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[The angle is also new -- and more intense. He can't use this position with a toy, and dear fuck does Logan's shaft just... effortlessly rub in the best places. He lets out a giddy, perhaps slightly unhinged laugh at how intense it is, and modifies his own movements to meet Logan's pace. His head's still down low, resting over his good arm while his injured one stays relatively tucked close to his body to spare it from tearing open if he leans on it. He trusts Logan to hang onto him to help keep him from sliding around.]

This angle is-- fuck.. ohh fuck....

[It takes everything he has not to jerk off right then and there and rush to the finish.]

Were you always-- ngnh, that big....??

[Every so often, Alivian manages to focus just enough to clench on purpose, every pant of breath capped with a whine or a moan.]

...yes?

[ LOgan's really not sure how to answer that. Especially because it's getting way difficult to think, way quickly. He is hanging onto him as he's trusted to, hands on him wherever he can reach. He's just as careless about how hard he presses his fingers in as he had been the previous time. Eventually, he'll figure out he's causing bruises, and ask if he should stop that. ]

Didn't spontaneously grow.

[ He's probably taking dirty talk way too seriously. It's his way, sometimes. ]

N-not what I.. ngh...

[God it's good, though. The grip on his hips, Logan fucking him. His tail keeps twitching with it, and if he wasn't so preoccupied with keeping his balance, he'd completely give in to jerk himself off right now.]

The angle.. makes you feel bigger....

[He tries to flash a look over his shoulder, but it ends up devoid of anything but debauched need. He's not even aware that he's drooling on himself right now.

[He can manage to continue to move with him, feeling both anxious to go harder, as well as enjoying this slower build-up that makes him so very aware of all the noises he's making. His knot aches with the load he's building up, too.

[He can even feel the ache from that grip on his hips, and the bruises they're doubtlessly leaving behind.

[It feels so, so so good....]

Ngh, Logannn....

You look like you're fucking enjoying this.

[ He's drinking him in as he studies him, practically living for how Alivian appears right now. He's just so damn hot and Logan is responsible for him being so debauched, which just turns him on even more. He is having a hard time remembering he wants to go slower, because he just wants to wreck him so bad. ]

So am I. You feel so fucking good inside...

[ He slips a little mentally, fucks a little harder. He doesn't go back to the way it was, groaning at the increased pleasure. ]

[As the sensations feel more intense with the harder pace, Alivian whimpers with it, his whole body shaking. Each grind against his prostate has him leaking all over his coat, marking the dark navy material a stark white.]

F-fuck...!!

[Words are all but gone, his body shaking, insides twitching and fluttering around Logan's cock. Rarely can he control it of his own accord by clenching hard, but he still tries. Whimpers and moans spill out of him, his legs trembling with the pace. Logan's groan only feels even better along his ears, and he reflexively clenches harder around him whenever his partner makes such a sound. Even so far away from his ears, his voice is like a deep caress within the sensitive structures.]

Good... fuck...

[He can't stop leaking a mess over the coat, and his hips shakily buck back against him. His breathing turns ragged and punctuated with sharper whimpers.]

So good-- feels so-- good...!! Yes, yes... please...!!

[He's not sure what he's begging for, precisely.]

Please what?

[ Logan can barely think at this point, so he's not perceiving that it's just a beg for the sake of it, not really asking for anything specific. He's feeling like he's rolling along towards a climax, and if he keeps going like this, or even thrusts faster - he's in danger. ]

Faster? Harder?

[ He doesn't speed it up yet. He doesn't up the intensity. He wants to be asked. He wants to make him ask. ]

Hgnngh....

[Well. This is one thing he can beg for. It does, however, take him significant effort to speak up as he starts to approach his own climax. As if the sensation of leaking with every thrust isn't blissful enough. His skin is flushed a brilliant rosy hue, gooseflesh prickling up in waves, his body shaking more and more as his pleasure rises higher and higher.]

Don't stop-- for the love of gods, don't stop...!!

[ Good enough. He grips his hips harder, shifts a little and starts thrusting with even more effort. The increase in pleasure is instant as it hits him, as he moves faster and with more power. He's not going to stop until they both reach climax and he can feel his own building up.

He keeps muttering Alivian's name now, having moved beyond the words and sentences he managed just a bit ago. This is all the coherency he has all of a sudden. ]

[Alivian starts cursing in earnest, his words starting to sound more along the lines of aborted words in his native tongue than anything even remotely in English. He quakes with the harder, faster thrusts, only to let out a short scream as it all hits him at once. It's a struggle not to bite himself, jaw clenching only to forcibly release with more calls of overwhelmed bliss.

[He can't seem to stop shaking, especially with Logan continuing on. His own hips buck into it, urging him to keep going. Every cell wants him to finish, too, even if it almost feels torturous for himself.]

[ It's not long before Logan finishes too, and his voice is rough and loud with his own expression of climax. He thrusts in one last time, not even thinking to pull out, even though it'll mean more cleanup afterwards.

Hopefully they don't get tempted to do more in the cleanup this time? They can't just keep fucking all the time, can they? They have to find a way home.

Regardless, after Logan reaches his orgasm, he is buried deep and just stays there for a long moment, panting breathlessly. ]

Fuuuck...

[Alivian shouts and keens with him, body shivering and bucking with every thrust inside of him, every throb of his pulse through the bruises at his hips. His load empties heavily over his folded coat, the floor, and even lands on the underside of his chin when he has to brace his head against his hand.

[It takes everything to not bite himself from how overwhelming it all feels. He feels the way Logan's cock throbs where their bodies meet, and something deep inside feels obscenely satisfied....]

Lo...Logan...

[He can't put his thoughts together at all...]

