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[ Logan finds himself sitting before he can even think about it, looking shocked at both the power of the command and the fact he can't help but follow it. At his most feral heart, he's just a bad dog who wants to find someone to be good for. So this helps power his response and lack of resistance.

And the fact it is so literally pleasurable to follow it? On more than just an emotional level? Well, that has him surprised too. He grips at the splintered counter, forcing the wood to give away just a little more. ]

What the fuck was that?

[At the immediate compliance, something in Alivian lurches in response. His whole body starts buzzing, fear melting into arousal, anticipation mounting. He swallows hard, past his suddenly-dry throat.]

That... is what I'm going to use to help get our dinner, if we need to.

[Still frowning, he starts to reach out towards Logan, but stops, letting his hand drop to his side again. He takes a rough, steadying breath, his heart pounding harder and faster, every part of him aching for more of this. Like tasting water for the first time in days. He's half-hard from this alone, his skin flushing brightly beneath the mask.]

You did well.

[Taking a deeper, shaking breath, he tries to calm down, and takes a half-step back to dissuade himself from doing anything more.]

It's called Dynamics. Secondary-gender expression. I gave you a Command, you followed it, and... now we've entered a feedback loop. I am what's known as a Dominant. I can use my voice to give Commands, and my eyes have a Glare power.

This is technically called "play." Indulging it creates physical and mental fulfillment that feels better than getting a good night's sleep, for people like me. And... possibly you, it seems.

I was hoping that you wouldn't be affected at all, but you've avoided the worst of it. It could have made you feel like shit, if you pardon my language. I would have had to work overtime to make sure your condition stabilized after. You would have felt a severe mood drop, and feelings of listlessness, numbness, and possibly desperation.

[For as calm as his words are, every part of Alivian's scent continues to howl for more. Relieved of some of his symptoms for the first time in years, it borders on sexual pleasure, and his pants feel slightly tight. He lightly adjusts it, as if it needs it to hide his physical reaction.]

[ Logan considers this. When told that he did well, in such a way, his damn claws nearly pop out in response to the pleasure. But he remembers how Alivian reacted to their presence previously and manages to restrain himself. It's only because of the feedback loop - he'd never be strong enough otherwise.

His chest is heaving a little as he tries to catch his breath against all of this, and he can tell from the man's own state from his damn scent. Let alone what he can see, him adjusting himself like there's a need to hide. He feels propelled on and he can't resist it. ]

What else can you make me do?

[ That's not just a hint of challenge in his words, his voice is practically dripping with it. ]

...Anything you consent to.

[For a moment, he turns his head away, still doing his utmost to calm down. With Logan panting so hard, it doesn't help. Looking at him just makes him want more. The older man isn't flinching, isn't looking like he's about to be sick. The more insidious part of him whispers that he can use this to save himself. Ditch the medicine for good.

[But, no. If they're to survive, he doesn't want to rely on this when their options are so limited.]

We still need to hunt. If you need a few moments to yourself, I can leave you be.

[As if he doesn't. His voice is still nearly as calm as before, if a little breathless.]

...We both need to clear our heads right now. But so long as I use Commands near you, I'll make sure you're well cared-for.

I'm not clearing my head from that, if I know it's going to happen again.

[ Logan is not good at dealing with anticipation. It's the animal side of him, which tries to deal with things in terms of gratification and rewards. Knowing something is going to happen makes it an immediate compulsion to try to get it again now. This will definitely be no exception. ]

You might have to take responsibility, here.

[ What does he mean by that? He's not quite sure. But he's not the one that's dealt with this all his life. ]

[Alivian turns back to him, frowning slightly.]

...Fine. Tell me your safe word.

[His hands settle into his pockets as he watches him.]

That way, if anything becomes too much, I'll stop and give you aftercare.

[A thrum of anxiety hits him along with another wave of aching heat. He's talking a big game, for never having done this before. He's always offloaded it to any trustworthy dominant who wasn't himself. Unfortunately for the both of them.]

And don't feel like you must follow a command that you dislike. That's not the point of this.

[ Logan considers this, tilting his head. It doesn't take long to think of a safe word - the name of someone who's always been able to stop him in his tracks when he gets too carried away. ] Charles. It's Charles.

[ The man would be horrified at the use of his name in such a way, which makes this even better. ]

Not even fucking sure how I'd tell it was one I disliked, considering what I felt when I followed.

You'd feel it. It won't feel good, because it's something you don't want to do.

And I will feel it. Your gratification reverberates through me. As it did when you sat down on my word.

[Want, anxiety, need, it all starts to ball up together; he swallows past the knot in his throat. What if he messes up? What if--

[Reaching into his pocket, he procures a neatly-folded kerchief and uses it to wipe at his hand a bit, especially his fingers, and then offers his hand near Logan, two fingers extended more than others. He also pockets the kerchief.]

