[Rye shudders and whines as Hurricane talks, getting redder as he has to think how he looks. Giving Hurricane control, following orders, submitting entirely, it gets to him in ways he didn't fully exoect, but really can't say he minds.]
I-I am. Gods your hand feels so good-want you so bad-
[His hips don't stop, moving with desperate need, moans echoing in his room. Mixed with small shudders at the lighter touch.]
[The fingers brush over his nipple and he whines as if Hurricane had pinched it hard with how sensitive they are. The hand that had been teasing it moves to grip Hurricane's arm. Not holding it in place, just to hold onto sonething.]
I-I'll be good-so good for you- [He could say it now, save the torment. But that wouldn't be good. He wanted to be pushed, he wanted to be good-] N-not there....yet.
[Hurricane makes a soft hum, pleased - leans in, eyes bright, to lap sftly at the nipple his finger just touched. He pulls back afater barely a moment, glancing up to meet Rye's eyes]
...good. If you ain't there yet, that means I get to see you like this longer.
[His tongue returns, laving the hardened nub this time - nips a little, sharply. All the while, his hand hasn't relented in its punishing pace, rubbing as though intent to see how fast he can drive Rye to the edge]
[When he sits back this time, that same smile is still quirked on his lips, hand still working relentlessly]
[There's another sharp gasp, arching under his tongue with a keening whine, now free hand clutching onto his shoulder. He looks down, eyes hazy with want and the occasional tears, face flushed. Which only gets redder at his words. He squirms, a mixture of embarrassment and want.]
[Then the tongue is back, both soothing and too much all at once on the overly sensitive nub, whimpering as he feels teeth, his cock twitching hard under his hand, more pre leaking through his jeans. His hips are still rutting up in desperate need, all too eager to meet the punishing pace.]
[He whines at the order, but after a beat, nods.] Y-yes sir. I'll be good, I'll stop....stop you at the last second-close, but not...not there yet...fuck, keep touching me-
[His lips close around the nipple and apply gentle suction; when he pulls back, this time, he takes a long moment to tease it with the very tip of his tongue]
Don't worry. I ain't gonna stop yet.
[The rubbing at the bulge in Rye's jeans is insistent - hard and fast and building, the pace not unlike the one Hurricane set for hismelf that time on the roof, when Rye was on the line giving him orders]
I'm gonna give you exactly what you need, right up until I take it away again.
[The other hand has drifted upward, while he talks - finds Rye's nipple and tweaks it, hard]
How's it feel? Knowing you're gonna have to stop me, right before the fireworks?
[The sounds ad he sucks is high and almost pained, and his cock teitchex hard under his hand, writhing under him, nails digging into his shoulder. The sensitive nubs feeling on fire, jolts of pleasure mixing with the steady, if fast, build of pressure from Hurricane's hand.]
Oh gods-your hand feels do good. Rubbing my cock, makes me want you, makes me wanna cum, makes me-I dunno-and you k-keeping teasing my nipples and they hurt, but its so good-
[There's an almost sob at the pinch, hips almost jackknifing against his hand.] Like-like-I'd do anything so you wouldn't-like I'm going insane. Makes me wanna be bad, but I wanna....wanna be good so much. Want....want you to praise me and fuck me like a good boy-
[Another desperate whine.] Almost....almost but....I can last a little-
[He pinches Rye's nipple again, as hard as before - twists, a little. WHen he lets go, he soothes it with his thumb, and then flicks it, without warning. At the same moment his other hand scrapes the thumbnail against the head of Rye's cock through the denim, a new flavor of friction]
You like it when I'm rough with em?
[He leans in again - this time to pay attention to the other nipple. He takes it into his mouth, teasing the tip gently with his tongue. After a moment or two, he begins to apply suction, gentle at first but building, until it's almost too intense. When he lets it go, it's for a few brief seconds only; then he nips at the hardened nub, a gentle scrape of teeth]
I bet it'd feel so good if you were bad. You could be, you know. Just let me rub you off in your jeans. Can't be much longer now.
If you did, though - man, this'd feel like a cakewalk next to the punishment. Besides -
[Hurricane leans in a little, like he's sharing a secret; his cheeks are dark, with the awareness of his own words]
You're right. I'm only gonna fuck you if you're real good.
[Its intense. He had already been so rough with his nipples, every little touch felt like a jolt. Now Hurricane was playing with him, and he coildn't even be orepared. Each pinch and tug a sharp surprising jolt, pulling a pitched noise ftom him. Each gentle touch s soft whine and shudder.]
[He whimpers as he feels the nail through his jeans, his own finding a place at Hurricane's back, leaving trailing lines over his back as he tries to hold on.] Its-its so much-being rough with them-oh gods- [When the suction increases, its almost like its pulling the air from his lungs, choked sounds leaving him.]
