Thought - thought we were gonna go straight to your mouth...?
[But he moves when guided - takes that step toward the bed along with Rye, shuddering harder still at the unusual sensation of walking while being filled]
[His breath catches, as they take another step; he has to bite down on his lip, fighting the impulse to rock back into Rye or forward into the barely-there brush of the fabric]
[He whimpers, softly, as the steps don't slow - as Rye presses him back toward the bed, every motion shifting his cock inside him. They're almost to the bed, when one of the ridges happens to catch against that spot inside him that makes him see stars, and Hurricane whimpers softly, mouth falling open on a soundless gasp]
G-god. That's...
[Beneath the dress, his cock gives a hard twitch, a new dribble of precome damping the gauzy fabric]
[Every step is a shift of tightness around his cock, catching inside Hurricane in strange, but exciting ways with the ridges. Especially when it makes Hurricane whimper and squirm like that. It might be a move for later, with the petplay.]
Hmm, I know you do. [He pulls him up enough to whisper in his ear.] You're a perfect little fucktoy, after all. Eager to be filled and fucked over and over until you're as messy as when we use a Fleshlight in our play.
But....today we won't be doing that. I'm more interested in treating your cock like my plaything. [He shifts his hands together. Holding them with one hand as he opens his bedside drawer.. coxk still shifting inside him as he feels through the contents.]
[He shifts and shudders his way through the last few steps, intimately aware of the fabric tickling at the head of his cock - intimately aware of those ridges inside him, and everywhere they touch]
[When Rye brings them to a stop beside the drawer, he outright squirms, biting down on his lip and twisting around to try and see what Rye's grabbing]
I told you. I liked how it felt in my cunt. Have to take advantage. But I did promise you a blowjob.
Don't worry. I won't leave you empty. [He then pulls out a large buttplug with its own ridges and bumps.] Have to keep you open for the vines.
[He shifts inside Hurricane, squirming on purpose as he sets the plug on the stand to pull out the lube and spread it over the toy without letting go of his wrists.]
[Once it was ready, only then does he pull out with a soft groan as every ridge catches on the way out. But he's quick to replace himself with the large toy, slick with lube and the cum inside Hurricane. It's not too fast, but the pace is firm and steady.] This should keep you open.
[His eyes go wide, at the sight of the plug - the size of it, maybe, or the bumps and ridges, or perhaps just the thought of how it's going to feel on the way in]
M-man. You starting a collection or something?
[Then Rye's moving - shifting inside him on purpose, and Hurricane's voice catches on a soft sound of want. It grows to a full-on moan, as Rye pulls out of him, every ridge catching on the way; his cock twitches hard, veiled in gauzy fabric]
[Then comes the plug, and Hurricane shifts and shudders - bites down on his lip, and starts to push back against it]
A little, yeah. Things I want to use on you. Things I want to use on myself as I send you videos. I know you'd appreciate them.
Hmm, good. I know it's bigger, but your body is still taking it in like a good boy. [He pulls it out a little, then pushes back in, twisting it to rub his insides more.] Help keep my lovely fucktoy nice and full as you take my throat. Rubbing inside you with every thrust. Hmm. Maybe after the vines, I should put it back in you. Make you wear it through prom, constantly shifting and moving inside you. Having to pretend to be normal with people and act like you're not filled to the brim.
I kept that first one, y'know. That video you sent.
[Then Rye starts to move the plug, and for long moments, words desert him. He shudders and shifts, pushing back against it - whimpers, softly, at the thought of going back out into the party, stuffed to the brim]
Still? Hmm, I really do need to send you another one. You must be getting tired of watching it when you touch yourself. [Despite his words, he blushes himself. He knew Hurricane kept it before, but to still have it....it's a lot.]
[He continues to fuck him with the butt plug, twisting and thrust ing it a little further each time.] Put a cock ring on you. A vibrating Fleshlight. Something to make you squirm so it keeps. Rubbing. Inside you. Keeps you hard and aching as you smile and pretend nothing's up. That your tight little hole isn't stretched wide. That your cock isn't stuffed into a toy. That you're not ready to be bent over and fucked at a moment's notice with how prepared your body is.