Lick.

[His pulse jumps hard, voice trembling slightly as he gives the command.]

[ He's a wolverine, dammit, so why does he feel like some sort of dog? One that has been trained all its life and now has to show its tricks? Feral is going sideways in ways it generally doesn't. He listens to that pulse jump, the tremble of the man's voice, and it's almost enough to push him out of this. To find logic again.

But only almost. He applies tongue as told, thorough about bathing the fingers, at least until he's stopped. The shock back of pleasure is even more intense than the first time and he reels again. ]

[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.

[ Logan might be acting like a good dog right now, but that doesn't stop him from having his usual attitude. Raising his own hand, he extends one singular claw in the middle. It's his basic way of flipping the bird without actually doing it. Part of it's a test to see if using them again will be enough to shake this out of happening, or if Alivian will be able to handle it.

People need to be able to handle him. ]

Not fucking stopping. [ He mutters this against skin and nips lightly at the pads of the fingers before continuing on with the licking. He's getting... hmm. The pleasure feedback is almost too much, almost too raw, and he definitely can't hide the reaction between his legs at this point. But he's not even trying. ]

[Alivian does snap somewhat out of the trance at the scent of blood again, at the extension of even a single claw. But when Logan doesn't do anything with it but extend it, he relaxes again.]

Hah... that's... valid...

Good.

[It's hard not to add "boy" to the end, but... Logan's not a boy. He's a man. And fuck, does he smell like one.]

I can smell you, you know. Show me. I want you to touch yourself.

[He doesn't have to stop licking if he doesn't want to, so Alivian doesn't pull his hand away.]

[ Whether or not he wants to follow both commands at once doesn't cross his mind as a choice, he simply does. While he continues to bathe those fingers with his tongue, he moves his hand down and struggles awkwardly with the buckle of his belt. He's definitely a bit too turned on to manage such a task alone, as simple as it is. Logan ends up looking at him in frustration. ]

A little help here?

[Alivian notes the use of one hand rather than two (those claws are long, after all,) and he huffs a little, nodding.]

Of course.

[He withdraws his fingers from Logan's tongue, and sets about using both of his own to assist, working the belt open and anything else in the way.

[There's nothing but the sudden hammering of his heartbeat in his ears when Logan's cock is coaxed out, and he sets his eyes on that through the mask. His jaw slightly drops, and he has to swallow hard lest he drool. Up so close, Logan's scent is nothing short of amazing. He takes a hard, rough breath and pushes away the urge, trying to ignore every other instinct he has.

[Logan's scent also still coats his fingers; he has to curl them into a loose fist to keep himself from licking them in turn.

[He opts to take his coat off again and toss it over the couch. Fuck it. It's too hot in this climate for the layers.]

Why, do you smell so good??

I'unno, it's not like I've had a proper bath in awhile.

[ It's not as if he doesn't know what he means. Alivian's own scent is getting better and better with every command. The latest one is hanging over him, pressing into his brain with the memory, but he wants to see if he gets re-commanded if he delays it a little. So while his dick is out and he withdraws his claw to prepare, he doesn't actually do anything yet - he just looks at him expectantly.

Maybe he's going to get off from the act of commanding just as much as what he feels when he obeys. Would that be so bad? ]

Aside from that.

[For now, he just stares at Logan for a moment, immediately noting his lack of continuance. He takes that moment to sigh and take his shirt off. With him starting to sweat - especially around his spine, where his fur is the most dense - he doesn't want to get his clothes absolutely trashed as long as possible.

[Logan doesn't look like he's had enough, and "Charles" has yet to enter the air. But, what if this hesitance is part of considering whether or not to throw in the towel?

[His voice softens, careful, and nervous.]

...Is this close to too far, for you?

[He watches the human's face carefully, his ears tilting slightly to the sides as caution overtakes some measure of common sense, clouds over some of the arousal nagging at him.]

Hell no. I'm just testing the waters.

[ Logan can't help but laugh at that and finally gives into the command hanging in his ears still, taking ahold of his cock and stroking it slowly but surely. When he speaks again, the arousal is apparent in more than his scent, but in his voice too. He's trying not to notice how appealing Alivian looks with less clothes on. ]

Trying to see how it feels if I resist.

I'm masochistic like that.

[ He's always been a sucker for pain, okay? That might become a problem here. ]

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[With that reassurance, everything in the wolf relaxes.]

Hm. I think I understand. I have a few... minor proclivities for the same.

[Given this man's "healing factor," his own tastes of masochism are likely puddles compared to Logan's.