It-it would. Being bad. Your hand feels so good. Don't-don't care about messing up my jeans-it'd feel so amazing- [He shudders at the idea of a worse punishment.] What....would you do-?
[The pressure had been building. The temptation is strong, even with threat of punishment. He could keep thrusting into that hand. Hold on tight as his nipples were worked. He coukd find relief, cum now instead of after Hurricane fucking his thtoat. He wants to he wants to he wants to and he's so close-]
[But that whispered promise and he wants to be good and he's so close-!] Stop! [It feels like he has to rip the word from his throat because he can't even still his hips on his own, not so close.]
I told you what you'd get if you were good. You think you're still gonna get it, if you don't listen?
[His hand works over Rye's cock relentlessly, driving him closer to the edge; the fingers of his other hand trace just the very tip of Rye's nipple]
You ain't getting nothing in you, if you can't listen. You're gonna finish now, but man you'll wish you didn't. Gonna wind you up till you're begging for it, tease you till you'd do about anything to get something inside you, but you finish early, that's off the table for tonight. That's for good boys only.
[He's flushed dark with embarrassment, at his own words; ducks his head, a little]
[Then Rye is saying stop, and Hurricane takes his hands away immediately; they come up off his nipples and the bulge in the denim, both, and he rocks back, a little, to watch the show]
[His eyes are half-lidded; his own cock has begun to rise again, sometime during all of that, and has gotten mostly hard again, a telltale outline in the fabric of his bodysuit]
Look at you. You did so good for me.
[He runs ahand up the inside of Rye's thigh, the touch lingering - soothing, almost, if it didn't drift so close to the place that most needs the attention]
Did just what I asked, even though it's driving you crazy.
[The sound Rye makes as Hurricane pulls away could only be called agonized desperation, hips thrusting up after his hand, still thrusting up in the air, like maybe his jeans would get him off, but its not enough pressure, not enough friction, not enough-]
[His back is arched, head thrown to the side, hands gripping tight to Hurricane's upper arms because if he doesn't, he would touch himself. His chest is heaving, breath hard and frantic as he tries to calm down, get his need under conttol. He's shaking, hips thrusting several long moments until his body gets the message friction isn't coming, and flops back onto the bean bag.]
[He whimpers at the teasing touch, and when he speaks, its just a touch frantic, as if to convince himself to not let go of Hurricane and get himself off right then.]
I want to be good. Wanna be a good boy, want to be praised, want you to be pleased with me. Want to feel you in me, want you to fuck my throat, fuck my ass, want you to tie me down. Wanna taste you and feel you.
I want to be your fucktoy. Have to be good so you'll use me like one, want you to use me, wanna be a good fucktoy for you, want to be a wreck and a mess after being used thoroughly-
[Hurricane makes a considering sort of hum - leans forward, far enough so that he can run a soothing hand through Rye's hair. The shift in position puts him in direct contact with the bulge in Rye's jeans, which is probably anything but soothing, but if Hurricane notices the new predicament, he's pretending not to]
Hey... you got this. You're gonna be so good for me. You're gonna let me take you apart one more time, and then I'm gonna tie you up real good.
[He leans in further - more pressure but no friction, close enough to kiss Rye. It's slow and deep and searching, and Hurricane's hand traces along his ribs, gentle. The kiss goes on and on; the trailing touch of his hand dips down toward Rye's hips, the fingers skirting beneath the waistband of his jeans, just barely]
[Then Hurricane breaks the kiss, leaning back up again and taking the pressure and the teasing touches with him]
...you wanna be my fucktoy, right?
[He stumbles on the word, a little; his cheeks are very dark]
[The soothing touch would be so nice, something to lean into, if Rye didn't have to force himself to be stock still. There's a pressure there, a warmth, not as warm as the dreams, but warmer than air. His breathing is ragged, fingers still tight on his arms.]
Wanna be good. Please, wanna be so good-
[He chokes on the words as Hurricane presses closer still, the sound he makes in the kiss utterly desperate and agonized. He can barely kiss back, with how much his body trembles in his effort to be still, his mouth opening for him, tongue moving against his briefly before another sound leaves him. The noises hitching as his hands move over him, and the barest press agaibst his fingers at his pants mixed with a whine.]
[He whimpers as he pulls bsck, closing his eyes, a few more tears escaping.]
Fuck. [His cock visibly twitches in his pants as Hurricane says that word.] Yes. I wanna be your fucktoy. I want you to use me until I can't think.
[Another loud whine.] I-I'll earn it. I will. Gods, I gotta earn it, I want it, want you, so bad.
