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[ 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.]

[ That edge comes soon enough. Logan thinks to warn him with a tighter grip to his hair, trying to encourage him to pull off so he doesn’t have to swallow the load. If Alivian chooses to, that’s one thing, but he doesn’t want to take him by surprise - especially with how deep he’s been taking it.

With one last thrust of his hips and a guttural moan, he gets there but good. Afterwards, he looks like an absolute mess but somehow has the slight presence of mind to peek and see how Alivian is doing.

He fully expects him to also be a mess. ]

[Most of it ends up down his gullet, but the rest? He pulls off at some point near the end when the lack of oxygen gets to be too much, and that deep, alluring scent of him coats his cheek, the corner of his mask, and some of his hair.

[With the way his breath rasps and how he fully falls onto his ass, his eyes are mostly closed behind those dark lenses, chest heaving as he fills his lungs repeatedly with glorious oxygen. When he finally can make another sound, it's a soft, low, needy moan. Logan's scent is all over him. In his mouth, in his nose, on his hair, on his skin, drying blood between them....

[As soon as he's even remotely half steady, he drags a bloodied hand to his cock with a low whimper, his hand trembling as he makes sure he doesn't jerk himself off like a man possessed.]

Please---

[It's the only coherent thing he can muster.]

You finally ready to let me properly touch you?

[ Logan stands up from the stool, kicking it away for good measure. He stands over Alivian with a smirk, looking down at him with need from underneath his eyelashes. He may have had his climax but he wants to touch him and make him get there in return. ]

Maybe we should head into the bedroom where it’s a little more comfortable.

Y-yeah. That... would be good.

[He has to shift all of his weight to his hands before he's able to push himself, shakily, upright, too stubborn to ask for help even as one knee shakes hard enough to make him have to quickly redistribute his weight to the other leg.

[With a slight huff, he wipes the corner of his mouth with the back of a finger, and then licks the mess of it off that way with a long drag of his tongue.]

Most people don't want to touch me, mind. Or at least, well. Not kindly.

[Using his nose to navigate, he slowly makes his way to where he thinks the bedroom is - most people spend a decent amount of time sleeping, after all, so Logan's scent should be pretty well-concentrated there.

[He's still wobbly on his feet, just a bit, a slightly more-pronounced limp in his gait from being on his knees and balancing on them, to boot. His tail sways and twitches more to compensate. Unlike while standing still and mostly dressed, the muscles in his tail (especially where the fur is thinnest) and rear all flex more visibly with his stride. He eventually uses a hand on the wall to make sure he can stay upright.]

Kind of blew my mind a bit going for the ears like that.

[A beat.]

A little too frisky of an approach for my tastes, but not awful.

[He's. Trying.]

[ Logan follows along the way. The bedroom isn’t the best for rest - the bed frame has long since fallen apart, so when he got here, he got rid of it. It made better firewood than a support system. The bed itself has some burst springs, but he’s got a lot of blankets to make up for it. It’s pretty much a nest. ]

Too frisky, huh?

[ A beat, as he turns Alivian to face him. He looks over the little bit of mess left on his hair and mask and looks both amused and attracted. ]

Then you’ll really hate what happens next.

[ He leans in and licks the stuff that’s left, where it’s sort of going off his mask onto his cheek. In the meantime, he puts his hands on him, directly on his ass. It’s definitely deliberate, unlike earlier. ]

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[There's a split second when he's physically turned, all of his muscles tense up to react. He ends up not doing anything, fortunately, other than one ear tilting sideways.

[It's a little surprising to be licked, but, well. Maybe Logan can sense the mostly-blank, slightly bewildered stare he's getting. The ass-grab, however? It just makes him grunt, a bit of embarrassment mixed with arousal.]

That's not frisky, just bold.

[Deciding to try to be bold, his own hands go for Logan's ass, and then lift. Logan is heavier than he expected, and he grunts a little with the effort, but-- the wall is a good place to shove him, he thinks and once he has his balance, he's comfortable with it.

