lovely ways you could be a cocksleeve, or a dildo. Unable to get off until I'm fully sated.

[His hand doesn't stop on his cock, lips trailing down his stomach, but his hand does move from his chest. Reaching over to a nightstand with several hand supplies, including lube. He settles fully between his legs, kissing over his hip bone. He spreads Hurricane's legs wider, more than is really necessary.] Keep them spread for me, pet. We are putting on a show, after all. The crowd should see how lovely you are. [He opens up the lube, spreading it over his fingers as he learns forward, trailing his tongue along the length of his cock, before kissing down the length of it again, repeating the motions.]

[His breath catches, as Rye spreads that dollop of precome across the tip of his cock, hips hitching forward into the teasing circles]

I - I ain't saying it's too long. Just saying - just saying it'd make me crazy.

[By the look on his face, he hadn't intended to say that; he flushes darker still - ducks his head, and seems to find something very interesting about the wrinkles in the blankets. When Rye starts to talk about the aphrodisiac plans, he shifts and squirms, hips coming all the way up off the mattress when that nail scrapes his nipple]

J-jesus. That's - yeah. I wanna - yeah. I want you to - to do what you want, as many times as you want, till I can't take it no more. I wanna be so worked up I can't stand it, and - and you just doing whatever feels good.

[The flush has crept all the way to his chest, by now; his words, rushed and breathy, are pitched to be too quiet for the gathered spectators to hear]

[He opens his legs readily when asked - flushes, when he's reminded that they're being watched, and goes to close them again, only catching himself at the last moment. He leaves them where they're placed, though he trembles with the effort, eyes averted and posture self-conscious]

[Then Rye's busy leaning down, and there's wet heat lapping at his cock, and Hurricane can't tamp down the little whimper of pleasure that leaves him. His hips jackknife up off the mattress, and he reaches instinctively for Rye's hair, to try and encourage more]

Oh, jesus. That feels so good. Your mouth is so g-good, keep - keep doing that.

Edited 2021-02-03 23:42 (UTC)

More too long for Hell. As much as I love torturing you, wouldn't want it at a bad time. But the other plan....that's a few hours I could steal you away for. You'd be so lovely. An utter mess as I use you. Pretty swollen lips, thighs so slick, ass looking ready to be filled. Your own pre would make your cock look so lovely. [He drops the lube, moving his hand back to his cock, holding it as he licks up the side.]

You'd beg for more so nicely, it'd be easy to get hard even when it starts leaving my system. Could tie your hands behind your back. Wouldn't want my fucktoy playing with himself when he's supposed to be used for my pleasure. [His voice, however, isn't pitched so low.]

[Rye's mouth and hand keeps working his cock, light, gentle strokes, his tongue licking the length of it, spreading open month kisses. Only rarely does he take the head in his mouth to suck, quuckly miving away befire he can thrust. He groans at the hair tug, but doesn't intensify his actions, gentle and patient over his cock.]

[His other hand moves between his legs as he does. Soreading lube around the hole, still slow and patient, waiting several long moments before pressing a finger inside.]

O-oh my god. Yeah, that's - yeah. I - I dunno if I could keep my hands off. Dunno how long it'd be before I was begging for it, either. You - you got any idea how hot you are?

[He makes a keening sort of whine as Rye takes the head of his cock in his mouth to suckle; his breath all leaves him in a rush, when Rye pulls away again, and Hurricane's grip on his hair tightens]

G-gonna be real, here, I dunno how much longer I'm gonna be able to keep my hands off now. Feels - r-real good, but it's - it's really getting to me.

[His hips have been rocking restlessly against the teasing touches, as though he can't quite keep them still; as soon as Rye's finger begins to enter him, though, he bears down hard, the motions becoming more pronounced now that he has something to move against]

Mm, that's - god, that's good. Keep - keep going, I want more.

Hmm, your cock says very. [Its a strange thought, a disconnecting thought, but the number of people who want to fuck him certainly gives it some validity.] You do have trouble keeping your hands to yourself. Its really hot. [He trails his tongue up along his length, slow and deliberate as he looked up at him.]

I should make you give me a show one day. I could do that affect on you again. The one that makes you want me, but not let you touch me. Then I could sit back and watch you work yourself until it wears off. [There's another brief suckle and a groan at the tug in his hair.] Lovely Hurricane, hand working his pretty cock. Maybe fuck yourself on your Christmas present.