[His eyes find Rye's and hold them, the stare surprisingly direct despite the flush on Hurricane's cheeks and the small tells in his body language, almost shy. His eyes come away from Rye's and travel downward, to the shape clearly outlined through the fabric. He licks his lips, almost unconsciously - pauses]
[Rye can probably see the idea take shape, the way his eyes light up with something decidedly mischievous]
Okay. Lemme see you earn it.
[He leans back again, so that he's straddling Rye's thighs without touching - scoots down a little further, just to be sure]
[Then he bends over, very carefully, and presses a kiss to Rye's cock, through the barrier of the denim. He glances up, as he does so, cheeks still dark and eyes half-lidded, taking in the expresion on Rye's face - gauging the reaction]
[Rye meets his eyes, dazed and wanting, but there is recognition after a few moments, a shakey hand squeezing his arm.] I want this. [A breathless whisper and reassurance. Even if he was losing his mind, it was in the most mind blowing pleasured way possible.]
[Though his heart rate spikes at that look.] Oh gods. [He watches Hurricane scoots back, his eyes widening.] Oh gods. [He watches as Hurricane leans down, feels the light pressure of a kiss, and whines.] Oh gods-
[A hand is on Hurticane's shoulder, the other reaching for hus hair. Pauses, biting his lip, then reaching up to play with a nipple, just light circles.] I'll....I'll be good. I can be good. [But his voice was definitely shaking.]
[The quiet words from Rye seem to reassure him; by the time he settles down at mouth-level with Rye's cock, he's gotten the flush mostly under control. He presses another kiss there, at the base of bulge in the fabric, feather-light]
You better be good. You're so close now - just one more and we can really get this show on the road.
[Another kiss, this time over the outline of the head, right where the damp spot has appeared on the denim]
Jesus, dude. Look at this. You ain't even finished yet and you're a mess.
[His voice is hushed, almost awed; he nibbles another line of kisses down the length of him and glances back up, to check Rye's expression]
Man, I ain't sure what'll drive you crazier - if I do this with your pants on, so you can see it but not feel it right, or if I finally let you out, some, so you can feel everything just in time for me to take it away.
[Rye bites his lip as Hurricane spreads the light kisses over his cock, breath hitching when he gets close to the head, the damp spot getting a fresh bit of pre. The wet spot just getting bigger, definitrly soaked through in some places.]
[He's watching with hungry, wanting eyes, the occasional tear of lust fueled frustration, face red, mouth open. His eyes close briefly, whining as Hurricane talks. One hand still teasing a nipple, but the other doesn't seem able to let go of Hurricane just yet.]
I....I'll last longer with my pants on. Its....its less intense. But....but I can stop you. A little closer. Since I w-wouldn't get friction from the pants after you-you stop. [He bites his lip briefly.] You'll drive me up faster, but it...it'll be more on edge.
[Hurricane watches him with half-lidded eyes, as he speaks - takes in the flush on his face, and the open mouth, and the damp at the corners of his eyes. One of his hands reaches up, gentle, to wipe the tears away, lingering to caress his cheek for a moment]
Well... the whole point's you being more on edge.
[His hand trails its slow way back down Rye's body, taking its time over his chest, pausing to toy almost absently with a nipple. It carries on, lingering over the sensitive ridges of his scars - dips briefly into his navel, and then keeps going, skirting over Rye's hip bone and then straight on to the outline of his cock through the fabric]
Guess you gotta wait a little longer before you can start feeling stuff with no holds barred.
[He leans in and presses a kiss to the bulge in the jeans again]
Don't worry, though, dude; we're gonna have plenty of time to work you up that way, too.
[The smile at the corners of his lips is crooked and a little mischievous; when he leans in, he licks a single, perfect stripe from the base of Rye's cock to the tip. Through the fabric, the soft wetness of his tongue is lost, but Rye can feel the heat and the pressure just fine]
[Rye sighs, leaning into the gentle touch offered, closing hus eyes with a soft sigh. Then trembling at Hurricane's words.] I'll be good. So good. Then you'll fuck my throat, you'll fuck me. Tie me up. Good boys get to feel that.
[He squirms under his touch, a hitched moan as he teases his nipple, bulge twitching in his pants. He pinches the other nipple with a whine, returning to a gentle touch as Hurricane moves down. He's panting, loud, soft moans mixed in as he presses against the touch.]
Hurricane- [His eyes close briefly at the kiss, before forcing his eyes open to watch. He moans at the pressure, fingers digging into his shoulder a bit at the pressure and heat, bulge twitching again.] I....I like that look. Fuck, even if it means putting me through Hel, that smile....looks real good on you.
[Hurricane flushes, a little, at the compliment - but the smile stays in place, creeping a little wider, a little more crooked]
You ain't seen hell yet, dude. This is like a cakewalk. By the time we're done, you're gonna be wishing it was this easy.
