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Uh. Yeah. That's -

Uh.

[He squirms a little, the kind of motion that would have had him rubbing up directly against Rye just seconds ago; now, the prominent bulge in his pants - and also his pants - are decidedly gone]

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protectshisown

...

[He reaches down between them, hand moving over the scales as he shifts down the tail a bit.] Is that....anything for you right now?

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crossmyheartandhope

[He shivers a little - can't quite help but squirm again, at the touch]

Feels like you're rubbing my thighs or something. It's sensitive, but not, like - you know.

[He flushes, deep - illustrates what he means with a long, slow stroke to Rye's cock]

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protectshisown

[He breathes in sharply, hips bucking with a moan.]

Hm, th-that's. Hm. [His hand wanders then, over the tail, lower then to the side, back to his ass.]

From:

crossmyheartandhope

[His hand picks up a rhythm, again - not as fast as before (perhaps a bit distracted), but just as firm, base to tip and then back again]

[The scales beneath Rye's hands are even and unbroken, very smooth to the touch. Hurricane shifts at the exploratory caresses - squirms a little, again, and bites at his lip]

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protectshisown

[Rye breathes in sharply, shivering as Hurricane starts moving his hand.] Ah, wait-

Doesn't-doesn't seem fair, I don't-should return the favor, but-

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crossmyheartandhope

Pretty sure I don't got nothing for you to return the favor with right now.

[His hand carries on, thumb swiping over the tip on the upstroke]

...sides. Who says I don't just want a front row seat, this time?

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protectshisown

[It does seem the case, as far as wandering hands can find.]

[Though before he can even think to argue, Hurricane says That and Rye goes bright red with squeaks a bit.]

I-that-you- [It is very hard to words when blind sided, especially when clever fingers keep making his breath hitch.]

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crossmyheartandhope

[Oh that is a very good reaction,]

What? I'm just saying, like. Video's good, but it ain't up close and in person.

You make really good faces, dude.

[His hand deliberately slows and tightens a bit, as he says it, trying to coax one of those faces]

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protectshisown

[Rye is learning how dangerous words can be Right Now from Hurricane. Hurricane being bold is also a killer and he's here for it, just also dying a bit.]

[He's very red, looking caught off guard, but also incredibly interested.]

I-it is different-

[Then there's a shift, a new tighteness and he breathes in sharply and whines, buting his lip, eyes closing briefly.]

Gods.....okay....okay, but I'm. Absolutely paying you back later.

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crossmyheartandhope

This ain't the kind of thing you gotta pay someone back for, dude.

[He keeps up that same pace, that same pressure, sllllow and dragging, then the swipe at the very tip]

I'm doing it cause I wanna.

[He glances up at Rye from under his lashes, still flushed with arousal - looks him over, the way he was too embarrassed to do while Rye was dancing]

You look real good like this. You know that?

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protectshisown

But I really enjoy that payback.

[Hus breath hitches, a whine building in his throat, hips jerking into his hand at that slow pace. His breathing is heavy, face red in arousal and the intense feeling of Hurricane being focused on him and being bolder than before.]

[His eyes keep flicking from his face down to his chest, hands wandering over Hurricane's bare skin.]

I-I am getting that impression. Gods, no wonder you said my mouth was dangerous...

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crossmyheartandhope

[He shivers under the exploration of Rye's hands - can't help but shift a little, restless, as though his hips haven't quite gotten the memo yet that the friction from before isn't coming back]

[His hand keeps up its pace, though, firm and slow; the strokes are long and even, from root to tip]

Dude, you seen you in the mirror lately? I'm just telling it like it is.

[His free hand comes up to skim over Rye's chest, appreciative]

I'm just saying, the view's pretty awesome from where I am.

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protectshisown

[His hands drift lower, over the scales. Curious and attentative. Even if he doesn't have equipment, he's curious at tge sensations he might get.]

[His hips still jerk with need, panting heavily, soft moans and needy whines leaving at the slow pace. Its firm enough to drive him crazy, make precum bead at the tip, but not fast enough to cum.]

[The compliments make hic cock twitch, even as he ducks his head,the blush spreading to his ears and down his neck.] I-uh-i-if you say so. I mean, I-I'm gkad you like the, ah, the sight. [He arches into his hand with a shiver.]