Then keep them busy. [He guides Hurricane's free hand up to his nipples.] I have down here, but you can play with yourself up there.

[He begins thrusting his finger, that at a definitely firmer pace, as his mouth keeps up the slow pace, only opened mouth kisses, slow licks, and brief suckles on the head with a moan.]

[His breath hitches in, sharp, at the idea of that - being flushed with the heat of that effect, wanting Rye but not able to have anything but his own hand]

Jesus. That's -

[He licks at his lips, unconsciously]

Y-yeah, that's - I wanna try. I'd want you so bad. I mean - I want you all the time anyway, but, like - that power's like s-someone flipped the switch up to 11 all of a sudden.

[Hurricane shudders, hard, as Rye's finger starts to thrust; his back arches up off the bed in a bow at the combination of sensations, the teasing wet heat of Rye's mouth, and the not-enough girth of a single finger. His fingers rub restlessly at his own nipple; it was a stiff peak already, but within seconds it firms up further under the attention]

J-jesus, hurry. I want more. I want - I want you to drag it out even longer. I'm going k-kinda crazy, and it's - god, you're making it worse, it's so - g-good.

Glad to hear you want me as much as I want you. [His free hand grips his hip, holds him still as he finally takes his cock into his mouth, far enough where the head is almost in his throat, and he sucks hard.]

[He doesn't let up the suction as he presses in a second finger, thrusting the fingers in hard and fast for several long moments, before finally moving them at their steady pace as he pulls his mouth off his cock with a soft pop.]

Be rougher with your nipples. I want them to ache so even the slihhtest touch drives you nuts.

[His mouth returns to the slow licks and kisses.] I think I'd tie you down. Not your hands, just to make sure you keep distant. [He let's his breath move over spit slick skin, tongue moving to focus just under the head, small sucks on the side, attention the break between sentences] Make you want me. Make you watch me as I play with myself. Maybe you wouldn't have toys. I could keep them to myself. The fleshlight isn't as good as your body, but its better then my hand. Watching you would get me so hard, it'd have plenty of use. [His fingers keep tgrusting, but changing the angle, looking for that spot.]

[Hurricane groans, long and low, as Rye finally takes him into his mouth. It's probably a good thing he held Hurricane's hips down, because the reaction is immediate, an instant attempt to press up into that wet heat]

[As soon as Rye starts to apply suction, his head falls back against the mattress, eyes fluttering closed]

O-oh my god. Jesus christ, your mouth. Pretty - pretty sure I'm gonna be thinking about this when I get myself off for like a month after this.

[His cheeks are flushed dark with humiliation, but he's not self-conscious enough not to make a soft sound of frustration, when Rye pulls away. He makes another, small and wanting, at the off-handed command]

[The hand still buried in Rye's hair leaves it, reluctantly, so that both of his hands can do as he's been asked. They pinch at his nipples this time, hard, and he shudders at the feel of it]

J-jesus. That's - that's gonna drive me crazy. I'm gonna about lose my mind, watching you get off. You're s-so damn pretty when you're turned on. You know that?

[It's not hard to tell, when Rye's fingers find that spot; as always, Hurricane's face is an open book. His eyes go wide, and his mouth falls open, hips straining urgently against the hand that's holding them in place]

[Rye makes a pleased hum at the idea of Hurricane getting off on thoughts of him. It makes him feel warmer, want him more, cock leaking pre between his legs.]

[He blushes at the comment of being pretty, a different kimd of warmth in him, pleasant and embarrassed at once, mixed with self doubt.] Not as pretty as you. Gods, you look so good, playing with your nipples. [There's another brief suckle on his head.] Its fun to play with them, isn't it? I'll have to give them the attention they deserve when I fuck you.

[Rye hums, looking at him with lidded eyes, fingers moving to kerp thrusting against that spot.] There it is. That spot that makes my gorgeous fucktoy sing.

I'm gonna start sucking you off now. And I want you to talk. Beg to fuck my throat. Do it pretty enough, and I'll take you deep.

And....if you do a good job with your nipples, work them hard, you can grab my hair when you're in my throat....and I'll let go of your hips. Don't worry, my fingers will keep fucking you too. How does that sound?

