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[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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[That gets a tail lash and a huff, but when he reaches over to do it himself, there's a bit more care around such delicate parts. From grasping it to moving it (and Logan better step out of it at least, or else he'll threaten to rip it.)

[...He won't actually rip it.

[But he does, however, sink to his knees hard enough to almost knock himself over when his bad leg wobbles. He grasps onto Logan's thighs for added support, and then promptly, sharply, nips the top of one. It's not hard enough to draw blood, but definitely hard enough to pinch.

[He'd rather not risk crunching bone, thank you very much (never mind that Logan has adamantium-coated bones that he can't crunch, but this fool doesn't know that yet, either.)

[He does move smoothly on from there as if he didn't just do that, nuzzling his thigh, just out of immediate range of Logan's dick.]

[ Logan does step out of them. He's not expecting the nip to come but he likes it, if the excitement in his grunt of surprise is any indication. Or what he says next. ]

That the best you can do?

[ Okay, so maybe he liked it, but also wanted it to be harder. Drawing blood is fine by him. And his bones cannot possibly be crunched by anyone except maybe Magneto.

Soon after his sass, his hand lands on the top of Alivian's head, messing with his ears and hair a bit. It's another way to be encouraging. ]

[The excitement is a big as fuck tell, and Alivian is about to bite him harder when he feels hands on his head. He gets the faintest flutter of air before those hands start to mess with his ears.

[Touching them himself is nothing compared to someone else touching them. Even without the type of touch he loves the most.

[He lets out something that's a cross between a complaint and a moan, except with absolutely zero coherency, and has to cling on tighter as his whole body starts to shake. His tail thrashes with it, breaths coming in shallower, rough panting.]

Hngnghhhnnn fuckk.... ahhh... ahhhhh....

[Instead of biting, he's just drooling now, oops, his cock leaking steadily onto the floor between his knees.]

You like that, huh?

[ Logan laughs gruffly. He's into that reaction and it shows in the interest in his voice, the way his fingers become dedicated to only those ears and rubbing them. ]

Don't forget what you were about to do.

[ No, he's not going to take pity on him. He wants to get it as well as he's giving it. ]

Don't wolves like the taste of meat when they get it?

[ Has. Has he been around Wade far too long? ]

[It's a bit harder to hear Logan over the sound of fingers rubbing over his ears, let alone the sensation sending hard chills and shivers down his spine. Some of his fur starts to puff up like a spooked animal's, but at this point, all he smells of right now is a wolf in rut.

[It's overstimulating, to be sure, and so Logan's muddled-sounding comment gets another prick of teeth. This time, hard enough to sink in and stay there for a moment, closer to the inner thigh. Only his main four canines stick in there, though.

[He's seriously too out of it to think straight, whining and moaning from something so small. His grip turns bruising on Logan's hips, and his heart starts skittering as a shallow orgasm rapidly surges up in his body to greet him.

[Sorry, Logan.]

[ Logan can tell what's happening by listening to him, and by how his smell changes. So while he's distracted by the bite - quite a lot, actually - he still manages to focus the efforts of his fingers even further, trying to coax this orgasm to hit and finish well.

Sorry? If Alivian dared to apologize, he'd probably literally kick him. He doesn't see such a thing as ever something you should apologize for, no matter how quickly it happens. ]

[It's not the most satisfying. It's a rushed, overstimulating thing that has him squirming and writhing and clinging on with everything he has, muffling his cries into the bloody mess he's made of Logan's thigh. It feels like he blacks out for a few seconds-- until the sensation becomes too much, and he manages to pull his mouth off and duck his head away from any more of it.]

Sorry-- just a second... ahh...

[Fuck. He can taste blood. Smell it, too. He's quick to get on it, ears folding sharply just to avoid getting pet some more so he can start to gently lick that wound clean. Well. Until his tongue flicks over scar tissue where there was a set of gaping holes.

[He just sits there, staring at that spot with his tongue partly sticking out, a mess of Logan's blood on his cheeks, chin and jaw.]

[ He raises his leg a little to kick him for the apology, then pauses when he sees the guy stunned. Slowly lowering his leg without doing what he started, he starts to laugh. ]

You didn't take me fucking seriously, did you? You can't hurt me. It all fucking heals.

People have tried guns, they've tried opening me up, they've tried goddamn crushing, none of it ever sticks.

Nothing you do is going to, either.

[ He wipes away the blood and - magic! Given a moment, even the scar tissue healed to nothing! He's always disappointed at this part, he wants visible signs of his healed wounds. But it never happens.]

[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.]

[ Logan had prepared himself to feel a rough tongue here, from what he's heard of wolves. That... doesn't happen and before he can breath a sigh of relief, Alivian gets really into using it. It's been - far too long, since he's felt someone's mouth on his dick. He can't help but immediately be expressive. ]

Fuck yeah.

