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[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.

J-jesus. That'd be -

[He breaks off - bites down on his lip, hard, as he shudders up into the slow grind of Rye's cock, the delicious twist of fingers at his nipple]

[His own hands have begun to wander, feeling along Rye's sides and hips, decidedly restless]

That's be a lot.

Yeah.

But it'd feel real good. Gods, it feels amazing when you lose control normally. You could even feel it some yourself this time. And you'd look so hot in this outfit.

[He grinds against him hard, with a low groan.]

Gods, I want you.

[His breath catches as Rye rocks into him again; his hips stutter up into the pressure, lips parted so that he can breathe]

W-we should get outta here.

If - if we're gonna do all that.

Could you make the walk like this? Hard and aching, tenting your dress?

Because I could let you fuck my throat first. All you'd have to focus on is quiet, you know I can take you rutting like you're in heat.

[He sucks in a breath - shudders, hard, shifting beneath Rye at even the suggestion]

J-jesus, dude. That's -

Quiet's kinda a tall order, when you really get going.

Hmmm, I think you can do it. Especially when we're alone, I'll want to hear your every sound.

But your choice. Walk back with your cock aching in this dress, or be quiet as you train my throat more now. [He nibbles over his pulse, grinding slowly.]

[He whimpers softly, as Rye continues to press in against him - rocks up into the touch, eyes half-lidded with the pleasure]

I - I dunno if I can do it.

Keep - keep quiet, I mean.

And that's why I'm giving you a choice, Hurricane. What can you take?

Otherwise, I'll just make you cum in your underwear. [Another pointed, hard grind, biting his shoulder.]

[Another whimper, louder than before. He seems to catch himself - seems to realize how loud even that was, because he flushes very dark, squirming beneath Rye's weight]

[For a long few endless seconds, he just rubs restlessly up against Rye, legs instinctively spreading wider for better friction]

[He wants Rye's mouth - wants that tight, wet heat - but it's almost too good, certainly not something he can keep quiet through. The thought of walking through the game tower still hard and aching makes him flush with humiliation - but if he picks neither, then he'll finish right here, in his underwear, and the wet spot will provide an even more obvious sign of what they've been up to]

[Finally, voice decidedly breathless (and hips still shifting restlessly to seek more friction):]

We... we should get outta here.

[Rye keeps rutting and grinding against Hurricane as he thinks. Its hard to resist Hurricane when he's like this, red and wanting and legs around him. If he said nothing, it would be so easy to grind them to completion. As is, even after he speaks, his hips keep moving with soft moans against his neck.]

When we get there, I'm bending you over the nearest surface and fucking you. Open you up for the vines you'll fill yourself with.

If you're still hard after, you're fucking my throat after.

That'll calm us down long enough for you to fill us both. Then I'm making you spill every drop of your cum in my cunt. I wanna be able to remember how it feels to be used like that for months. Which room we going to?

[At the words - or at the motion of Rye's hips - he makes another sound, breathless and wanting. His own hips are keeping up their restless quest for friction, the heat of his erection painfully evident through the gauzy cloth of the dress]

J-jesus.

That's - yeah. I wanna - yeah.

Try not to cum from me fucking you, okay? I really want you worked up, taking my throat. It feels so good when you take it like a desperate dog in heat. [He grinds his cock pointedly a few more moments, making sure he's hard, before pulling away with a soft groan.]

[He looks down, seeing the tented material as he adjusts his more fitted clothes, helping restrain his own.]

Come on, let's get to the elevator. [Gives him a pointed smirk as he opens the door and climbs out.]

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