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[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 -

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Hmm, please what? Suck you off? Jerk you off? Fuck you? Right here in the elevator where anyone could see us?

See you stain your pretty dress as my cock pounds into you, over and over until the green finally looks white with your cum?

[He grip tightens, strokes him one, two, three times.]

[Then let's go as the elevator dings for Wild City.]

You don't get to cum until after I fuck you though.

[He groans, long and low, when Rye lets him go; it's louder than he meant it to be - loud enough that anyone on the landing would surely have known exactly what was going on]

[He flushes dark - shivers, and squirms. With his underwear pushed down the way Rye left it, the tent his erection makes in the fabric is really rather blatant]

J-jesus, dude.

[Luckily there is no one. (Rye was aware. He can smell Wild City better then anyone else.)]

[He chuckles and grabs his hands before he can try to adjust the underwear, pulling him along through the dorm.]

Don't worry. I'll be inside you in....maybe five minutes. Max. I'm sure you don't want me drawing out prep.

[He makes an interesting noise when Rye drags him along without re-adjusting the underwear - stumbles a little, before he starts to walk]

[The feel of the gauzy fabric along the length of his cock is a lot, given how wound up he already is, and he bites his lip, hard, to keep from trying to reach for it]

I don't need any, I'm - I'm ready already.

....oh?

Have you been busy today, Hurricane? [Teasing. Eyes roaming over him.]

Not that I can blame you. Or them. Gods, you're hard to resist normally, let alone fun powers.

What? No.

I ain't - no.

You haven't been having fun with others?

[And there is his door. Leading inside.]

Not, uh - like. Like that.

Y'know, like - inside.

[His gait is noticeably crooked, the rubbing of the fabric becoming harder to ignore]

Ah, I see.

A little prep if you're that impatient. Don't want you too sore for the vines.

[He brings him to to a chair, and stops him there. Guiding his hands to the back and noticeably too far to rub against it.]

There. You're a nymph, after all. Not a horny dog rutting against furniture. [He looks down at his erection.] Remember. Don't cum as I fuck you so I can have you in my throat. You'd much rather cum like that, right?

[Takes hold of the chair back when he's guided to it, though he tries to scoot in immediately, as though meaning to get close enough to press up agaisnt it,]

[He flushes dark at the comment about horney dogs rutting against funiture; below the fabric of the dress, that tent bobs tellingly]

I - I'll be good. I ain't gonna - finish.

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