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[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.]

Edited 2024-08-22 21:06 (UTC)

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?

Fuck...

[Alivian's composure cracks as he hears Logan's approval, and he needs a moment to just-- touch himself. He can't seem to pull his gaze away from Logan's as he does it, shivering and trembling as his pleasure rapidly builds-- until he takes his hand off and fusses more with his ass.

[It takes him a few minutes to think.]

Mattress. Softer.

[Fuck, he doesn't want to get up, but even a shitty bed is better than a floor. He pulls his fingers free of his insides and collects the container of lube to put down within reach, and climbs up into the nest of a bed.

[He's only used two fingers, but fuck it. He's fucked himself so many times that he knows how to relax, and he knows how to stop if he must.

[But the moment Logan's on the bed with him? Alivian crowds into his space like a starving animal, and unabashedly takes that cock in hand so he can start to slowly, slowly sink down onto it. His whole body feels like it's firing off more nerves that it conceivably has, hot and cold and unabashed excitement making him let out a quiet moan.

[And he's only rubbing against the tip so far, his hole just barely open to him yet. Keeping one hand on Logan's cock, and the other settling on his shoulder, he starts to work himself up to take the additional stretch. All the while, his tail lashes and twitches and shudders behind him - far more animated than the dazed expression on his own face.]

[ Logan's gaze can't decide where to land. It's hungry and trying to eat all of him up, going quickly between his face and where Alivian is sinking onto his dick. Back and forth, back and forth, occasionally taking a segue to look at that tail. His hands settle on the man's hips, trying to encourage him, but also trying to feel him. He presses his thumbs down against them, pushing a little harder than he should in an attempt to control himself so he doesn't just thrust beyond what Alivian can currently take.

He takes a deep breath for patience, but it's ragged. ]

[Pushing down on his hips gets a low growl, but it's listless, distracted - and not a warning. He focuses on breathing carefully, deeply, and-- something goes right. He's able to sink down a bit further - about halfway - and his insides twitch hard at the new stimulation, a short moan leaving him at the sensation of his prick rubbing deeper inside. His nails dig in hard to Logan's shoulder as he endures the mixture of discomfort and pleasure, knowing that it's going to feel so, so very good, very soon.]

J-Just a little more... ngh...

[His tail doesn't stop wiggling, making the muscles in his rear and tail flex repeatedly, and Alivian lightly digs his teeth into Logan's shoulder, sloppily smears more lube between them, and he carefully focuses on relaxing his insides to rest of him, bit by bit. Until there's nowhere else to go.

[But he's not done yet. Staying as deep as possible, the wolf starts to shallowly bounce on his lap, now both hands on his shoulders for stability. His breath pants and rasps, golden gaze closer to the color of decadent honey with how dark they've gotten with want.

[Alivian shallowly rides him with labored breaths, and mouths at his neck with a listless groan.]

When I... ahh... start-- softening up more, ngh... you can take your own pace. You're bigger.. than a toy, but I can.. I can take you... ngh...

[With every hard wave of pleasure, Alivian's ears fold back a little, in a futile bid to protect himself from the volume of his own voice.]

Soon... Soon....

[ Logan has to wonder a little at that. It's being made extremely obvious that this is likely Alivian's first time with an actual dick rather than a toy. He feels... honored by that, and like he can't mess this up. Thankfully, he's had enough experience with virgins that his emotions won't impact this, he's learned his way around controlling them. But this is the first time this has happened with a guy.

In a way, that kind of makes him a virgin at it too, doesn't it? So he really better not mess this up. ]

Take... the time to adjust. I'm bigger than most. If you can't right away -

[ He's trying to emphasize that it's okay. ]

It's fine-- I'm greedy...

[Even if all they're doing is grinding, hilt to hilt, it's still good. He keeps shifting and rocking on his lap, and he ultimately shifts his weight a bit to lean back a bit more, only for his arms to nearly give out under him when the girth of him rubs indirectly against a very, very nice spot. He nearly completely topples backward as his back feels like it's being pulled taut from the shoulders and spine.]

There-- that spot is good...

[Listless, he leans forward once more in order to slowly pick up the pace, lifting up along his cock a little higher before slipping back down with a little more force than intended, when his legs shake too much in that position to keep up.

[So he resorts to clinging to his shoulders for stablity while he bounces on there, panting shallowly. The movements aren't deep by any means, but it's still better than the grinding from before.]

...you're giving out.

[ As if Logan would have missed that, with how much he pays attention to people physically? He digs his fingers into his hips a little more. ]

Let me help you. Let me lift you.

[ Like Alivian's show of strength against the wall, it's his turn to show his own. He's not as strong as he would be without the metal on his bones, but that doesn't mean he's not a powerhouse. ]

...Please.

[Even if Logan's grip turns bruising, he doesn't care. Alivian complies with him, lets him lift him however much or little as he pleases. He shifts a bit to do his best to indicate the rough, even pace he wants right now, and shivers in delight at the way Logan's cock stretches him more. He can even pick up the faint, wet noises between them as his body adapts, and yields more to him with every concurrent thrust.]

Want... as much as you wanna give me...