[That spot really is getting to him. He arches and pants, trying to press back into Rye's fingers and forward into his mouth, the motions nothing more than tiny twitches, thank to Rye holding his hips in place]

J-jesus. That - yeah, that sounds amazing. That sounds - god, I wanna feel your mouth. I want you to s-suck me.

[His hands are working at his own nipples, still - pinching and tugging harder now, shuddering up into his own touch as he struggles to do as he's been asked]

P-please? I wanna - wanna press all the way in. I want your mouth. The teasing's real good, but it - it makes me want more so bad.

[Rye shifts, dark eyes watching Hurricane play with himself.] Such a good boy. Keep singing, pet. I love how you sound.

[He guides his cock into his mouth, starting slow at first, a light suck as he bobs his head, getting used to the feeling again. He keeps one hand on his hip, eyes watching him with a lidded look.]

[As Hurricane begs, he moves a little farther down. As he plays with his nipples, any particularly hard tug gets a sharp, hard suck for several long moments, Rye groaning around him. He slowly builds taking more, more pressure, mixed with his tongue moving along the underside, pressing under the head.]

[He's not pressed against his throat yet though, taking his time to move down bit by bit, fingers still moving to hit that spot as they thrust in.]

((Realized I messed up hand logistics.))

[Every time Rye gives those sharp, hard sucks, Hurricane's breath hitches; his hips twitch, trying to press him up off the mattress and into Rye's mouth]

Oh, jesus. That's - good. That's r-real good. It's so - hot, and wet and - god, your tongue. Every time you hit that one spot, I about l-lose it.

[It seems to be a good reward system; certainly, it's encouraging Hurricane to be rougher with his nipples, twisting and tugging no matter how it makes him squirm, the pleasure-pain borderline too intense]

Keep - keep doing that, it feels so good. I wanna - I wanna go all the way in. Aahh, jesus, don't stop, that's - just like that, holy shit, dude, your mouth -

[His grip is hard on his hip. Without a doubt, its Wild City abilities, using strength Hurricane wasn't likely to beat in bed. Letting Rye work with little issue.]

[As Hurricane talks, he takes a little more into his mouth with each bob, he keeps groaning around his cock. When Hurricane says all the way in, he moves down sharply to take the head into his throat briefly, throat convulsing, before he pulls back, returning to his pace. The pace still calm and measured, mixed with the hard suck when Hurricane needs a reward.]

[He presses in a third finger finally, pressing them in deep. As the head of his cock finally reaches the back of his mouth, he keep up that depth, and his fingers move to thrust against that spot everytime, lingering to press against that bundle of nerves for several long moments between each thrust.]

[The strength is definitely doing its job; Rye can probably feel the way his hip flexes as he tries to jacknife straight up off the mattress, a long moan leaving him as Rye's fingers keep working at the right spot]

O-oh my god. Oh my god, that's - right there. Right there, keep - keep doing that. G-god, your fingers are - that spot's so good.

[His head falls back against the mattress; his toes curl, against the covers, eyes fluttering closed]

S-suck me, use - use your tongue, jesus, your mouth oughtta be illegal, I wanna be deeper, I want - I want you to get up here already and fuck me -

[It sounds like he's not sure what he wants, at this point - or maybe like he wants it all. Certainly his brain to mouth filter seems broken, and certainly he's aware of it, face flushed dark and turned away from the audience. Despite it all, though, he keeps working at his own nipples, harsh and relentless, needing the reward. He's starting to tremble, thighs drawing up tight the way they do when he gets close]

[Rye keeps him right at the edge as he speaks, sucking hard to reward for every hard tweak, pressing him deeper when he talks about his mouth, though only taking the head into his throat briefly before pulling back to bob his head. Sucking, tongue trailing the underside and along the head.]

[His fingers keep hitting that spot, working him open all the whole, but he can feel it under his hands, the tension and trembling, and when he's sure Hurricane is about to cum-]

[He pulls his mouth off with a soft pop, fingers only moving shallowly, just to work him open, but nowhere near that spot, slow and patient.]

Can't cum yet, pet. [His voice is already rough.] The first time you get to cum will be down my throat, when you're fucking it like the needy little thing you are. When you're so desperate, you don't care who sees.

And after that, I'm putting you on your knees and fucking you into the mattress.

