[...Wrapping his arms around him to hold him close, then. Unfiltered enjoyment from being wanted - he still wants, after all, to be wanted.]

I'll keep telling you, then. 'Til you really do believe me.

I want to see your greed, your selfishness, your wants. And then I want to smother you in so much, you feel sated, even just a little.

[True to his word, he's still plenty affectionate - Hurricane's wants have sparked a little more really, given how fond he is of being desired in the first place.]