[His gaze wanders down Logan's body, focusing on the way he strokes his cock. The strong scent there is hard to deny wanting.]

Good. I like it when you want to obey.

[His pants damned near strain, looking at him, seeing this compliance. The corner of his mouth twitches upward. There's one "masochistic" suggestion he can offer. One that he personally delights in when he has the energy for it.]

Don't cum until I say you can. Think you can do that, Logan?

Oh, now you're speaking my language.

[ Logan grunts and holds his cock with a grip that's a little harder, a little rougher. His eyes look over Alivian, it's obvious as he gets further that he's losing his resistance to being into more of his looks than just his tail. Part of him wishes he had this command thing so he could order him in return, but - he can just ask nicely, right? ]

You gonna do something for yourself, or just torture yourself by watching?

[ Well. He doesn't exactly do nice, but at least he's made himself clear. ]

This isn't torture for me. Not right now.

[Unaware of Logan's desires on the matter, he tilts his head a little, that faint smile lingering.]

Why do you think I suggested such a thing to you, hm?

[He lifts a foot - the one he tends to not favor - and lightly presses it against Logan's knee, and then pushes a bit, trying to get him to spread his legs a little more. The boot itself has a modest heel, and only recently dirtied by the environment they're stuck in. It also has a visible, thick wool lining, if one looks over lip of the leather-like material. His tail flicks and adjusts a bit to allow him to balance even better.]

Besides, if I don't keep as clear of a head as possible, I could accidentally hurt you by not noticing a cue from your body language. I plan on taking care of myself after you're satisfied.

[Or not at all, possibly.]

Yeah, no, that won't do.

[ Logan grabs onto the leg above the foot currently pressing against his knee, about as high as he can reach, and pulls. He's playing dirty, trying to get Alivian closer, trying to make it not a choice. He takes his other hand away from his dick to ready for catching him if this move succeeds. ]

Didn't I make it clear? I don't fucking care if I get hurt.

It's not like it sticks.

[The surprised yelp that Alivian lets out is more like a pained animal than human, damned near collapsing as he's pulled in close, his hands reaching out for anything to hold on to - and it tends up being Logan's shoulders.

[A thrill of pleasure-fear hits him, and he's about to quip something back until Logan elaborates, and his ears pin back flat into his hair as his heart threatens to beat out of his chest like a cornered fox's.

[He flashes his fangs, and raises his voice slightly, but it doesn't sound angry at all. Afraid, more like. His scent confirms it. Furthermore, his tail starts to tuck between his legs - and probably accidentally brushes against Logan's dick in the process (it's ridiculously soft.)]

I mean up in that noggin of yours! If I fuck up, I could send you damned-near close to catatonia. And without the right care, who knows when you'd snap out of it?? If you'd retain any permanent damage to your psyche?? I can't let that happen again, do you understand?!

[The worst part is that it's more for his own sake than Logan's. After all, he barely trusts himself, and even less regarding these matters.]

[ ...maybe it's time to explain something. It's the worst time to expect him to form logical words, when he's hard and someone is up close to him, but he can take the time for it. He does have to squint through that tail brush and remind himself to pay attention, though. ]

My brain heals better than the rest of me. It's pretty impossible to cause damage there. He'd tap himself on the forehead to elaborate, but both his hands are currently on Alivian's waist and it's proving to be nigh impossible to coax them away. ] Anyone else in my bloodline goes fucking crazy by 20. My brother sure did.

I've lived over 200 years and I haven't gotten there yet.

[ Except for a few feral tendancies, but he won't say that. ]

Unacceptable. I can smell it every time you hurt yourself pulling those claws out. Even if it's brief and doesn't matter. Even if you relish in the sensation of hurting yourself when smoking just to feel the reaction of healing, or whatever else you do.

[His throat starts to constrict as he keeps speaking, straining to keep his voice even as it shakes.]

Even if you don't think it matters whether or not I inflict grievous mental and emotional harm to you, just by virtue of being able to fuck with your brain by talking, it matters to me.

I'm not as resilient as you. And I don't have the time to add on more shit I'll regret.

[It's then that he shifts, trying to pull away with dull force.]

If you want someone to fuck your brain up, you're barking up a felled tree.

[ Not having the time to add on regrets is something that rings particularly close to the way Logan feels about a lot of things. He's felt this way about so many things for so long of his life. He can identify so hard. ]

There's got to be a compromise. I just don't do solo pleasure.

[ It makes him feel... selfish? Alone? Maybe all of those things and more. It's why until he met Jean, he threw himself into so many casual hookups. He needed so much satisfaction for his body, but he refused to ever do it alone. The man just does not masturbate. Which means that since Jean died, he's been quite the pent up guy. ]

Seeing you deprive yourself doesn't exactly do it for me.

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