[The moment his tongue reaches his fingers, Alivian's breath catches, staring intently at Logan while the latter licks his fingers. Should he ever lick between them, Alivian obligingly spreads them for him, but otherwise, is content to hold still and watch, each lave of hot tongue firing off every pleasure-center he has in his brain.

[His face is bright pink by now, lips slightly parted as he struggles to keep his breath even, to retain even a fragment of self-control.

[However slowly, it's a losing battle.]

Good. Just what I was hoping for...

[Listless, he wets his lips with his tongue and draws a deeper breath. With his free hand, he gently reaches up, tracing fingertips from Logan's hand to his shoulder, where he gives him a gentle squeeze to show his approval, if Logan doesn't shove his touch away.]

I feel like I'm going to lose it in a moment. No one's ever reacted to me like this before. I only know what to look for from observation.

[Briefly biting his lip, he takes a chance, and gently nudges his fingers further against Logan's tongue, heart hammering away as nervousness slowly melts, and pleasure takes the lead.]

If you want to stop, you can.