[It doesn't stop him from trying to get more on his own, but he does yield to his partner's care and focus. Doing his best to focus just a little longer, he meets Logan's gaze with his own borderline demure, hungry one.]

Please-- please take me...

[ There's no escaping his grip becoming bruising, but he's not really thinking well enough to be aware of that. if he was, he might try to prevent it, and that would just make all of this awkward. He can sense that Alivian wants that rough, even pace and he fulfills that want, keeping it up through both the way he lifts him and the way he thrusts into him.

He can't help but growl a little as they move, feeling the pleasure every time he goes in deep. ]

You're so -

[ It's not just how he feels, it's the way Alivian is looking at him. He could just devour him right now and without being able to help himself, he crashes their lips together into a kiss. ]

[The sharp sound Alivian lets out is more bestial howl than anything human, and he clings on even tighter, insides tightening up sharply, his nails digging hard into Logan's back. He can't stop looking at him with abject need, and he immediately stiffens and shivers as their lips meet, not having the reaction time to shove his thumb between them.

[He'd pointedly tried to avoid kissing - doing anything else to occupy his mouth. Rightly so -- but only for his self-control's sake. The press of lips against his own is electric, and enough for him to have to strongly resist the urge to jerk himself off. The scratch of facial hair with their proximity is anything but off-putting, too.

[He's not even hitting that good spot reliably, but it's still-- amazing. Just in the sensation of being held, of being fucked, of being wanted is enough.

[His nails dig deeper.]

Quick-- anatomy lesson. Guys have.. ngh... a good spot just like women. Closer to... the entrance... ah...

If... if you want to make me scream, rub it, and don't fucking stop....

Make it a Command.

[ Because he hasn't forgotten how this guy can do that. Even now, when he can barely think, he's aware of how someone else works. It's not like he can forget how great it felt to follow the commands given before. With the way it'd been described, he figures the guy actually needs to give orders like that. So he's not going to miss the chance to bring one in. ]

And if I do it, scratch the hell out of me again, too. I'll fucking love it.

Hah... alright.

[Dredging up as much of his brain power as he has left, knowing that it's going to immediately be tossed out the window, Alivian takes a steadying breath.]

Hit my prostate as much as you can. As much as you want. Make me scream and weep and claw and bite you until we're both satisfied.

[Hopefully that's good enough. Hopefully, he won't regret this. Oh well.]

[ And Logan can't help but immediately follow that. He's following the instruction about where to go, testing it out with a few firm movements before he gets really into it. There's a part of him that's still more human and still afraid of hurting him, so anything foreign and new would be done with caution. But as soon as he's assured...

Well, he will move with intensity. He wants the clawing and biting, dammit. He wants it a whole lot. ]

Tell me if that's good.

Edited 2024-08-27 20:04 (UTC)

[It's good on its own. When Logan finds that spot, the wolf howls - in quite the literal sense of the word, however briefly, and tries to ride him harder, breaths rasping between hard, possessive bites and nails digging in so hard as they scratch that his fingers will surely be coated red when they're done.]

Fuck-- fuck yes!

[It's a miracle he can even speak right now, voice dissolving into more bestial shouting and whimpering as Logan absolutely works on wrecking him in ways that he can't do on his own. His tail seems to have a life of its own, jittering and thumping against the bedding.

[He quite literally can't stop himself right now during this highly overstimulating onslaught. His teeth bite into his shoulder and draw blood over and over again (but never, never his neck,) while his nails drag and catch into his back with erratic frequency. It's hard to make the appropriate movements with his hands right now, though biting is easy enough.

[His cock leaks a horrid mess between them before long, his whole body shaking and losing some strength to keep himself in position without help. He whines and keens for more of it, his knot feeling hot and tight like it's about to fucking blow - to say nothing of his dick. His cries muffle the more he bites down, tasting more and more blood on his tongue. Something about it tastes... wrong, but he's too into it to stop.]

[ His hands move from Alivian's hips to settling behind him, sort of hovering in the air and not actually touching him. It may soon become clear why, though more with sound than anything else - it's not as if the guy can see behind him, after all? Anyway, there's a snikt of his claws unsheathing as he thrusts a few more times, even more relentless in his movements. He's too caught up in the feelings to control himself, so he refuses to put his hands near him and hurt him.

The noise he makes then is gutteral, as he climaxes fully into him, refusing to even consider pulling out. Someone's going to need a bath of some sorts. ]

[He can't see behind him, but he can sure as fuck smell that there's blood behind him, and hear the movement, at this proximity, of metal tearing through flesh. He knows what it is, having already memorized the sound.

[He clenches in reflex, and thank goodness he's holding onto Logan for this. A hard thrill hits him when Logan's noisiness gets to him, and the scream he lets out is much closer to a wolf's howl than anything human, his whole body shaking as he finds his own end shortly thereafter, a stronger wave of come spilling between them.

[Hopefully Logan doesn't mind, though, when Alivian doesn't try to get off of him, still mindlessly biting and clawing at him to get more from him the moment he has a semblance of control back over his limbs.]

More...

[His bones hurt from all the movement, and his knot feels hypersensitive. But this? He feels alive, heart pounding hard against his ribs, like wings beating against a cage.]

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