[He leans in, careful - starts with delicate kitten licks all along the head, tiny laps that cover every centimeter at least twice, lapping at the very tip as thoough to coax out precome]
[He gasps, shuddering at the little licks, heading falling back. Fingers still running through his hair.]
[It doesn't take much to coax his cock out if the sheath, each lick getting more, and the intensity of New, but also the eyes watching, it's a lot. A little pre already beading at the tip.]
[A soft, low moan leaves him, cock twitching under his tongue, folds tightening briefly at teasing licks.]
[The crowd is definitely paying attention. Murmuring to each other and starting to pull out phones.]
[His face burns in humiliation, but it just makes each lick feel just that much more, slick and pre forming under his mouth, fingers tightening in his hair briefly.] Gods, Hurricane....
[He makes a questioning hum against Rye, but doesn't stop licking - makes his slow way back up to Rye's cock, all the way to the tip, where he delicately laps up the new pre that's formed]
[Then he takes the tip into his mouth and begins to suckle, softly]
Your mouth...it's really hot....and you look so good like this. [Murmured softly, gently petting his hair, quiet moans leaving him with every flick of his tongue.]
[His grip tightens briefly, eyes closing as he breathes in sharply, cock twitching in his mouth with enough dollop of pre.]
[He laps away the precome attentively, tongue working steadily at the tip. That's all that's in his mouth, still - just that little bit, with that gentle suction and the ceaseless wet rhythm of his tongue]
[He reaches up with one of his hands, careful, back behind Rye's cock - traces along those glistening folds with the tips of his fingers]
[Rye finds himself squirming at the delicate build up. Fingers petting and sometimes gripping his hair as the tongue swipes away a bit of pre. The tip leaking a few dollops after several moments of teasing.]
[He gasps as the fingers move to tease his folds, a soft whine leaving him.] That's it....keep going. Such a good maid... [Softly murmured.]
[More fans are definitely paying attention, pulling out phones.]
[Hurricane hums a soft sound, without removing his mouth from the very tip of Rye's cock. He laves his tongue over it continually - pauses to suckle again, before returning to those gentle swipes of his tongue]
[Behind, his other hand traces up and down those folds, dipping in between them to gather the wetness there]
[He's breathing heavy, his face getting redder by the moment between Hurricane's attention and the eyes watching them. Gasping sharply at the suckles that turn to soft whimpers at the licks.]
[He keeps squirming as his folds are teased in tandem, hips trying to press closer. Both at once is a lot of sensation at once and both are quick to make him hard and wet. Slick starting to gather thickly over his fingers.]
Keep going....please, I need...I need you to keep going...more.
[Another soft hum, this time in acknowledgement - and just like that, Hurricane bows his head down to swallow more of Rye's cock. It's not the full way, yet - only about half - but he takes it in and suckles, and then draws back again, beginning a steady rhythm, mouth warm and wet and accomodating]
[His other hand reaches up and back - slides between those folds, searching for the opening]
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Let me feel your mouth.
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[It doesn't take much to coax his cock out if the sheath, each lick getting more, and the intensity of New, but also the eyes watching, it's a lot. A little pre already beading at the tip.]
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[When he gets there he tastes those, too, exploring softly]
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[The crowd is definitely paying attention. Murmuring to each other and starting to pull out phones.]
[His face burns in humiliation, but it just makes each lick feel just that much more, slick and pre forming under his mouth, fingers tightening in his hair briefly.] Gods, Hurricane....
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[Then he takes the tip into his mouth and begins to suckle, softly]
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[His grip tightens briefly, eyes closing as he breathes in sharply, cock twitching in his mouth with enough dollop of pre.]
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[He reaches up with one of his hands, careful, back behind Rye's cock - traces along those glistening folds with the tips of his fingers]
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[He gasps as the fingers move to tease his folds, a soft whine leaving him.] That's it....keep going. Such a good maid... [Softly murmured.]
[More fans are definitely paying attention, pulling out phones.]
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[Behind, his other hand traces up and down those folds, dipping in between them to gather the wetness there]
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[He keeps squirming as his folds are teased in tandem, hips trying to press closer. Both at once is a lot of sensation at once and both are quick to make him hard and wet. Slick starting to gather thickly over his fingers.]
Keep going....please, I need...I need you to keep going...more.
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[His other hand reaches up and back - slides between those folds, searching for the opening]