[So he slams him into it, fingers digging hard into Logan's ass to help keep him upright, as well as offer him a fragment of pain that he clearly likes so much.]

What makes you think a wolf will care where you put your tongue, when you consider where we put ours when we still walked on all fours?

[He doesn't sound terribly winded anymore, though his voice is rougher. However, nothing in his scent is that of aggression - just a fuckton of lust. that said, he digs his fingers harder into his ass with a low growl.]

Just the ears are too sensitive for rough play. You could pull my tail and all it would do is make my ass clench around your cock as tight as you wanted it.

[The air visibly ripples lightly like a heat illusion, with a sense of physical, domineering weight around them, Alivian's emotions - and Glare - surging to the fore with how pent-up he really feels right now. It's too much for the mask to entirely block out.

[With just a bit of shifting, he pointedly slots his cock right up against Logan's, and he growls lowly at the unique, intimate, lewd contact of such intimate parts of them.]

Why the fuck couldn't I have found you sooner--

[Immediately, he sharply nips Logan's shoulder and grinds right up against him, pushing himself as close as he possibly can in order to set up a steady pace.]

Because we weren’t in the Void.

[ …Logan tends to offer simple, obvious answers, okay? Especially now that this Glare is starting to impact him. It’s not too much, no more than just an edge, but it makes him feel… less intelligent and more prone to his impulses. He would figure out it was due to Alivian if it weren’t for that dumbing down, but he’s not really capable of thinking it through. Nor does he want to try or do anything that doesn’t involve giving in.

So he grinds back, his accompanying growl sounding less human this time. Raising his hands to the man’s back, he has the presence of mind not to use his claws - thank God for that. But he does dig his nails in, not even thinking to ask if something like that might be okay. ]

[Nails digging into his back draws out a hiss, his whole body shivering hard at the new sensation his body is learning about. Who knew it would feel good? Being clung to in such a way, a pair of predators nipping at each other.

[He lets out a low growl that's pure wolf and nips Logan's jaw as he grinds harder into him, making damned sure that his knot gets as much contact as possible. His prick is heavy and slick with a mix of precome and his earlier release.

[Even the answer he received was along the lines of what he meant, he doesn't have the capacity to be eloquent - not with the sinfully slick feeling of grinding together, knowing that he's smearing more of his scent on Logan and vice versa.]

Harder.

[That's all Logan gets before Alivian presses hard, biting, bloodied kisses to the base of his neck and the meaty juncture between it and his shoulder. Marking him - for however short the punctures last.

[That said, his pace isn't as swift as his biting, namely because so much of him is using its energy to keep Logan's body in his arms, and his legs have been the first to start to lose strength over time. He doesn't have as long as he likes to hold him up, but he'll damned well keep going until it's too risky to continue.

[After all, more of him is clued in to wanting to give pleasure rather than receive it. Still, if Logan were to ever fully turn things around...? He can't say he'd offer even a fragment of his usual protestations at this point. While the slower place is exactly what he likes, that's all there is to it - it's to his liking, but not exactly what he needs to loosen up.]

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[ Logan’s more human side is sluggish as they continue. He should be hesitating to tear this guy up but he’s showing he can handle it. That just encourages the animal in him to propel forward, scratching deeper and outright growling. He’s impressed by how he’s being held up - even now, he knows exactly how much he weighs with all that metal on his bones.

Turning it around is something he definitely wants to do, though. An animal of his kind is all about domination and he doesn’t want to accept being on the receiving side, here. So he considers how to turn this around and then drops his legs back to the ground and sweeps them at Alivian’s. The intent is to take him to the ground and then literally pounce on him. ]

[Alivian growls and moans at the deeper scratches stinging along his back, pleasure tickling up his spine. Even so, Logan is definitely not light, but the wall helps to redistribute the weight, and Alivian is content enough to continue like this.