[He whines at the motion of the plug, each inward press twisting a little deeper, giving him a little more of what he needs]
[It's the words, though, that win the moan from him, long and wavering, at the scenario Rye lays out before him. Under the thin fabric of the dress, his cock gives a hard twitch]
Hmm, a lot of people would brush off your blush. Just Hurricane unused to fancy clothes. Bet Nemesis would notice though. [He thrusts in the toy a little harder.] Bet she'd know that blush is you turned on. I wonder, would she take you away and show you mercy. Or keep teasing you? [Another hard thrust.] Dance with you knowing every little move is making toys fuck you.
That is the beauty of a cock ring. You'd be ready for her to have her way with you too.
[He shudders, hard, at the more forceful thrust from the toy - squirms and presses back onto it]
J-jesus. It'd be so - much. Out on the dance floor, having to, like -
[The sentence hitches into a soft sound of pleasure, as Rye thrusts the toy in again, and he seems to forget what he's saying as one of those ridges finally manges to catch at his prostate. He loses a long few moments, just rocking back against it, lips parted in a soundless gasp]
Pretend you're not a sexy and ready little fucktoy? [Purred low in his ear, hands grabbing his hips to keep him still. To keep the right angle as he thrusts the toy hard against his prostate a few times.]
[Then presses it in all the way.] Are you ready to fuck my throat, Hurricane~?
[He whines, breathy and frankly needy, as Rye presses the toy hard against his prostate - shudders and rocks, hips greedily seeking more, growing more urgent with every thrust]
[Then all at once it's over, and Hurricane groans, the sound pure frustration - presses back against nothing, the damp spot on the fabric of the dress growing a little wider]
[He then straightens up, pulling Hurricane up and turning him around. He guides Hurricane's hands up to his hair as he sinks down to his knees before him.]
Your turn to play with a fucktoy, pet. [He finally let's go of his hands, grabbing his skirt to lift it up to expose his erection. He opens his mouth, an inch, maybe less from his cock, looking up at Hurricane with dark, lidded eyes.]
[The sound that leaves him at that visual is low and wanting - slips out before he can think to stop it. His cock is rock-hard and dripping, neglected too long, and it twitches hard at those words, and at the sight of Rye there on his knees, ready and willing, mouth open like an invitation]
[With a groan, his grip tightens on Rye's hair and he pushes his way past those open lips, into the wet heat of Rye's mouth. Not deep - not at first, though every instinct is screaming for him to bury himself to the hilt - but with helpless, shallow little presses of his hips, scraping together the last of his willpower to give Rye a moment to adjust]
[Rye groans as he feels the hands tighten and he wraps his lips around the cock as Hurricane pushes in. Sucking gently to match Hurricane's tentative pace for several long moments.]
[Then he leans closer, trying to take more of him in and sucking harder, hands running up along his legs.]
[That all it takes; Hurricane groans like he's dying, surround by wet heat and gentle suction after so long of nothing but the too-soft brush of fabric over the very tip of his cock]
[He presses in like he's desperate for it, slow pressure to ease himself in deep, hands holding tight to Rye's hair, a soft, wavering sound leaving him as his eyes flutter closed]
[After that, he's lost; the thrusts are full and deep, all the way to Rye's throat. He's still trying to keep from going too fast - trying to give him time to adjust - but by the trembles running all through him, it's not a battle he'll continue to win for very long]
[Rye squirms a bit at the sound, feeling his arousal starting to stir again.]
[His eyes get lidded as Hurricane grips his hair and pushes in. He relaxes his throat for the first thrust, taking in his cock fully. When he thrusts, he chokes once or twice, but just presses in to encourage Hurricane. He watches him as he trembles and presses in a little more eagerly as his throat adjusts.]
[Then his hands grab his legs, and takes him in all the way, using his strength to hold him there as he repeatedly swallows around the head of the cock, just a handful of times-]
[Then he let go of Hurricane entirely, the only point of contact being his head.]