[He leans in again, to lick another long stripe up Rye's cock - and this time, he doesn't pull back again]
[He begins mouthing at the bulge through the fabric, sloppy open-mouthed kisses that would probably feel incredible, if Rye could feel them properly]
[He works his slow way up the length, to lave the tip with his tongue; the wet spot gets a little wetter from his saliva, the more he focuses there. His hand trails its way to Rye's thigh, fingernails rasping over the denim: blunt pressure that doesn't hold the same bite of pain it would have, if it'd been skin on skin]
[There's another hard shiver, and a fresh bead of moisture creeping through his pants.] Oh gods. You're gonna drive me insane. Didn't know I could dread something and want it so bad...
[He gasps at the new pressure and heat, hand moving from his shoulder, to his hair, the other still teasing his nipple. His breathing gets heavy again, the more Hurricane teases, whining as he works the tip, a little easier to feel through the wet fabric.]
Fuck, why are jeans so thick? Its....its heat, harder than your hanf, but the pressure...is...is less and- [There's a soft moan for his nails.] Its all....muted....not enough. And you look....you look so good like that, makes me want you more-
[Hurricane pulls back a little, to smile up at him, that same mischievous smile from before - nips at the tip of Rye's cock, soft, just before he goes, the slight pressure from his teeth enough for a single firm point of contact despite the fabric]
Not enough, huh? You picturing something else?
[Another long, slow drag of his fingernails against Rye's thigh; he bends his head, to mouth along the length, tonguing at the bulge beneath the denim for a long few seconds]
Bet you wish I'd take the zipper down already and take you in my mouth. It'd be real nice, huh. Maybe I'd let you push all the way in - move how you wanna, right up till you were ready to blow.
[At the word blow, he turns his attention to Rye's cock again - focuses on the tip, slow rhythmic presses with his tongue, to try and earn another of those whimpers]
[There's a gasp, hips arching up, the wet spot definitely getting steadily bigger. He shivers at seeing that smile, but his leg runs up Hurricane's side all the same.]
Y-yeah, I am- [His breathing hitches and he squirms under nails and mouth. Soft moans spill past his lips, eyes closing briefly before forcing them open again.]
[As Hurricane talks, his cock twitches hard.] Oh gods yes. I want to f-feel your mouth. I want your tongue and lips on my cock. I w-want to feel your throat, s-see if you take it as good as the d-dreams. Please Hurricane-
[He whimpers, fingers tightening in his hair, hips bucking up against his tongue. His nails are leaving marks against his chest, panting hard as he really starts to wind up.] Your mouth feels so good-the scratches-but it's so muted-I want to feel you-
[He keeps going for another long few seconds, peering up at Rye's face to gauge the reaction. At long last, he shifts the focus from the head and begins to work his way down, nibbling his slow way along the length of him, relying on the denim to mute the soft nip of teeth]
Look at you. Jesus. You sure look like you wanna feel it.
[A single, slow lick, from the base up to the tip, before he eases back again, fingersdrawing idle circles on Rye's thigh]
You look like you'd about lose your mind. You look like you couldn't stay still if you tried.
[Another long pause, while he bends to mouth at Rye's cock]
That's an idea, huh? Some other time, get you all tied up, strip you down, and suck you off just how you want. Only every time your hips move, I quit doing it.
[He smiles that smile again - reaches up, almost casually, to tweak Rye's nipple at the same moment he leans down to suck at the head, through the fabric]
[Its a struggle to keep his eyes open, to keep watching Hurricane, but he tries. Not wanting to lose the sight, but every press makes him whine and squint, tears in hus eyes, hips pressing up slightly. The whines get louder at the teeth, muted, but still more pressure than before.]
I do. Gods, I do. I want the heat and pressure and I wanna fuck your throat so bad, feel the pressure the flutter when you swallow-
[He squirms under Hurrucane's attention, his words, pants thoroughly soaked through from spit and pre.] Fuck-it'd drive me insane.
I'd try. I'd try so hard, wanna be good so bad, but it'd be so much, so good, but so, so much, and it'd get so hard closer I got-but your mouth would feel-abd tued up, at your mercy-
[He whimpers as the nub is teased again, hips jerking up hard, cock twitching under his mouth.] C-close-just a bit-a bit more-
[He pulls off, casual, to talk again - takes his time about it, giving Rye a chance to settle. While he speaks, his hand traces idle lines over Rye's thighs, drawing torturously close to the bulge in the fabric before skirting away again]
Hmm. Yeah, I think we'll try it sometime. Hands out of the equation so you can't do nothing to speed me up no matter how bad you want it.
[His hand drifts further inward, a single finger coming to trace circles on the head of Rye's cock]
Wonder how many times you'd mess up before you finally got to come. Wonder if you'd get to, or if you'd just keep getting close and then slipping up.