[Enough that he doesn't notice - until the shift of Logan's legs down to the floor. He doesn't even have the mind to pause-- in an instant, his legs collapse beneath his weight once he's knocked off of his feet, and he reflexively half-turns to protect his tail from the initial impact. The angle of the fall sends his mask flying off with a harsh, metallic clang and skittering far out of arm's reach.

[Alivian's copper-flame-flecked golden eyes peer up at Logan in open shock from his position on his back, his Glare manifesting full force as an indomitable pressure. For the first time, he gets an unfiltered view of Logan - one not tinted dark blue to hell and back.

[He doesn't even have the time to try to scramble to get it - Logan's on him in an instant, and he doesn't have the strength to move someone of his weight if he doesn't want to be. His gaze flicks to Logan's, still knocked around by surprise, and he bodily shivers at this new position. It's so much at once, and so good--

[Fortunately, he's way too turned on to immediately feel afraid, even though his scent faintly creeps up with it. He's quick, at least, to slam his eyes shut and use a hand to try to hide them further to protect his impromptu fuck buddy. The strength of his Glare only slightly softens.]

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Your eyes.

[ Logan can talk like this, apparently. He’s just even less long winded and knows exactly what he wants. He isn’t feeling any of the hangups that cause him to deprive himself, so he reaches for Alivian’s hand, trying to pull it away. He wants to see those eyes again, even if it means that pressure goes up.

Hey, when you heal like he does, you’re not great at survival instincts. ]

Pretty.

[ He arranges himself over the man, seeking to renew the grinding from this new position. But even if he’s allowed, it won’t be enough and he’ll soon make a frustrated animal noise. ]

Ah?!!

[Yup, that's his hand getting pulled out of the way, and Alivian reflexively opens his eyes again to make sure he's not about to be met with something bad while being unable to see it coming.

[As strong as his gaze is, it's just... pressure. A sense of physical touch without any actual touch at all. Like his gaze is pressing over Logan's body in a firm, loving caress. Or a weighted blanket.

[But when nothing bad starts happening, Alivian shudders and starts to fall back into it, his tail twitching on the floor beneath his weight. The animal noise makes him shiver. This really isn't enough, is it?

[But what to do? He doesn't have any lube on hand, and he really would like to get fucked right now.

[Especially since their eyes keep meeting, holy fuck. He feels just shy of bursting with that. All he's ever wanted with intimacy is to be able to look at someone without that mask on.

[Maybe he's dreaming.

[With a soft, canine whine, Alivian wraps his arms around Logan's neck and presses kisses to his jawline, delighting in the scratch of hair there against his own face. His cock twitches hard between them, wanting more, but this grinding isn't enough, and every part of him feels like it's suddenly melting from brain to toes.]

I can-- ahh... squeeze my thighs together for you. Unless... unless there's lube or hand cream in this place... mmm....

[ The kisses help calm him, bring him down a little from the more feral state. He's a little more him now. Enough that he doesn't try to just go for the fuck anyway, which would be disasterous for the both of them. He actually thinks about this suggestion. ]

There probably is. Nicepool used to stay here. He was nice about goddamn everything.

[ Like he even wants to take the time to explain this guy. He grinds a little more and whines a pathetic noise at the idea of getting up. But he has to, if he wants to do this properly. ]

...motivate me to move.

[ Except that'd be difficult, wouldn't it? Whatever Alivian would do would probably just turn him on more. ]

[At first, Alivian has no idea what a "Nice pool" is. Until, apparently, it's revealed to be a name. What the fuck.

[But as it is, Alivian huffs at the demand to motivate Logan to move. Who's the older one here, again?? Without the mask, however, it's obvious when he rolls his eyes.]

No lube, then thigh-fucking only. Lube? Then you can do more.

[A beat.]

If you want to stay flopped over, then just switch positions with me. I'll get up. Can't be hard to roll over together, right?

[Though his mouth stays relatively flat, he arches an eyebrow at Logan.]

