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[He looks back at Hurricane, and at least he isn't drawing out the walk.]

[He'll open the door to the back of the car.] Right this way.

[Climbing in fast, god he is embarrassed,]

[He chuckles, following in after.]

[And once the door is closed, he's gonna kiss Hurricane again.]

[Makes a muffled sort of sound in surprise, but it only takes him a beat to recover and kiss back]

[He hums, already licking his lips, settling himself between Hurricane's legs, hands moving to run along his thighs.]

[Oh, that escalated quickly]

[Which isn't to say he isn't taking hold of Rye to pull him in for that kiss, shivering softly at the hands on his thighs]

[Hurricane put a dress on for him and walked here. He deserved a reward.]

[He teases at his lips with light nips, hand resting on the garter. Before snapping it against his skin.]

[He sucks in a sharp gasp, at the snap of the garter - shifts a little, on the seat of the car]

[He tilts his head up into the kiss, trying to deepen it beyond those teasing little nips]

[He grins into the kiss.] Should get you more stockings. [A soft murmur against his kips.]

[Before deepening the kiss, tongue pressing into his mouth, hands rubbing slow circles on his thighs, under the skirt.]

[The flush goes deeper, at the mention of stockings; he opens his mouth as though to make some reply, but then Rye is finally licking into his mouth to deepen the kiss, and he shudders and subsides]

[His own hands come up to trail over Rye's sides and back, eager and a little restless]

[He sighs softly into the kiss, tongue eager to taste and explore his mouth, using the extra length to his full advantage. His hands run up and down his thighs, lightly tugging on the garter with each pass, just to rrmind Hurricane of it. Shifting closer to press between his thighs.]

[He parts his legs a little, obligingly - shivers and shifts, trying to tug Rye nearer]

[He hums, moving closer, hiking up the skirt more as he settles between his legs, hands moving to guide them to hook behind him.]

[He breaks the kiss to nuzzke and kiss his neck a few moments.] I should get you more clothes like this. Its so easy to touch you with a skirt.

[He shivers again, harder - spreads his legs a little wider]

I mean. It'seasyto touch me in other stuff, too. Ain't it?

Not like this. [His nibbles just under his ear to whisper.] I have to strip you of your normal clothes to fuck you. But if I got you panties to match the skirt...

Just have to move a little fabric aside, don't I~? [His hands move up to squeeze his ass, pressing him close to the forming bulge.] As is, would just need to take off the underwear. And the skirt would hide so much, I could take you. Right. Here.

[He makes a small sound, at the back of his throat - chokes it down, flushing dark]

[From the feel of it, the bulge in Hurricane's boxer-briefs has long since formed; his breath is a little shaky, and he shifts beneath Rye]

We're like... we're right in the middle of the game tower.

We have almost done it in a closet. And wings just naturally hide more in this space. [He can keep them close, but hiding a good angle to watch is difficult with that much there.]

Would you like it, Hurricane? [His hips slowly grind against his, hands rubbing his thighs before moving to squeeze his ass intermittently.] My cock pounding into you as you avoid crying out, avoid drawing too much attention, because the wings and skirt make it just hard enough to look inside. Just hard enough to tell you're getting your brains fucked out as long as you don't scream. Maybe if you do avoid us grtting noticed, I'll even let you fuck my new pussy, you seemed to like it before. Would be fun right, being milked dry when there's so many people around, getting fucked and rode over and over.

[His breath stutters in his throat; he shifts again, hips pressing up into the slow pressure]

Jesus. That's -

[Another shaky breath; he has to bite down on his lip for a second, to try and hold it together]

I - I dunno if I could keep quiet.

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Hmm, you do beg so pretty though. [His hand snaps the garter at his thigh.]

[His hips keep moving, grinding his cock against his through their clothes, kissing along his collar bone.] Even if someone saw...would that make you stop?

Or would you just want it more?

[The flush goes darker still; he squirms again, restless, hips jolting sharply upward at the snap of the garter]

O-of course we'd have to stop. That's - we're in the middle of the Game Tower, dude.

We've done risky before. Last time I would have gladly rode your cock in that closet. Or bend you over and make you scream. Probably both.

[He nibbles lightly on the fron of his neck, a hand trailing up to rub his nipple through the fabric. His hips grinding firmly over his, a soft moan at the back of his throat.]

And earlier in the park....I can see why you like the pheromones. Even if all of hell had found us, I wouldn't have stopped riding your cock. It felt so good, fucking me over and over.

This - this is different. Ain't it? Before we had, like - walls. A door.

A-and in the park, no one was around.

[Through the fabric, his nipple is a hard little pebble; when Rye rubs at it, he sucks in a sharp breath, hips rocking restlessly into the pressure]

Hmm, true. It is a lot riskier. But maybe that would make you cum harder.

[He pinches the hard nub, twisting lightly, nibbling under his ear. His other hand drifts to his ass, pressing him close as they grind together.]

Though maybe its just cause I want to ride you again. It feels different, you in my ass, and you in my cunt. Its new, limited time. Can you blame me for wanting to take advantage? It felt good, didn't it?

[His breath catches again, as Rye presses him closer to grind them together, and he shudders, hard, at the twist to his nipple]

It felt - felt real good.

But we c-could go somewhere else, too. Don't - don't gotta be here.

Hmm, could. Then you could use that Pollen again. Abd I could use the pheromones.

[He keeps twisting the nipple, mouth nipping and kussing over his neck, grinding their clothed cock together.] Gods, how intense that'd be.

Maybe first...you could fill us with your vines. They felt real good, you know. Squirming, rubbing inside, even as you lost your mind. You could fuck as both as I milked your cock with my cunt, played with your nipples...told you how good a boy you are, fucking us senseless.

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