[With that, he leans in and begins again, mouthing at Rye's cock, tonguing at the head, pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kiss down the length]
[When Rye says he's close, Hurricane's eyes flicker upward, to gauge his expression - meaning to push it until the last possible second]
[Rye whines when Hurricane pulls back, hips bucking, trying to get his hand back where he needs it. He keeps squirming, panting, bulge twitching as he talks.]
Oh gods, I'd want it so bad, wanna fuck you, feel you, pound your throat- [His breath hitches as Hurricane traces over the head.] I-I don't know if I could stand it-I wanna be good, be good for you, want it so bad, but when I'm close-its just-you're just-
[Rye gasps and whimpers as his mouth returns, fingers tightening in his hair. His hips keep rolling, panting heavy and loud mixed with needy moans and a mantra of 'please'.]
[Rye's eyes are nearly closed and teary, face flushd, looking desperate and wanting.] Close-just a bit- [He keeps pressing into his mouth and tongue, jeans thoroughly soaked, his cock aching. It'd be so easy to continue, to cum, pleasure thrumming through him, feeling his muscles tense.]
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Re: Day 311? 312??? - Hurricane
Date: 2021-02-03 11:03 pm (UTC)I-I am. Gods your hand feels so good-want you so bad-
[His hips don't stop, moving with desperate need, moans echoing in his room. Mixed with small shudders at the lighter touch.]
[The fingers brush over his nipple and he whines as if Hurricane had pinched it hard with how sensitive they are. The hand that had been teasing it moves to grip Hurricane's arm. Not holding it in place, just to hold onto sonething.]
I-I'll be good-so good for you- [He could say it now, save the torment. But that wouldn't be good. He wanted to be pushed, he wanted to be good-] N-not there....yet.
Re: Day 311? 312??? - Hurricane
Date: 2021-02-04 12:04 am (UTC)...good. If you ain't there yet, that means I get to see you like this longer.
[His tongue returns, laving the hardened nub this time - nips a little, sharply. All the while, his hand hasn't relented in its punishing pace, rubbing as though intent to see how fast he can drive Rye to the edge]
[When he sits back this time, that same smile is still quirked on his lips, hand still working relentlessly]
So wait till the very last second, kay?
Re: Day 311? 312??? - Hurricane
Date: 2021-02-04 05:03 pm (UTC)[Then the tongue is back, both soothing and too much all at once on the overly sensitive nub, whimpering as he feels teeth, his cock twitching hard under his hand, more pre leaking through his jeans. His hips are still rutting up in desperate need, all too eager to meet the punishing pace.]
[He whines at the order, but after a beat, nods.] Y-yes sir. I'll be good, I'll stop....stop you at the last second-close, but not...not there yet...fuck, keep touching me-
Re: Day 311? 312??? - Hurricane
Date: 2021-02-04 05:30 pm (UTC)Don't worry. I ain't gonna stop yet.
[The rubbing at the bulge in Rye's jeans is insistent - hard and fast and building, the pace not unlike the one Hurricane set for hismelf that time on the roof, when Rye was on the line giving him orders]
I'm gonna give you exactly what you need, right up until I take it away again.
[The other hand has drifted upward, while he talks - finds Rye's nipple and tweaks it, hard]
How's it feel? Knowing you're gonna have to stop me, right before the fireworks?
Re: Day 311? 312??? - Hurricane
Date: 2021-02-05 08:59 am (UTC)Oh gods-your hand feels do good. Rubbing my cock, makes me want you, makes me wanna cum, makes me-I dunno-and you k-keeping teasing my nipples and they hurt, but its so good-
[There's an almost sob at the pinch, hips almost jackknifing against his hand.] Like-like-I'd do anything so you wouldn't-like I'm going insane. Makes me wanna be bad, but I wanna....wanna be good so much. Want....want you to praise me and fuck me like a good boy-
[Another desperate whine.] Almost....almost but....I can last a little-
Re: Day 311? 312??? - Hurricane
Date: 2021-02-05 04:18 pm (UTC)[He pinches Rye's nipple again, as hard as before - twists, a little. WHen he lets go, he soothes it with his thumb, and then flicks it, without warning. At the same moment his other hand scrapes the thumbnail against the head of Rye's cock through the denim, a new flavor of friction]
You like it when I'm rough with em?
[He leans in again - this time to pay attention to the other nipple. He takes it into his mouth, teasing the tip gently with his tongue. After a moment or two, he begins to apply suction, gentle at first but building, until it's almost too intense. When he lets it go, it's for a few brief seconds only; then he nips at the hardened nub, a gentle scrape of teeth]
I bet it'd feel so good if you were bad. You could be, you know. Just let me rub you off in your jeans. Can't be much longer now.
