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[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.

Oh, I dunno. I think I'm helping exactly the way I want. [A light pinch to his thigh.]

[His breath catches; he stutters to a stop, before he realizes that won't actually help them get out of here faster, and forces himself to keep going]

[He stutters to a stop again, almost immediately, and has to try and adjust himself through the dress, as surreptitiously as he can manage,]

You're gnna kill me.

Only a little. I'll make sure you enjoy it. [And hand drifts to an even less innocent spot.]

[His breath catches in his throat; he licks at his lips, unconsciously, and shifts again, pressing into that hand a little,]

Dude...

[He chuckles and leans closer to kissing his temple.]

Just a few more feet.

You ain't making it easy.

[Read: pulling away is very difficult right now,]

I don't want to.

[But tugging along to the elevator still.]

[Stumbles back into motion, making for the elevator]

I tell you lately you're dangerous?

Nope. So clearly I had to make up for it.

[And elevator.]

[He'll press the button, and pull Hurricane closer.]

[And with them facing the elevator-]

[He leans in to kiss his neck...and grope the bulge under the skirt.]

Wh - dude!

[It comes out as a startled hiss, almost a yelp, as want and humiliation coil through through him. His hips lurch forward into Rye's hand, even as he reaches out to hit the door close button,,,]

[He chuckles as the door closes.] Such a cute sound.

[He moves to lean against the wall, pulling Hurricane with him, his back to his chest, with his front to the elevator door.]

Think we'll manage getting there without anyone else coming on board? [His hands drift up along his thighs, close to his erection, his own pressed to his ass.]

I - I dunno.

[He shifts and squirms, trying to get that hand closer,]

It ain't that long of a trip, right?

Hmm, true. [He rolls his hips against his ass, hand drifting forward to his erection, rubbing it firmly, pushing his underwear down to make the erection more obvious.]

Probably couldn't get my cock in you that fast, even with how easy the dress makes it. Might get distracted too. Only stop when someone interrupts the show.

[Without the underwear holding his erection in place, the tent in the dress is really quite obscene]

[It lifts the gauzy fabric - leaves a damp spot on the dress almost instantly, from the precome]

[Hurricane bites down on his lip, hard, rocking into the touch of Rye's hand]

J-jesus, dude. That's - s-stopping might be - hard, yeah.

[He wraps his fingers around his cock through the fabric, starting to pump him slowly, but grip looser, not wanting him to cum just yet.]

Hmm, I might not even then. Even with an audience, it'd feel too good inside you. I'd just keep fucking you as they watched. [He grinds his own erection more pointedly against his ass.]

Gods, look at you, already making a mess in your pretty dress.

I - I mean. Whose fault is that?

[His face is flushed a remarkable shade of red; Rye can probably feel the pounding of his heart through the places where they touch. His eyes are locked on the elevator doors as he all but squirms with humiliation at the thought of them getting caught like this, but he can't stop the way he shudders up into Rye's fist, hips working restlessly into the too-looose hold]

Mine and I don't regret it a bit. [Nips sharply at his neck, still pumping him slow and steady. He waiting for any fresh scents coming through the door, ready to hide Hurricane, but]

[Well, he doesn't need to know.]

[His free hand moves to his chest, pulling him closer, feeling his heart beat. He definitely likes this, when he can feel his heart so clearly.]

Its a good sight, at least. You have such a pretty cock. I can't wait to feel it in my throat again. Almost excited as getting to be inside inside you again, fucking you hard like I could right now.

[Hurricane whines, softly, at the slow strokes - at the sharp nip against his neck, and the warmth of Rye's hand around him, and the way the gauzy fabric grazes against the head of his cock]

[His toes are starting to curl, in his fancy open-toed sandals; he shifts, restless, there on the elevator floor, even as the knowledge that someone could come in at any time keeps his face dark with humiliation]

Ah - j-jesus. Please -

Edited 2021-12-17 16:58 (UTC)

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