[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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[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]