[ Logan pulls out then, making a displeased noise at how it feels to give up that closeness. He immediately feels the need to get closer again in a different way and reaches to try to help Alivian up, pull him close into an embrace. ]

That was... you...

[ No, he can't articulate himself either. It's just impossible, so he gives up trying and trails off. ]

[The displeasure is mutual; Alivian lets out a deep groan of disappointment, shivering with the stimulation from movement alone. The urge to put something back in there makes him whimper, but he does comply with Logan's attempt to move him.

[The embrace hits... different. Warm, and soft, and... he doesn't know what words fit.]

Awww. Pulled out so soon...

[It's the only thing he can think of at the moment.]

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[ Logan grumbles something that sounds like 'yeah'. He dislikes himself for making that choice, at least temporarily. He grips a little tighter to him, holds him closer, and can't help but kiss him quickly and softly. ]

You felt so damn good.

[ Words! He finally managed a coherent sentence! ]

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[As it shows, Alivian really just can't help but melt when kissed. Though he feels almost too warm, the cuddles are too good to resist.

[Even without a Command, the praise makes his tail immediately start wagging against the floor with excited thumping. Even as all he does is widen his eyes.]

I, um... yeah.

[Flustered, he clears his throat, and then finally moves his legs with a very quiet hitch of breath. Ow.]

You.. you felt really good.... I don't have the words for it.

...are your legs okay? Should we move?

[ Yes, he's more concerned over that obvious pain than the compliments that they have for each other, though those are good. He just wants to make sure Alivian is okay at all times. Even when it's probably going to be inconvenient for him, he's always going to do it. ]

The coat wasn't enough padding, is all. But they would hurt worse without.

[He wiggles his feet a bit, breath very quietly stop-starting with it. He needs to keep moving them a bit, though, and he leans a bit more into Logan with a deep sigh.]

We're fine where we are. I don't want to pull away to get up.

...yeah, okay. But don't push yourself too hard.

[ They haven't had countless repetitions of Alivian telling him that, yet, so he doesn't feel hypocritical saying it. He reaches out and rubs Alivian's leg a little, trying to see if that helps. ]

Tell me if this hurts.

[Alivian thinks to give a cheeky response, but just sighs and nods, a muscle jumping as Logan starts touching his leg. He takes a slow breath.]

Always. More to the point, you're not making it worse. That's what matters the most to me, right now.

[He melts a little more into Logan's arms with a soft sigh.]

My life is close to the end of the line as it is. There's bound to be pain at such a stage.

...But it's a little better than it was yesterday. Not as sharp.

No. It's not, remember?

[ Logan keeps rubbing his leg gently, but he's determined to contradict that. ]

I'm bringing you home, and my ex is going to find a way to treat you. You're going to survive longer than you think.

[ He believes this. He has to believe this. If he stops having hope... then he doesn't know what he would do. ]

Alright.

But I mean it, when I say it's softened.

[He stays relaxed, curled up with him. His eyes drift partly closed at the continued contact.]

My condition is reversible, technically speaking, but I don't have the required "nutrition" to stop the medicine yet. To do so too quickly would just accelerate my deterioration, as you saw before when... when it hurt too much to move.

What happens if you get low on the medicine? How much do you have left?

[ Logan has been worrying about this, but not sure how to ask. It's been one of those "out of sight, out of mind" things - if he focuses on everything else they're going through, then maybe this won't be a problem.

It tends to be a bad habit of his, not helped by the fact they've had a lot going on. ]

You saw what happens if I miss a dose. If I get low, I'll have no choice but to ration it.

[He shifts a little, and his tail starts to restlessly wiggle.]

My ability to move will be greatly impaired. It feels like walking on glass with the longest, sharpest ends pointing up. My body will also start to lock up, and I've head to deal with fever before in the earlier stages when it wasn't suppressed.

...I don't carry much on hand. I have enough for... two weeks, if I don't take the full dose.

[After a moment, his hand seeks Logan's Shaking, it squeezes.]

...I... don't want to go out like that. Every day I've walked, expecting to die that way.

[His ears fold tight, his tail curling against himself in a gesture of self-soothing. He doesn't dare look at Logan, but his hands shake.]

If... if it doesn't work, if don't succeed in loading down on what I need before that time comes, I don't want to die that way, stuck in my own body, unable to help myself and dig myself out anymore.

[To his credit, he'd deliberately not asking Logan to do anything on the matter. Just that that's the one result he doesn't want.]

If it gets that bad, we'll figure something out.

I'll do whatever you need me to do, in the end.

[ He knows that he isn't asking. But he also knows what it's like to feel like that. Maybe he should explain, he thinks. ]

Did I ever tell you I was a sickly child? I had days where I couldn't move. Whole days.

I'd never wish it on anyone. I begged my father to do something about it. He said his true strength was in not following what I wanted.

[ Logan doesn't know if he agrees, though he's glad to be around now. Thinking about what it was like back then, he squeezes his hand in return. ]

...No, you didn't.

[He relaxes a little in his hold, listening, and settling his head on Logan's chest.]

...

I've always told myself, if.... I can't make it through, I at least want control over how I go. That it's a basic thing to want. It's the least we can have, since we can't control when, where, or how we come into life. Or what family we get.

[He starts to relax more, mind drifting away from the present aches in his bones, though it's still there. It will always be there.]

I think he believed you'd pull through. I'm glad you did, even if I disagree with what he said to you.

...And I'm glad I've pulled through this long. To meet you.

I can't say our circumstances are happy, but... this is the happiest I've ever been in a long time.

[He tilts his head to offer Logan a small, shy smile.]

Thank you. For surviving all of that, and doubtless even more.

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