[For the moment, Alivian has forgotten that his tongue exists.

[He stares at the wound as the scar fades away, too. Lightly, he prods a fingertip where he'd just bitten him, but, no. There's no trace left.]

This sort of thing... just doesn't happen where I'm from.

[Bye bye blep.]

I couldn't even fathom it, when you told me. It's not that I didn't take you seriously.

[A beat, and he huffs, his tail thumping hard on the ground like a pissy cat's.]

Anyway, what I was going to do before you got it in your head to give me a half-assed quickie without warning me, is this.

[That's definitely his tongue on his cock, dragging against the head with slightly awkward movements before he adapts. He parts away slightly, just long enough to make sure he can nuzzle against Logan's body every so often before manipulating his tongue in ways that he'd like to have done: teasing the head, sucking on the tip, and dragging the whole length of his tongue against the underside, teasing that he might simply take Logan deeper into his mouth - and possibly his throat.]