[Hurricane groans, long and low, the sound pure frustration - tries to press up off the mattress, chasing after Rye's mouth, or trying to grind down against those fingers, to get them back where he needs them, or both]

J-jesus, dude. You can't - you can't just say stuff like that.

[He can't seem to decide what he wants more, though - ends up ineffectual at both, cock red and glistening, the hard length of it bobbing untouched against his stomach. As Rye watches, a drop of precome squeezes free, trickling down the length of him, and Hurricane groans again - squirms, panting open-mouthed]

Your mouth's so - good. G-god, the things you say. It makes it better - makes it worse - makes me want you so bad -

[He's reaching for himself before he can stop to think about it, one hand leaving his nipple to take his cock in hand, needing just another stroke or two to send him over the edge]

But its so fun. [He makes sure to pull his fingers back, so Hurricane can't get them in any deeper then just passed hus first knuckles. Hus mouth pulls away from the cock, kissing along his inner thighs, nipping the kiss.] You love when I say stuff like that. You like how I describe taking you to pieces. You like how I call out your wants.

You like knowing all the ways I could use my lovely fucktoy. [He bites hard at his thigh, before sucking hardon the skin to leave a dark mark.]

[He lets go of his hip to grab his wrist, pinning it to the bed with enhanced strength.] Ah, ah. Try to touch yourself again right now....

Well, I'll do what I said. But after you cum down my throat, I'm putting you in a cock ring. And....maybe I'll use my pheromones. Fuck you when you're blocked up, wanting me so bad....maybe the way you earn it off will involve our audience. So you can never forget they're there, watching my lovely pet.

[Hurricane jolts, as Rye nips at his thigh, hips twitching upward to press his cock desperately into nothing. He lets out a shuddering moan, as Rye sucks on the sensitive skin hard enough to leave a mark, the intense sensation so close to where he wants to be touched a vicious tease. His hips keep rocking, helpless and restless, trying to work Rye's fingers deeper inside him]

G-god, I was so close. Keep - keep touching me, I want - jesus, please, s-suck me off, put your fingers deeper, touch that spot again -

[His cock twitches again, hard, as Rye pins his wrist and mentions the cock ring in combo with the pheromones; a new drop of precome squeezes free from the tip to trail down the length of him, the soft wet tickle of its trail a reminder of what he really needs]

O-oh my god. I'd lose my mind. It'd be - jesus, it'd be good. Or - or bad, in a real good way. That one power of yours - g-god, it gets right to me. Gets - gets under my skin, makes me wanna come so bad I can't stand it.

[He flushes, dark, at the reminder of the audience; it's that humiliation, more than anything, that keeps his other hand in place on his nipple, instead of reaching to ease the ache of throbbing cock]

Edited 2021-02-10 17:12 (UTC)

[Rye hums, still keeping his fingers teasingly shallow, focused more on stretching him then pleasuring him. He kisses along Hurricane's thighs, moving his hand from his wrist to along his leg, deciding to use his flexibility to hook one onto the edge of the bed, spreading him out more.]

Gods, you really like me pinning you down. I'll have to do that when I fuck you. Keep you right where I want you as I fill this tight ass. [His fingers move in sharply, thrusting hard against the spot once, before pulling back to those shallow thrusts.]

[He watches that trail form as he bites again on the opposite thigh, sucking hard to leave another mark.] It gets to you, not being able to cum. [He leans forward, dragging his tongue lightly along his cock, just enough to pick up the trail.] Put you in a ring. Release the pheromones. Remember, they last an hour. But if you're good, if you beg pretty enough on your own, I'll let you cum. Just after I've used you for a few rounds myself.

[He really is flexible; his leg goes easily, spreading him almost obscenely wide. He flushes, a little, at being put so on display - bites at his lip. He can't help the way his hips are still rocking, trying to get those fingers in deeper]

Y-yeah. It's real hot, when you pin me down. When - when you get to decide what I can and can't do.