If you did, though - man, this'd feel like a cakewalk next to the punishment. Besides -
[Hurricane leans in a little, like he's sharing a secret; his cheeks are dark, with the awareness of his own words]
You're right. I'm only gonna fuck you if you're real good.
Re: Day 311? 312??? - Hurricane
Date: 2021-02-06 05:42 am (UTC)[He whimpers as he feels the nail through his jeans, his own finding a place at Hurricane's back, leaving trailing lines over his back as he tries to hold on.] Its-its so much-being rough with them-oh gods- [When the suction increases, its almost like its pulling the air from his lungs, choked sounds leaving him.]
It-it would. Being bad. Your hand feels so good. Don't-don't care about messing up my jeans-it'd feel so amazing- [He shudders at the idea of a worse punishment.] What....would you do-?
[The pressure had been building. The temptation is strong, even with threat of punishment. He could keep thrusting into that hand. Hold on tight as his nipples were worked. He coukd find relief, cum now instead of after Hurricane fucking his thtoat. He wants to he wants to he wants to and he's so close-]
[But that whispered promise and he wants to be good and he's so close-!] Stop! [It feels like he has to rip the word from his throat because he can't even still his hips on his own, not so close.]
Re: Day 311? 312??? - Hurricane
Date: 2021-02-06 08:58 pm (UTC)[His hand works over Rye's cock relentlessly, driving him closer to the edge; the fingers of his other hand trace just the very tip of Rye's nipple]
You ain't getting nothing in you, if you can't listen. You're gonna finish now, but man you'll wish you didn't. Gonna wind you up till you're begging for it, tease you till you'd do about anything to get something inside you, but you finish early, that's off the table for tonight. That's for good boys only.
[He's flushed dark with embarrassment, at his own words; ducks his head, a little]
[Then Rye is saying stop, and Hurricane takes his hands away immediately; they come up off his nipples and the bulge in the denim, both, and he rocks back, a little, to watch the show]
[His eyes are half-lidded; his own cock has begun to rise again, sometime during all of that, and has gotten mostly hard again, a telltale outline in the fabric of his bodysuit]
Look at you. You did so good for me.
[He runs ahand up the inside of Rye's thigh, the touch lingering - soothing, almost, if it didn't drift so close to the place that most needs the attention]
Did just what I asked, even though it's driving you crazy.
Re: Day 311? 312??? - Hurricane
Date: 2021-02-07 09:03 am (UTC)[His back is arched, head thrown to the side, hands gripping tight to Hurricane's upper arms because if he doesn't, he would touch himself. His chest is heaving, breath hard and frantic as he tries to calm down, get his need under conttol. He's shaking, hips thrusting several long moments until his body gets the message friction isn't coming, and flops back onto the bean bag.]
[He whimpers at the teasing touch, and when he speaks, its just a touch frantic, as if to convince himself to not let go of Hurricane and get himself off right then.]
I want to be good. Wanna be a good boy, want to be praised, want you to be pleased with me. Want to feel you in me, want you to fuck my throat, fuck my ass, want you to tie me down. Wanna taste you and feel you.
I want to be your fucktoy. Have to be good so you'll use me like one, want you to use me, wanna be a good fucktoy for you, want to be a wreck and a mess after being used thoroughly-
Re: Day 311? 312??? - Hurricane
Date: 2021-02-07 10:02 am (UTC)Hey... you got this. You're gonna be so good for me. You're gonna let me take you apart one more time, and then I'm gonna tie you up real good.
[He leans in further - more pressure but no friction, close enough to kiss Rye. It's slow and deep and searching, and Hurricane's hand traces along his ribs, gentle. The kiss goes on and on; the trailing touch of his hand dips down toward Rye's hips, the fingers skirting beneath the waistband of his jeans, just barely]
[Then Hurricane breaks the kiss, leaning back up again and taking the pressure and the teasing touches with him]
...you wanna be my fucktoy, right?
[He stumbles on the word, a little; his cheeks are very dark]
You better earn it.
Re: Day 311? 312??? - Hurricane
Date: 2021-02-08 05:35 am (UTC)Wanna be good. Please, wanna be so good-
[He chokes on the words as Hurricane presses closer still, the sound he makes in the kiss utterly desperate and agonized. He can barely kiss back, with how much his body trembles in his effort to be still, his mouth opening for him, tongue moving against his briefly before another sound leaves him. The noises hitching as his hands move over him, and the barest press agaibst his fingers at his pants mixed with a whine.]
[He whimpers as he pulls bsck, closing his eyes, a few more tears escaping.]
Fuck. [His cock visibly twitches in his pants as Hurricane says that word.] Yes. I wanna be your fucktoy. I want you to use me until I can't think.
[Another loud whine.] I-I'll earn it. I will. Gods, I gotta earn it, I want it, want you, so bad.
