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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.

Hmm, good. [He leans in to whisper in his ear as he moves behind him.] Because I want you to grip my hair and fuck my throat hard. I want my pet's horny desperation using me, not the chair. So no contact with your cock as I fuck you, okay?

[He pulls up his skirt slowly, letting the fabric drag across skin.] Control yourself until you're using my body.

[He groans, long and low, as the dress drags against his cock - can't help the way his hips rock forward into the teasing wisps of fabric]

Aahh, jesus, dude. That's-

I - I can't -

Just your hands. I'll have your hips. [Pulling out a small tube of lube as his other hand pulls down his underwear, soon two fingers pressing to his entrance.]

You know you want to cum down my throat.

A-ah - jesus, that's -

[Trying to press back onto those fingers immediately]

So eager. Don't worry, I won't keep you waiting long. I'll even fuck you hard and fast. You deserve to feel just how badly all your playmates wanted to rail you on top of everything else.

[He's kissing the back of his neck as his fingers work quickly, scissoring and pressing deep to work him open.]

[He makes a soft, startled sort of noise - rocks back more insistently, hips starting to move with the rhythm]

Y-yeah. That's - g-god, yeah, I want you to - to do it real hard.

Hmm, gonna. I wanted so badly to fuck you last time. Now I get to, get to use your lovely body in so many ways. I'm gonna cum in you so hard.

[He nibbles along his shoulders, already pressing in a third.] Then I'm gonna see you fill yourself with vines, use my cum to keep it slick so you can fuck yourself hard.

[His breathing has gone ragged and unsteady; his hips work in restless little circles, rocking back against those fingers, whimpering softly as the third stretches him wider]

O-oh my god, dude. That sounds -

Y-yeah, hurry, I wanna -

You're gonna fill us so much with your plants. This is just an appetizer, you know. Enough to calm down until we can both drive each other insane, all thanks to your pretty plants. Gods, you're gonna paint my cunt white once you're in me.

But for now... [The fingers work him open, gentle, but quick with a generous amount of lube, kissing and nibbling along his neck.] Beg for my cock to fuck you.

P-put it in. I want - I want you in me.

[He's rocking more urgently, now - bites down on his lip, to try and ground himself]

Hmm, good boy. Pretty boy, gonna ruin your nice dress with your pre.

[But pulling out his fingers, and opening his fly. He pulls out his dragon cock with a hiss before spreading more lube around his cock and lining himself up.] You should wear skirts more. I could never get inside you this fast with your normal clothes. I'd still be half pealing it off.

And I bet they don't feel as nice on your cock, do they? [Purred in his ear as he starts to push in, the tapered head pushing in with more ease then usual. At least until the ridges start to push in.]

O-oh, jesus. That's -

[He rocks forward, hard, as the first ridge hits - presses back, just as sharp and sudden, rocking into the second]

H-holy crap, dude, that's -

[Then the third comes, and his breath catches on a whine, losing the rest of a sentence]

Fuck-

[He gasps and shudders, slowly pushing in, whining as each ridge pushes inside, his length getting steadily thicker with each one.]

It's different....the way your body hugs my cock....gonna fuck you <so hard-

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