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[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.]

[Hurricane whimpers a little, at Rye's words; it's plain to see how much they get to him, in the way his lips part and his cheeks flush deeper. It's plain to feel how much they get to him, by the way his cock gives a hopeful little twitch, there beneath the fabric]

O-oh my god. Are you trying to kill me?

[Evidently yes, because then Rye's pulling away, and Hurricane groans softly, the sound pure frustration. He shudders, and shifts, and can't help but lean in as though needing more]

[Then Rye's climbing out of the car, and there's nothing but the ache of want, and the walk through the game tower. Hurricane glances down at the bulge in the dress - flushes darker, and reaches up underneath to adjust his underwear. It's fairly tight, thankfully - has to be, to fit under his usual bodysuits without showing - and with a little adjustment, he manages to get his erection from obscene to something only just noticeable, if someone happens to be looking for it]

[Possibly he palms himself a couple of times through the fabric of the boxer-briefs, because he's already very wound up, but it's only a few, and then he's biting down on his lip and climbing out after Rye, flush all the way to his ears]

Maybe a little. [It's always a thrill to work Hurricane up, to see all the ways he can get a reaction.]

[He looks at Hurricane as he climbs out, pointedly looking down at the bulge, and then up to meet his eyes. His tail wraps around his waist, pulling him closer so get a hand around him.]

I am glad though. [He keeps his voice low.] You're cute in the dress, but it's nothing compared to when you mess up a dress. I'm excited to still get to make you ruin it.

[The flush goes darker still as Rye's gaze falls to the bulge in the dress, acutely aware that the rearranging didn't hide it entirely - shivers a little, as Rye uses his tail to draw him in closer]

[He bites at his lip - shifts his weight to one foot, and then back again]

So - so let's get outta here already.

If we run, people might notice. Wouldn't want that, right?

[He could cover them in his wings, really. And he would if he saw anyone actually noticing them. But he knows Hurricane is affected by embarrassment, so he's willing to draw out the illusion of genuine discovery.]

[So he keeps walking at a calm pace.]

Notice your dress. Might make them pay enough attention to see.

[He ducks his head, a little - keeps pace with Rye, though his gait is somewhat lopsided, compensating for the tightness in his underwear and the persistent ache of arousal]

[His flush goes a little darker, at the possibility that some might notice if they draw too much attention]

Ah - r-right.

I guess - I guess it's probly better to take it slow.

Hm, yep. Just one step after the other.

And try not to think how that breeze against you leg just means it'll be so easy to take you when we're alone. [Keeping his voice low.]

[He shivers, hard, at the reminder - bites down on his lip, and misses a step so that e can shift a little, trying to make the pressure from his own underwear more bearable]

You ain't helping, dude.

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