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[ 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.

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[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.]

Can you handle more?

[ It's not a problem for Logan. Super healing factor means no time needed for a refractory period. But he's worried about fucking this man too much, about tearing him up. Maybe he can do something else to him?

But it's so difficult to think with the biting and clawing. He's so into it. The best he can think is to sheath his claws and wipe the blood away on the blankets. Not that this really helps anything, as there's blood all over him.

And he loves it. ]

'F'course I can, I'm not fragile yet--

[It slips out that way on accident, nerves tugged taut and desperate for more attention, more pleasure, more stimulation. He's damned near drooling for it, even as a dull sensation of pain rattles around in his marrow, in his legs.

[He bites down on his shoulder again, harder this time, and nearly meets bone. Fortunately, it's a close call, and Alivian doesn't even know how close he was to chipping or breaking his fangs.]

[ But Logan can think well enough to absorb that, to take it in. He presses his hands on Alivian's shoulders, tries to demand thought and explanation of him. He's not thinking about how difficult that would be for him right now. ]

What do you mean, yet?

[Alivian reflexively growls when they stop. Fuck. This isn't a conversation that he wanted to have while getting perhaps the only dick in his entire, miserable existence, with... well, frankly, the first friendly stranger he's ever met.

[Fortunately, the lack of stimulation helps him regain coherency, and he sighs roughly as he pulls his mouth free.]

...Fuck.

[He does, at least, completely stop moving, on top of not biting or clawing him anymore..]

Explain, or I won't do that again.

[ But if he gets an explanation, he probably will. He just wants to know what he's dealing with here. He likes being assured in what reality is, in what the terms and limitations are. If he's not, then he doesn't know he's not going to screw up.

But he shows that he is willing to try again by not pulling out, even while they have this conversation. ]

Just... gimme a second...

[There's too much blood away from his brain. He takes a few steadier breaths, and briefly rests his forehead against Logan's shoulder for stability.]

...I'm in the process of dying over time, alright? My bones are going to be the first to go. That's all. They've already partially gone weak.

[He pointedly pats the leg that he hasn't been favoring.]

The medicine I'm on drains some stuff to keep me from rapidly crashing. Uses that energy to convince my brain that I'm not actually-- missing nutrients.

[Alivian frowns, looking over at the rumpled, bloody blankets.]

I have seven doses left on hand. Never need to carry a month's worth when I'm just going to work and back. Once that runs out, I have... hours? Days? I don't know. But it'll be hell, I'll collapse, and die in absolute agony.

[His tongue flicks over his lips, and then he absently uses the back of his hand to try to wipe his mouth clean. It doesn't really work; even his hands are marked by Logan's blood. His mouth is also too bloody to wipe clean, anyway.]

Satisfied?

[He is absolutely Not Happy to have this conversation.]

Can anything prevent this? Or is it just going to happen?

[ Logan feels a dread in his stomach, curling deep within it. Is he going to lose someone yet again? How could he make the mistake of starting to like this person after just a few minutes? He has to stop becoming attached so quickly. But that's how it happened with Jean, too. She had him immediately and he was a goner. ]

What can I do? Anything?

[ He'll tear the world to hell and back if it means keeping someone alive, even if he doesn't know them yet. And he feels like he knows this person somewhat, even after such a small amount of encounters. They may have been small but they were intense. ]

...Why do you care?

[Rather than angry, the words are tired, reserved. His ears fold flat, but neither out of anger nor fear.]

If we can get out fast, it won't be your concern.

[He wants to run, the fluttering in his heart more of anxiety than anything sexy, though most of those hormones still happily race in his blood.]

And I'll get out of your life fast, so you can forget me just as quickly.

[He doesn't seem as convinced of his own words at all, though his careful, even tone is admirable. Even in the face of the remnants of his earlier desperation and ecstasy, he tries to calm himself down.

[He should pull away, but... he doesn't want to. He wants to stay, but it would be cruel to. But his body doesn't want to move.]

As if I could forget you now!

[ Logan does pull out at this point, feeling a little upset and angry. But he keeps the rest of the closeness, wrapping one arm around Alivian's waist in contrast to his other action. With the hand not on him, he gestures frantically, almost in an emotional frenzy. ]

There's too much. We've done too much. We have - there's too much.

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