[He whines, long and wavering, the last of his willpower crumbling away in the face of the hot, wet confines of Rye's throat, muscles massaging the head of his cock as Rye swallows]
[When Rye withdraws to that single point of contact, he can't help himself; he presses back in, hard and eager, trying to regain the heat and the friction and the pleasure]
[He doesn't hold back, this time; he just presses in, as far as he's able, and withdraws a couple of inches before pressing back in again, harder than before. His fingers clutch tight at Rye's hair and his hips work almost desperately, needing this like he needs to breathe]
[There it was. Hurricane's control snapping as he finally thrusts into his mouth with force and while Rye chokes at first-]
[He moans, loudly, right after, pressing into the thrusts. Or as much as the tight fingers in his hair allows, a shudder going through him. He does still choke with the thrusts, but it's getting less, and he still consistently and eagerly presses in, swallowing around the head, sucking hard, and moaning extra loud as he presses in, to add the vibrations.]
[It's like each thrust is heat pulling in his core and it's not long before his hands are between his legs. One hand stroking his slowly growing erection. The other pressing two fingers into his pussy.]
[The urgency only increases, when he notices that Rye's hands have strayed between his legs to give himself attention, and Hurricane whimpers, fucking into the wet heat with something very close to desperation]
O-oh my god. You feel so good.
[The fingers in his hair haven't let up, but they're not actively tugging, this time - just holding on, steady and firm, as he chases the peak of pleasure he needs so dearly]
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Thought - thought we were gonna go straight to your mouth...?
[But he moves when guided - takes that step toward the bed along with Rye, shuddering harder still at the unusual sensation of walking while being filled]
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And then you'd cum and I'd have to wait for you to take my mouth and you won't be near as desperate as you fuck my throat.
[He keeps moving them forward, holding Hurricane's arms, ridged cock still buried inside him, shifting with each move and pulling a hiss from him.]
Plus...maybe I just want to keep you like this a minute longer. Bet it feels good, walking with a cock inside you. Doesn't it~?
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[His breath catches, as they take another step; he has to bite down on his lip, fighting the impulse to rock back into Rye or forward into the barely-there brush of the fabric]
Kinda - r-rubs, when you move.
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[He pushes him forward, step by step to the bed.] And you look good, speared on my cock. The pretty green dress. The perfect little cock warmer.
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G-god. That's...
[Beneath the dress, his cock gives a hard twitch, a new dribble of precome damping the gauzy fabric]
I wanna do more than just - just warm it.
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Hmm, I know you do. [He pulls him up enough to whisper in his ear.] You're a perfect little fucktoy, after all. Eager to be filled and fucked over and over until you're as messy as when we use a Fleshlight in our play.
But....today we won't be doing that. I'm more interested in treating your cock like my plaything. [He shifts his hands together. Holding them with one hand as he opens his bedside drawer.. coxk still shifting inside him as he feels through the contents.]
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[When Rye brings them to a stop beside the drawer, he outright squirms, biting down on his lip and twisting around to try and see what Rye's grabbing]
O-oh yeah? What - what're you thinking?
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Don't worry. I won't leave you empty. [He then pulls out a large buttplug with its own ridges and bumps.] Have to keep you open for the vines.
[He shifts inside Hurricane, squirming on purpose as he sets the plug on the stand to pull out the lube and spread it over the toy without letting go of his wrists.]
[Once it was ready, only then does he pull out with a soft groan as every ridge catches on the way out. But he's quick to replace himself with the large toy, slick with lube and the cum inside Hurricane. It's not too fast, but the pace is firm and steady.] This should keep you open.
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M-man. You starting a collection or something?
[Then Rye's moving - shifting inside him on purpose, and Hurricane's voice catches on a soft sound of want. It grows to a full-on moan, as Rye pulls out of him, every ridge catching on the way; his cock twitches hard, veiled in gauzy fabric]
[Then comes the plug, and Hurricane shifts and shudders - bites down on his lip, and starts to push back against it]
G-god. I can really - feel it going in.
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Hmm, good. I know it's bigger, but your body is still taking it in like a good boy. [He pulls it out a little, then pushes back in, twisting it to rub his insides more.] Help keep my lovely fucktoy nice and full as you take my throat. Rubbing inside you with every thrust. Hmm. Maybe after the vines, I should put it back in you. Make you wear it through prom, constantly shifting and moving inside you. Having to pretend to be normal with people and act like you're not filled to the brim.
[He wouldn't, but it's good to tease.]
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[He bites at his lip - flushes, glancing aside]
I kept that first one, y'know. That video you sent.
