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]
[there is a hum around his cock, up and down that might be a vague 'practice.']
[His eyes are a bit glazed despite the answer, head still canting into each thrust, swallowing, gagging, moaning around Hurricane's cock with each thrust, tongue working along the bottom, sucking briefly as he pulls out before he's in again.]
[All the while, his hands work over himself, stroking his cock in time to Hurricane's thrusts, hips rolling as his fingers pump in hard and fast. All adding to his sounds, which would be quite loud if Hurricane wasn't thoroughly muffling him.]
[His fingers tighten up a little - begin to tug, just to see what it will do to Rye. His eyes are half-lidded as he peers downward to watch Rye's expression, and the way his mouth is stretched around Hurricane's cock, and the way he works himself, further down even than that]
[He's begun to tremble, the way he does when he's close - tugs a little harder, pressing in deeper yet]
[There's a tug and Rye shudders hard, his hands stuttering their attention a moment-before beginning again in earnest, swallowing him down more eagerly. His eyes dazed, a few years at the corners, face flushed, but pushing ever closer to try and get him deeper.]
[There's a keening sound at his warning, at the tug and deeper press, can feel the way he trembles moving down his throat. He moans loud, begging and needy, swallowing and sucking as hard as he can, pressing close to make sure he cums deep.]
[He does come deep - comes hard, groan frankly loud, like he's forgotten about trying to tamp down on it]
[His hips stutter to a a stop as he pulses his completion, hards holding tight to Rye's hair, mouth open and eyes squeezed shut against the endless waves of pleasure]
[Rye shudders hard as he feels Hurricane cum, sucking and swallowing eagerly, drinking up every last drop, groaning at the feeling and the hands in his hair.]
[And still there's the wet sound as groans due down, his hands still pumping his cock, dribbling precum, fingers fucking himself open.]
[He gasps as Hurricane leaves his throat, getting a full breath of air, and pulling a loud moan from him with the intense shift.]
[He rests back on his knees, legs spread as he adds a third finger to his hole, panting heavily. Slick and pre spilling over his fingers.] It....it was. Gods, it got me so hard again.... [His head tils back, hips thrusting.] Already...so close....gonna...
[He whines, feeling Hurricane's eyes on him, staring at him so intently, hands working hard and fast.]
[And an order, just that last little shove he needed off the edge, head falling back as he cries out, cumming hard over his hands, cum and slick pulsing out over his fingers. Hands still moving to milk him through his orgasm.]
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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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[His eyes are a bit glazed despite the answer, head still canting into each thrust, swallowing, gagging, moaning around Hurricane's cock with each thrust, tongue working along the bottom, sucking briefly as he pulls out before he's in again.]
[All the while, his hands work over himself, stroking his cock in time to Hurricane's thrusts, hips rolling as his fingers pump in hard and fast. All adding to his sounds, which would be quite loud if Hurricane wasn't thoroughly muffling him.]
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[His fingers tighten up a little - begin to tug, just to see what it will do to Rye. His eyes are half-lidded as he peers downward to watch Rye's expression, and the way his mouth is stretched around Hurricane's cock, and the way he works himself, further down even than that]
[He's begun to tremble, the way he does when he's close - tugs a little harder, pressing in deeper yet]
Think - think I'm gonna -
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[There's a keening sound at his warning, at the tug and deeper press, can feel the way he trembles moving down his throat. He moans loud, begging and needy, swallowing and sucking as hard as he can, pressing close to make sure he cums deep.]
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[His hips stutter to a a stop as he pulses his completion, hards holding tight to Rye's hair, mouth open and eyes squeezed shut against the endless waves of pleasure]
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[And still there's the wet sound as groans due down, his hands still pumping his cock, dribbling precum, fingers fucking himself open.]
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[His hands come to Rye's hair to pet gently, as he pulls out]
Jesus Christ. That was amazing.
[He can't seem to take his eyes off the way Rye is working at himself, expression sated as he takes in the show]
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[He rests back on his knees, legs spread as he adds a third finger to his hole, panting heavily. Slick and pre spilling over his fingers.] It....it was. Gods, it got me so hard again.... [His head tils back, hips thrusting.] Already...so close....gonna...
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[He can't seem to tear his eyes away]
...I wanna see.
Finish for me.
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[And an order, just that last little shove he needed off the edge, head falling back as he cries out, cumming hard over his hands, cum and slick pulsing out over his fingers. Hands still moving to milk him through his orgasm.]
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There you go. There's a good boy.
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Gods, that felt good.
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