That's not it. I just don't want to seperate from you.

[ Logan might be the older one, but he doesn't always act his age, and now is not an exception as he pouts. But he shakes his head and exhales roughly, moving himself in one quick movement. it's the only way he'll manage it. He pushes off Alivian and rolls to the side, then gets to his feet. He looks down at him, regret already showing in how he's seperated himself.

Yeah, act his age? Right. ]

Do not move even one muscle.

[ With that, he nods and speeds to the bedside drawer, going through it quickly. He finds some lube soon enough - banana? How stupid. ]

You want me to wear a condom too, or...

Don't care enough if you wear one or not.

[His voice comes out a little more abrupt than he means, but he quickly gestures at the lube and starts to lift one knee up towards his chest, figuring that "don't move" doesn't apply to getting ready to take things further.

[While the position is entirely functional, he's very, very aware that it shows off more of him this way. He's too turned on to care, really.]

Gimme. I know how to open myself up pretty quick. Unless you want to, and not just watch.

[ He glances back and closes the drawer, quick and fast. It 'thumps' a little too loudly. Carrying the lube and no condom, he heads back quite quickly and drops the container onto Alivian's body, leaving it closed. He eyes him from where he stands above him. ]

Show me. [ He swallows audibly. ] I want to see you do it.

[ If he were to do it himself, he'd be too fast and efficient, trying to get there as quick as possible. He couldn't enjoy it. This is both his way of doing so and his way of depriving himself for a bit, so he doesn't get too overwhelmed again. He doesn't like... being out of control. ]

Ah... Sure.

[Alivian scoops up the container and doesn't hesitate to open it, squinting and very keenly wrinkling his nose at the scent. What the fuck? It smells like a fruit tried to be a fruit and... it's just off.

[He turns the container around to squint at - in incredulity rather than any fault with his eyes. Banana? Sure as fuck doesn't smell like any banana he's eaten. He clicks his tongue but still dips his fingers into the stuff to drag some out. Whatever. It'll work.

[Keeping one leg hitched up, he reaches down with those wet fingertips to circle his rim. Grunting quietly at the temperature difference, he gently rubs and prods at the tight ring of muscle, and his other hand moves to his cock to languidly offer himself another feeling to focus on. Thinking even better on the topic, he spreads some of the lube over his dick as well before resuming.

[The very, very slick sensation makes his toes immediately curl tight, his offhand slowly stroking his cock, his fingers gently pushing, swirling and prodding at his hole. Bit by bit, he adds more lube to make sure he's not completely overdoing it, and his breath catches as one fingertip slips inside. His knees quiver, and his tail attempts to lift high in offering, despite being trapped under his own weight. The root of it stubbornly remains arched away.

[With this single bit of headway, he pulls his finger partly out and attempts to add a second finger. slowly working to stretch the entrance a little, and bearing down a little so the second slides in easier than the first. His free hand briefly pulls from his cock to lightly clench against his lower stomach, his body knowing exactly what he's gearing up for.]

Once I'm done here... mm... let me sit on your cock first. It'll be easier for me to tell how much I can take at the onset.

[The toys he's used back home are pretty uniform, but, the anatomy of another person? That's too intimate to be risky with.]

For now... like the view? It's... a little embarrassing to be stared at like this...

[A beat, and he swallows.]

...I like it.

[ Logan swallows as well, the noise audible. He kneels down at Alivian's feet, studying him from this angle as well. His cheeks are hushed high in the cheekbones and patterning across his nose. He's really into this and it shows, but he feels like he has to summon his limited verbal skills to support that. He did get asked. ]

Fuck yeah, you're hot.

[ And the fact it's embarrassing for him somehow makes it better? What the hell kind of kink was that? He disapproves of himself, but he can't help it. He reaches for the lube himself to spread it across his own cock, slowly and surely so he doesn't get carried away. ]

Do I sit right here? Or move to the mattress?

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