[Then Rye starts to move the plug, and for long moments, words desert him. He shudders and shifts, pushing back against it - whimpers, softly, at the thought of going back out into the party, stuffed to the brim]
J-jesus. That...
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[He continues to fuck him with the butt plug, twisting and thrust ing it a little further each time.] Put a cock ring on you. A vibrating Fleshlight. Something to make you squirm so it keeps. Rubbing. Inside you. Keeps you hard and aching as you smile and pretend nothing's up. That your tight little hole isn't stretched wide. That your cock isn't stuffed into a toy. That you're not ready to be bent over and fucked at a moment's notice with how prepared your body is.
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[It's the words, though, that win the moan from him, long and wavering, at the scenario Rye lays out before him. Under the thin fabric of the dress, his cock gives a hard twitch]
O-oh my god. Hiccup, that's - I would die.
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That is the beauty of a cock ring. You'd be ready for her to have her way with you too.
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J-jesus. It'd be so - much. Out on the dance floor, having to, like -
[The sentence hitches into a soft sound of pleasure, as Rye thrusts the toy in again, and he seems to forget what he's saying as one of those ridges finally manges to catch at his prostate. He loses a long few moments, just rocking back against it, lips parted in a soundless gasp]
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[Then presses it in all the way.] Are you ready to fuck my throat, Hurricane~?
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[Then all at once it's over, and Hurricane groans, the sound pure frustration - presses back against nothing, the damp spot on the fabric of the dress growing a little wider]
Yes. God, please, Hiccup -
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[He then straightens up, pulling Hurricane up and turning him around. He guides Hurricane's hands up to his hair as he sinks down to his knees before him.]
Your turn to play with a fucktoy, pet. [He finally let's go of his hands, grabbing his skirt to lift it up to expose his erection. He opens his mouth, an inch, maybe less from his cock, looking up at Hurricane with dark, lidded eyes.]
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[With a groan, his grip tightens on Rye's hair and he pushes his way past those open lips, into the wet heat of Rye's mouth. Not deep - not at first, though every instinct is screaming for him to bury himself to the hilt - but with helpless, shallow little presses of his hips, scraping together the last of his willpower to give Rye a moment to adjust]
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[Then he leans closer, trying to take more of him in and sucking harder, hands running up along his legs.]
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[He presses in like he's desperate for it, slow pressure to ease himself in deep, hands holding tight to Rye's hair, a soft, wavering sound leaving him as his eyes flutter closed]
[After that, he's lost; the thrusts are full and deep, all the way to Rye's throat. He's still trying to keep from going too fast - trying to give him time to adjust - but by the trembles running all through him, it's not a battle he'll continue to win for very long]
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[His eyes get lidded as Hurricane grips his hair and pushes in. He relaxes his throat for the first thrust, taking in his cock fully. When he thrusts, he chokes once or twice, but just presses in to encourage Hurricane. He watches him as he trembles and presses in a little more eagerly as his throat adjusts.]
[Then his hands grab his legs, and takes him in all the way, using his strength to hold him there as he repeatedly swallows around the head of the cock, just a handful of times-]
[Then he let go of Hurricane entirely, the only point of contact being his head.]
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[When Rye withdraws to that single point of contact, he can't help himself; he presses back in, hard and eager, trying to regain the heat and the friction and the pleasure]
[He doesn't hold back, this time; he just presses in, as far as he's able, and withdraws a couple of inches before pressing back in again, harder than before. His fingers clutch tight at Rye's hair and his hips work almost desperately, needing this like he needs to breathe]
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[He moans, loudly, right after, pressing into the thrusts. Or as much as the tight fingers in his hair allows, a shudder going through him. He does still choke with the thrusts, but it's getting less, and he still consistently and eagerly presses in, swallowing around the head, sucking hard, and moaning extra loud as he presses in, to add the vibrations.]
[It's like each thrust is heat pulling in his core and it's not long before his hands are between his legs. One hand stroking his slowly growing erection. The other pressing two fingers into his pussy.]
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O-oh my god. You feel so good.
[The fingers in his hair haven't let up, but they're not actively tugging, this time - just holding on, steady and firm, as he chases the peak of pleasure he needs so dearly]
How are you so good?
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