[ His hand goes to Alivian's head again but avoids his ears this time, not wanting to interrupt him with a repeat of before. His fingers curl into his hair instead, tugging to show how into this he's getting. ]

Keep going.

[Fortunately, he's more than used to playing with his toys this way, and putting that knowledge of how he wants to be touched into practice? Works pretty damned well so far. Careful to keep much of the pressure of his teeth at bay, they're still too long to keep completely away; they brush against him from time to time (mostly the sides, sometimes the points,) and the wolf quietly groans as he feels fingers into his hair.

[So focused on doing a good job, and happy to hear that pleasure, his tail immediate wags like the wind, thump-thump-thumping against the leg of one of the stools.

[He pulls slightly off again with a faint gasp, and then dives back in, nuzzling as close to Logan's body as he can stand. His own cock remains hard and aching, though the desperation he's felt for awhile now has partially ebbed away. Part of him really just wants to shove his knot somewhere tight and feel the accompanying tugs from getting tied.

[For good measure, he growls, low and deep. Those reverberations reach high along his tongue - and hopefully, the dick in his mouth as he works to hilt him even deeper in shallow measures.]

[ Logan might object to the feel of those teeth if it were obvert, but since it’s just a hint, it’s interesting with a capital I. He wants to touch in return, more than just places like his hair or ears - he wants to feel that knot. But he remembers what happened when he tried to push past a certain point before. He has to prove to this man that he can’t lose control and hurt him - losing control is possible, but any permanent damage is not.

So he’s thinking hard about how to do that, then the growl comes and wipes his ability to think at all. ]

Fuuuck.

[ Suddenly, he’s lost all reluctance as he pushes his hips forward, trying to get deeper into that mouth. ]

Let me know when you’re willing to deal with it and I can really touch you too.

[Logan's desire to fuck deeper into his mouth prompts Alivian to gag, and then groan at the feelings it stirs up. He meets him halfway when he can, and finds himself delighting for a split second when it gets harder to breathe.

[Not prolonged, it's almost nice. But, for now, while Logan is going after his throat, Alivian digs his nails in hard on Logan's hips and drags, having to push back against the instincts to not hurt him and instead, well. Hurt him. It's not like he'll be using his gaze, and he's seen with his own eyes that it won't stick. Fortunately, his health isn't so far gone that he lacks his natural strengths. At least his primly-trimmed nails can still cause some damage.

[Despite his fears, he knows he has to show that he's willing to try.

[He'll want to clean up later, but for now, fuck it. They're both about to get pretty sweaty, at least.

[He shoves his face in to the hilt to lick and suck on him as deeply as he can stand, and starts to gag, but breathes through it and the spasms in his throat. Because dear god, having his nose rub up against Logan's body sends his sense of smell into sensory heaven. And when he's not gagging? He's definitely moaning from all the new stimulation to the flat of his tongue, and the aches of impact to the back of his throat.]

[ The pain of the nails is such a turn-on for him. He might be a sadist when it comes to fighting but in bed, he’s a total masochist. Very rarely does he exercise both and he probably won’t be here, but the masochist flag is totally flying. The deep marks from dragging nails heal quickly and he growls at the contrasting feel.

And feeling Alivian trying so hard is such a turn-on, too. It’s for him and it’s been too long since people often did things for him - especially this sort of thing. He’s aware enough to not try to push past the other man’s limits but he’s getting closer and it shows from how irregular his movements get. The pattern of growled moans is also a tipoff. ]

Jesus fuck.

[The positive response is heady; Alivian chases it, doing his utmost to keep pacing his breaths when he can afford them, and doing his best to repeatedly claw Logan's hips and thighs in sharp, slow drags. Unlike some other beastfolk, he doesn't have natural claws, so he has to make do with what he has.

[He sucks a bit harder, giving Logan's cock a bit more glancing pressure from his sharpest teeth; his added growls only send pleasure rocketing straight back to his cock. Alivian's hole aches, too, but with how occupied his hands are, he can't even play with his taint in the meantime.

[Wanting to push his partner over the edge, he growls and moans in encouragement, gagging and choking more and more often with those irregular movements. He doesn't pull away, at least, instead swallowing harder when he has the breath to do so, and doing his best to tighten his throat. It's risky; he's never done this before, but he doesn't want to leave Logan high and dry at the very end just because of some stupid need to breathe with a clear airway.

[His cock keeps drooling between his legs, heavier and heavier with every groan and moan that Logan makes. It aches horribly for release - for the tactile contact that he didn't get with the ear play. There's no slowing his pulse or the way he keeps having to snatch little gasps of breath between everything else he's trying to do. In the end, he feels more like he's slowly suffocating rather than managing it.

[Oh well.]

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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

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