Re: Day 311? 312??? - Hurricane
Date: 2021-02-08 06:05 am (UTC)[His eyes find Rye's and hold them, the stare surprisingly direct despite the flush on Hurricane's cheeks and the small tells in his body language, almost shy. His eyes come away from Rye's and travel downward, to the shape clearly outlined through the fabric. He licks his lips, almost unconsciously - pauses]
[Rye can probably see the idea take shape, the way his eyes light up with something decidedly mischievous]
Okay. Lemme see you earn it.
[He leans back again, so that he's straddling Rye's thighs without touching - scoots down a little further, just to be sure]
[Then he bends over, very carefully, and presses a kiss to Rye's cock, through the barrier of the denim. He glances up, as he does so, cheeks still dark and eyes half-lidded, taking in the expresion on Rye's face - gauging the reaction]
Re: Day 311? 312??? - Hurricane
Date: 2021-02-09 09:34 am (UTC)[Though his heart rate spikes at that look.] Oh gods. [He watches Hurricane scoots back, his eyes widening.] Oh gods. [He watches as Hurricane leans down, feels the light pressure of a kiss, and whines.] Oh gods-
[A hand is on Hurticane's shoulder, the other reaching for hus hair. Pauses, biting his lip, then reaching up to play with a nipple, just light circles.] I'll....I'll be good. I can be good. [But his voice was definitely shaking.]
Re: Day 311? 312??? - Hurricane
Date: 2021-02-09 04:12 pm (UTC)You better be good. You're so close now - just one more and we can really get this show on the road.
[Another kiss, this time over the outline of the head, right where the damp spot has appeared on the denim]
Jesus, dude. Look at this. You ain't even finished yet and you're a mess.
[His voice is hushed, almost awed; he nibbles another line of kisses down the length of him and glances back up, to check Rye's expression]
Man, I ain't sure what'll drive you crazier - if I do this with your pants on, so you can see it but not feel it right, or if I finally let you out, some, so you can feel everything just in time for me to take it away.
Re: Day 311? 312??? - Hurricane
Date: 2021-02-10 10:09 pm (UTC)[He's watching with hungry, wanting eyes, the occasional tear of lust fueled frustration, face red, mouth open. His eyes close briefly, whining as Hurricane talks. One hand still teasing a nipple, but the other doesn't seem able to let go of Hurricane just yet.]
I....I'll last longer with my pants on. Its....its less intense. But....but I can stop you. A little closer. Since I w-wouldn't get friction from the pants after you-you stop. [He bites his lip briefly.] You'll drive me up faster, but it...it'll be more on edge.
Re: Day 311? 312??? - Hurricane
Date: 2021-02-10 10:37 pm (UTC)Well... the whole point's you being more on edge.
[His hand trails its slow way back down Rye's body, taking its time over his chest, pausing to toy almost absently with a nipple. It carries on, lingering over the sensitive ridges of his scars - dips briefly into his navel, and then keeps going, skirting over Rye's hip bone and then straight on to the outline of his cock through the fabric]
Guess you gotta wait a little longer before you can start feeling stuff with no holds barred.
[He leans in and presses a kiss to the bulge in the jeans again]
Don't worry, though, dude; we're gonna have plenty of time to work you up that way, too.
[The smile at the corners of his lips is crooked and a little mischievous; when he leans in, he licks a single, perfect stripe from the base of Rye's cock to the tip. Through the fabric, the soft wetness of his tongue is lost, but Rye can feel the heat and the pressure just fine]
Re: Day 311? 312??? - Hurricane
Date: 2021-02-10 10:55 pm (UTC)[He squirms under his touch, a hitched moan as he teases his nipple, bulge twitching in his pants. He pinches the other nipple with a whine, returning to a gentle touch as Hurricane moves down. He's panting, loud, soft moans mixed in as he presses against the touch.]
Hurricane- [His eyes close briefly at the kiss, before forcing his eyes open to watch. He moans at the pressure, fingers digging into his shoulder a bit at the pressure and heat, bulge twitching again.] I....I like that look. Fuck, even if it means putting me through Hel, that smile....looks real good on you.
Re: Day 311? 312??? - Hurricane
Date: 2021-02-10 11:25 pm (UTC)You ain't seen hell yet, dude. This is like a cakewalk. By the time we're done, you're gonna be wishing it was this easy.
[He leans in again, to lick another long stripe up Rye's cock - and this time, he doesn't pull back again]
[He begins mouthing at the bulge through the fabric, sloppy open-mouthed kisses that would probably feel incredible, if Rye could feel them properly]
[He works his slow way up the length, to lave the tip with his tongue; the wet spot gets a little wetter from his saliva, the more he focuses there. His hand trails its way to Rye's thigh, fingernails rasping over the denim: blunt pressure that doesn't hold the same bite of pain it would have, if it'd been skin on skin]
Re: Day 311? 312??? - Hurricane
Date: 2021-02-12 08:18 am (UTC)[He gasps at the new pressure and heat, hand moving from his shoulder, to his hair, the other still teasing his nipple. His breathing gets heavy again, the more Hurricane teases, whining as he works the tip, a little easier to feel through the wet fabric.]