From:

crossmyheartandhope

[The sensations are definitely appealing, judging by the way he squirms under those searching fingers. It feels like fingers trailing lightly over his inner thighs, and his thighs are very sensitive]

[He doesn't speed the pace of his hand at all - just keeps it up]

I definitely say so. You look pretty great like this. Y'know?

[His thumb catches that drop of precome on the upstroke - lingers a moment to rub it into the tip of his cock, tiny light circles, before he resumes stroking. His face has flushed even darker, flustered by what he's saying]

Even over the phone, it was real hard to look away. But, like. It's way better in person.

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protectshisown

[His hands keep wandering over scales, something to keep him grounded and because he still likes to make Hurricane squirm.]

[Though he's definitely squirming himself. Compliments to his appearance are still new and frankly a little hard to deny when Hurricane is watching him like this. Its overwhelming and making every touch all the more so.]

[The moan is louder when he teases the tip, cock twitching, more precum dribbling from the tip.] I....I like it...knowing y-you're watching. I-its a lot more intense. [He keeps biting his lip, eyes half closed, wanting to see, but it feels like so much, but not quite enough.] A-and you being bold...gods, Hurricane....

From:

crossmyheartandhope

[Mission successful: Hurricane is definitely having trouble sitting still, both from the trailing touches of Rye's fingers and also from the the way Rye looks right now, face flushed, eyes half-lidded]

[Hurricane flushes even deeper - leans in, dropping his voice to barely a whisper]

You like me watching, huh?

[Another upstroke, firm and even]

I kept the pics, y'know.

[The pad of his thumb, tickling softly at the head]

The video, too.

[Another downstroke, niiiice and slow]

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protectshisown

[Bold Hurricane is deadly, Rye's decided. Hearing him whisper like that, touching him like that so slow and teasing, feeling his eyes, it makes his knees weak.]

[He said he could keep them, but that had been to tease. He hadn't believed he would, but knowing he did, knowing he may have looked while touching himself-]

[The whine he makes is loud and utterly desperate, body shaking, hips thrusting into his hand, eager and needy, trying to get more friction. His face is burning, but the want is painfully clear.] Fuck, Hurricane-

Please, I need-faster. Please go faster.

From:

crossmyheartandhope

[Hurricane licks at his lips, unconsciously; his pupils are blown, and he looks almost entranced, gaze flickering from Rye's face to the way his body moves. The ache from wanting to feel Rye move against him and having nothing to feel Rye move against is starting to drive him a little crazy]

Yeah. Yeah, I - whatever you need, dude.

[His hand starts to pick up the pace - from almost painfully slow and measured to something more casual, loosening up his grip a little and laying off the teasing at the tip]

...s'that good?

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protectshisown

[Rye shudders and whimpers as the pace changes, claws lightly scratching at scales in a rhythmic pattern, hips still moving in earnest. He's starting to look dazed, a bit crazy with need and want.]

B-better.

[He leans forward, kissing and nibbling a his neck, more fir need to touch theb deliberate actions, clumsier than normal.] K-keep going. Please Hurricane...

From:

crossmyheartandhope

[He makes a soft sound, as Rye starts to nibble his neck, at the feel of those claws on the scales. His the motion of his hand starts creeping faster, a little shaky]

What's it feel like?

With, like - with the changes?

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protectshisown

[He whines louder as it changes, breathing heavy and hotter than normal against his neck, his good leg rubbing against his tail.]

Its. It feels more sensitive? May-maybe because its different. Your hand catches d-different and its all new and its your hand and I don't know what to expect, it just-

It feels so good and like I can't prepare.

From:

crossmyheartandhope

[Shivers and shifts, very aware of the motion of Rye's leg - of the noises Rye's making]

[His hand starts to pick up the pace, still shaky, but the grip is firmer, now]

Oh yeah?

Whatcha preparing for?

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protectshisown

Just-nnh-pleasure. Like. Like you can't tickle yourself thing. Your hand. D-different cock. No. Tickle immunity thing. Too much new.

Fuck, you feel good. [He nibbles along his neck, hips bucking, claws and leg rubbing against him. Precum beading at the tip, moaning louder against his neck.] Wanna. Wanna cum from your hand.

From:

crossmyheartandhope

...yeah?

[His hand picks up the pace, obliging; he's flushed even deeper, extremely intrigued that Rye seems to be losing the ability to make complete sentences]

[His thumb swipes the tip, collecting the precome]

What's stopping you?

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