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[ 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.

[Alivian huffs, but stops making any attempt to pull away, for now. His tail remains firmly curled.]

...Fine.

[Wanting to please, to keep this contact going, wins out over the discomfort and lingering fear.

[He moves his hand to his mouth, and uses his slightly longer-than-human tongue to thoroughly wet his fingers and palm, before using that hand to stroke him. This is probably not what Logan meant, but it's the compromise Alivian's rattled heart can offer right now while he, hopefully successfully, tries to recover his earlier mood. Fortunately, his dick's still hard, and hasn't gotten the sad memo yet.

[This, at least, is as far as his comfort zone extends. Touching, but not being touched much. His grip is firm as he twists his wrist here and there, especially towards the tip. He isn't hurrying, making sure that each stroke is deliberate and attentive.

[Still, he shivers to touch him like this, and through his mask, he looks at Logan especially keenly.]

[ Logan is willing to take it. He grunts at every twist of the risk and it's a little bit before he dares to do anything but take it. He knows what it's like to be pushed too far, especially when it comes to depression, and now that he has a better sense of Alivian's limits he doesn't want to prod at them. But.

After a little bit of that, he considers before one of his hands trails around and touches at that tail. If allowed, he'll feel it properly for the first time. Pet it thoroughly. ]

[It's still tucked between his legs, making it easier to reach. Alivian flicks his gaze down to the contact. The fur is thick - he hasn't shed his winter coat, and generally, it's too cold to ever fully lose it - but he hums a little at the contact, once the touch stimulates some of the hairs at their roots.

[Maybe it's the odd situation this is, but he permits it, and shakily moves to take his foot off of Logan's thigh, instead straddling just outside of it. On a whim, he uses his free hand to unbuckle the front of his pants and loosen the knot holding it open. His cock strains out against his underwear, and he lets out a low groan of relief - especially since it gives more room for his knot to sit more comfortably in the confined space. Fortunately or unfortunately, his tail is still mostly hiding his groin area, but, well. He's not small, if the outline of his cock is anything to go by. With so much more exposed, it's obvious how the line of fur going from navel to groin thickens, too - dense and soft - and some of it pokes through the thin material of his underwear.

[He resumes stroking Logan off, biting back the stronger and stronger urge to shove his face there, too, and shivering at the highly pleasant sensation of that intimate skin against his hand.]

[ Logan takes the cue to start stripping some as well. He's pretty good at one handing it, so that's what he does, refusing to take his hand off that tail. While that hand is thoroughly exploring the fur of the tail, the other pulls off his shirt, revealing just how much muscle he has. As if that'd been a mystery before.

What had been a mystery is how much body hair he has. It's almost like fur, but not quite - it's spread as if it is, but it's all human. It particularly patterns in the happy trail area and up towards his chest. ]

You can take off the rest. If it's more comfortable.

[ It's not giving permission. It's a request. ]

[It's like looking at another one of his own kind, and the appeal of it makes his throat run dry. He lets out a low, murmured growl that definitely doesn't sound human, and doesn't hesitate to drag a second stool over so he can at least partially use it for balance while he works his boots off. He certainly sits down on it when it comes to needing to lift up his more-dominant leg to untie and yank that boot off. It's only then that he can remove the rest in short order, at least trying to get everything into a neat-ish heap, and he gives his leg a momentary rest while he openly looks Logan over, his head tipping and tilting as he does so to make it more obvious where he's looking.

[In turn, his own body is exposed. His hair isn't as dense as Logan's, save for what's clustered from navel to groin, and what's along his spine and tail. There's no hiding the sizeable bulge just along the root of his cock.

[At least, until his tail curls in front of it again as he approaches.]

Feel better?

[Now that he's naked, he means. Genuinely.]

I never felt bad, but if you're asking if I'm into it?

[ Logan kicks his own pants the rest of the way off, revealing that the body hair is just as prevelent on his legs. All that's left is his underwear, pushed aside to allow his cock to hang out. But he's less interested in removing that and more in seeing if Alivian feels the need to remove the underwear, so they stay. He studies the man in full, his lip slightly bit as he studies the area of that cock and its knot, at least until it's hidden again. ]

Fuckin' hell yeah.

I meant me, yeah. If you're... into this.

[Making a face, Alivian rubs the back of his neck, his tail relaxing slightly at the affirmative attention he's getting. Enough to let Logan see better.]

Even, uh, this? I know it's different from... from yours.

[He drags his fingertips through some of the fur there, in order to better expose the knot, his dick giving a hard, drooling twitch at the brief contact. It's definitely sensitive - a fact that the wolf is trying very, very hard not to show.

[Never mind that he keeps forgetting that his reactions are just as readable as Logan's. His heart races as he takes another hesitant step forward, not used to being so vulnerable. Without his clothes on, and taking the lead with only commands and one-sided contact up until this point, he's not sure what the fuck to do.

[Except he still wants to shove his face into Logan's groin, and it's getting harder and harder to ignore. He can't help but restrain himself as long as he possibly can, though his self-control feels dangerously close to snapping.]

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Hey, why not? Different isn't bad. If it were, I'd never fuck a woman.

[ Crude but to the point, that's how Logan is. He's still studying that knot, but he's starting to get the sense that Alivian's attention is on a certain place. His gaze travels up to his face and he smirks, more than a little. ]

Gonna take a picture? It'll last longer.

Though if you actually go for it, I sure as fuck can last awhile.

[ Smug and challenging, that's true Wolverine right there. ]

...I don't have a camera even if that... Yeah, no camera.

[CAUGHT, and he can't even muster up a denial. He draws in a deeper breath - partly steadying, partly just because the scent of sex is just fucking addicting.]

Theoretically, so can I. Last, I mean.

[Half-scowling, he hooks a finger into the waist of Logan's underwear, tugs it slightly, and lets it snap back against his body without preamble.]

This. Off. Now.

[He's too distracted to use a Command.]

[ Because it's not actually a Command, Logan just becomes even more of a smug bastard and refuses. ]

You do it.

[ He's always found that sort of thing hot, okay? So if he gets to exercise this little thing he's into, he's not going to miss the chance. ]

And then prove you can keep the fuck up.

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cw: character has a knot

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why did i need this icon ALREADY

ALSKJDFSLJ LOLOL Because a wolf's gonna use his nose for those good smells and not stop staring.

go wolf go