Fuck, why are jeans so thick? Its....its heat, harder than your hanf, but the pressure...is...is less and- [There's a soft moan for his nails.] Its all....muted....not enough. And you look....you look so good like that, makes me want you more-
Re: Day 311? 312??? - Hurricane
Date: 2021-02-12 04:47 pm (UTC)Not enough, huh? You picturing something else?
[Another long, slow drag of his fingernails against Rye's thigh; he bends his head, to mouth along the length, tonguing at the bulge beneath the denim for a long few seconds]
Bet you wish I'd take the zipper down already and take you in my mouth. It'd be real nice, huh. Maybe I'd let you push all the way in - move how you wanna, right up till you were ready to blow.
[At the word blow, he turns his attention to Rye's cock again - focuses on the tip, slow rhythmic presses with his tongue, to try and earn another of those whimpers]
Re: Day 311? 312??? - Hurricane
Date: 2021-02-13 08:22 am (UTC)Y-yeah, I am- [His breathing hitches and he squirms under nails and mouth. Soft moans spill past his lips, eyes closing briefly before forcing them open again.]
[As Hurricane talks, his cock twitches hard.] Oh gods yes. I want to f-feel your mouth. I want your tongue and lips on my cock. I w-want to feel your throat, s-see if you take it as good as the d-dreams. Please Hurricane-
[He whimpers, fingers tightening in his hair, hips bucking up against his tongue. His nails are leaving marks against his chest, panting hard as he really starts to wind up.] Your mouth feels so good-the scratches-but it's so muted-I want to feel you-
Re: Day 311? 312??? - Hurricane
Date: 2021-02-13 05:42 pm (UTC)Look at you. Jesus. You sure look like you wanna feel it.
[A single, slow lick, from the base up to the tip, before he eases back again, fingersdrawing idle circles on Rye's thigh]
You look like you'd about lose your mind. You look like you couldn't stay still if you tried.
[Another long pause, while he bends to mouth at Rye's cock]
That's an idea, huh? Some other time, get you all tied up, strip you down, and suck you off just how you want. Only every time your hips move, I quit doing it.
[He smiles that smile again - reaches up, almost casually, to tweak Rye's nipple at the same moment he leans down to suck at the head, through the fabric]
Re: Day 311? 312??? - Hurricane
Date: 2021-02-14 04:34 pm (UTC)I do. Gods, I do. I want the heat and pressure and I wanna fuck your throat so bad, feel the pressure the flutter when you swallow-
[He squirms under Hurrucane's attention, his words, pants thoroughly soaked through from spit and pre.] Fuck-it'd drive me insane.
I'd try. I'd try so hard, wanna be good so bad, but it'd be so much, so good, but so, so much, and it'd get so hard closer I got-but your mouth would feel-abd tued up, at your mercy-
[He whimpers as the nub is teased again, hips jerking up hard, cock twitching under his mouth.] C-close-just a bit-a bit more-
Re: Day 311? 312??? - Hurricane
Date: 2021-02-14 05:30 pm (UTC)Hmm. Yeah, I think we'll try it sometime. Hands out of the equation so you can't do nothing to speed me up no matter how bad you want it.
[His hand drifts further inward, a single finger coming to trace circles on the head of Rye's cock]
Wonder how many times you'd mess up before you finally got to come. Wonder if you'd get to, or if you'd just keep getting close and then slipping up.
[With that, he leans in and begins again, mouthing at Rye's cock, tonguing at the head, pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kiss down the length]
[When Rye says he's close, Hurricane's eyes flicker upward, to gauge his expression - meaning to push it until the last possible second]
Re: Day 311? 312??? - Hurricane
Date: 2021-02-15 08:02 pm (UTC)Oh gods, I'd want it so bad, wanna fuck you, feel you, pound your throat- [His breath hitches as Hurricane traces over the head.] I-I don't know if I could stand it-I wanna be good, be good for you, want it so bad, but when I'm close-its just-you're just-
[Rye gasps and whimpers as his mouth returns, fingers tightening in his hair. His hips keep rolling, panting heavy and loud mixed with needy moans and a mantra of 'please'.]
[Rye's eyes are nearly closed and teary, face flushd, looking desperate and wanting.] Close-just a bit- [He keeps pressing into his mouth and tongue, jeans thoroughly soaked, his cock aching. It'd be so easy to continue, to cum, pleasure thrumming through him, feeling his muscles tense.]
Be good be good be good-stopstopstop-!
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