[When Rye's fingers finally relent and seek out the spot inside him again, he groans long and low - grinds down on them, trying to get more]

[But all too soon they're pulling back, and he shudders, hard, cock bobbing in open air. He shifts and shivers as Rye sucks a mark onto his own thigh - outright whimpers, when his tongue traces the length of his cock]

Oh, jesus - that's - keep doing that. Christ, please, I - your tongue's so good. I can't - I - it really gets me going, not being able to finish. I feel like - like I'm gonna go crazy. I -

[The flush is all the way to his ears, by now; his cock leaks another long trail of precome, but this time he doesn't reach to take it in hand. He reaches instead for his own mouth - bites down, hard, on the fleshy part of his thumb to shut himself up]

Then I think I will. Face buried in the mattress, legs spread, hands pinned on your back, my cock pounding you hard that not even the bed could muffle you. [He nips sharply at a new spot.] Your cock leaking pre as the cock ring holds you tight. My pheromones in the air. [He sucks hard on the new spot.]

I think I'd start it when I started to push into you. So you could feel it take hold as I fill you. Start slow and gentle, until you're begging me to fuck out your brains. [He nuzzles the bruises with affection.]

[He watches Hurricane bite diwn on his hand and he hums, licking once along the length of him, slow and careful.] I'm not gonna suck you off unless you're talking. Otherwise, I can just do this. [Another long, slow lick along the shaft.

[Hurricane whines, long and low, as Rye lays out what's going to happen - the position, and the pinned hands, and the cock ring, and the pheromones. His cock jerks, hard, at the combination of the words and the suction against his thigh, sharp and intense and good, and not at all what he needs]

[He whines again, softly, as Rye lays out the possibility that he'll let the pheromones kick in as he starts - that they'll gradually build, even as Rye fucks him. A new drop of precome wells up and then spills, cock twitching in anticipation]

[When Rye gives another teasing lick, he groans - can't help but try to press up off the mattress and into the heat of Rye's tongue, back arching hard]

[He flushes darker still - takes his hand away from his mouth, shaky and reluctant. The words spill out immediately, like that was all that had been keeping them at bay:]

Don't - I need - I need more than that. Jesus, please, suck me off already, take me - take me in your mouth, I wanna - I wanna go deep, I want your tongue, I want you to suck me so bad -

[Rye grins as Hurricane talks, his free hand moving down to pump himself a few times with a low groan. His own cock is hard, pre trailing down, watching and listening to Hurricane get overwhelmed.] That's my good pet. Gods, I can't tell you how ready I am to be inside you. But first...

[He lifts up his hand, licking off the pre, before settling it on Hurricane's thigh, thumb rubbing a circle over a mark.] Keep talking. I'll accept being unable to form words from pleasure, but if you try to stop yourself on purpose, I stop sucking.

[His grip tightens on his thigh and his mouth returns to his cock. Taking the head, then moving down, down, taking his length at a steady pace until he's at his throat.]

[Then further, taking him in deeper still, until his lips are at the base, swallowing around his head with a muffled groan.]

[His eyes flicker out and away, toward Rye's hand and the sight of it on his cock, stroking slowly. He groans at the visual - squirms, hips working helplessly against the hold. His own cock, curved hard and red against his stomach, gives another long twitch, a new drop of precome trailing down the length of it]

I - jesus, yes, I want you to fuck me. I want you to - to put it in, I want your fingers deeper, I - god, suck me, take me in your mouth, I won't stop talking, just, jesus, suck me off, please.

[The words stutter to a stop for a moment as Rye finally takes his cock into his mouth, a long, wavering moan shuddering out of him. His hips press upward, working helplessly against Rye's hold]

O-oh my god, that's - just like that, that feels so good. H-holy crap, your mouth is so good, your tongue's so hot, and w-wet, and - [His voice breaks, when Rye swallows, hips flexing sharply as he attempts to buck up into it] Jesus, yes, that - do that again, that feels amazing, keep - keep going -

[Rye's hand grips his thigh tight, keeping him pinned down for nowvas he takes him deeper. His cock is hard against his stomach, pre trailing down the length to his thigh as Hurricane talks, as he feels the weight on his tongue, the stretch of his mouth. The words pool inside him, hearing Hurricane wrecked, hearing what he wants.]

[His fingers are still shallow, as he moves his head. Only a few inches, getting used to Hurricane entering hus throat, sucking lightly, swallowing around the head with soft groan.]

[Until finally, he moves his hand off his thigh, moving down to take his cock, and begin stroking himself at a sedate pace. He looks up at Hurricane, his cock just outside Rye's throat. He holds his head still. His fingers, however, sharply thrust in deep against that spot and begins to do so repeatedly.]

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