[ Another clang of his metal knuckles into Sidurgu's cheek and Logan wonders how the fuck the guy can take this-- and that's all he has time to wonder about, apparently, before he's slammed in the gut and sent reeling back.
Holy shit is the first thing to come to mind, and the only thing that keeps Logan standing on his two feet are his bent knees and the three-hundred pounds of metal on him. ]
Hey, bub, [ there's an ache in his ribs, and even if the bruise fades, the tingle doesn't ] you're the one who wanted more.
[ Because Logan's rushing forward again, then swerving to Sidurgu's right with a twist of his ankle and a slide with his feet. He brings one leg upward, diagonal and straight, and aims to slam his foot into the guy's bicep. ]
And you can go bugger yourself if that's the excuse you run with!
[What Sidurgu lacks in experience in hand-to-hand, he makes up with sheer strength and vitality. He takes Logan's next blow with a grunt, nearly buckling, but he hasn't gotten this far in life by playing fair. His hand reaches out and snatches hold of Logan's ankle before the man can pull back, and he bares his teeth.
It's not a nice smile.
It's not a smile at all. It's a warning, because next he sweeps his leg out for a kick. A truly low blow aiming for Logan's knee and knock him completely off balance.]
[ Oh, and the blow fucking hits him in the nerves.
A roar of pain escapes him, and as his tissues reassemble themselves in the wake of that kick, his pupils have started to dilate. His knee might have buckled, but Logan presses his foot to the ground and ignores the pain shooting up his leg to push himself up instead.
With Sidurgu holding his ankle steady, Logan uses it as an anchor to his spin, because he's added enough leg strength to push himself up off the ground and use that same leg to smack the man in the top of the head. It's easy to divert the kick's direction-- all Sidurgu has to do is let go of his ankle and Logan's going to be forced to hit a lower spot, but no matter the outcome, he'll kick off Sidurgu's torso or the floor to send himself flying a distance away, rolling as he lands on his side.
The ache in his bones continues, and Logan finds himself grinning as he pushes himself back up again.
And runs forward before lunging, aiming to slam both clawless fists into Sidurgu's chest. ]
[Sidurgu grunts. Stumbles back and almost falls back flat on his arse. He's usually a quiet man in combat, preferring not to cry out because that is weakness and he's learned to grit his teeth long ago.
And he stumbles again when Logan makes impact with his chest with both fists, and it takes all of his strength to just stay upright. There's absolutely no way he would fall to some Hyur like this. He reaches out and grabs Logan by the wrist, one hand not enough to encircle both but that doesn't matter-- one is enough.
The other hand is balled into a fist, which he drives into Logan's gut. Again and again. As many times as possible.
(Rielle is not going to be pleased with him returning to her all black and blue instead of his usual grey-lavender, but she knew he was going to be in a fight anyway and allowed him to go with just a warning.)]
[ Though he manages to keep the reaction at the first punch to an open mouth and a choked breath, as Sidurgu punches more, that open mouth turns into Logan spitting blood down into the ground (and into Sidurgu's forearm). He takes it, shutting his eyes as his torso starts to go numb with the pain, and the moment Sidurgu relents, Logan's quick to fall onto his knees, coughing and wheezing and wrapping his arms around his belly.
He's pretty sure he's bleeding internally. Blood continues to spill from his mouth as his healing factor works to catch up with the injury.
But he lifts his head, reddened teeth and painted lips and all, and manages a grin.
Then lifts one knee, his foot against the ground, and does his best to angle his body to jam his head and its adamantium skull into Sidurgu's belly as he rises. ]
[The sight of Logan's blood doesn't disturb him. Despite the kindness of his late master, mercy was not a lesson he learned.
Neither is surrender. He may choke when Logan beats his head against his stomach, blood welling up in his own mouth and stinging his nose, but Sidurgu merely bares his teeth in a throaty growl. Unbidden, his dark magic begins to swirl about himself like mist, though the Au Ra isn't calling on any of his abilities yet. Combined with the brightness of his eyes and limbal rings, the black of his sclera and the blood from between his lips, he looks far more like a demon than the dragons his kind are said to resemble.]
You godsdamned piece of shite--
[Sidurgu doubles over, but takes that opportunity to grab at the smaller man's shoulders, digging deep within himself and looking for that strength he knows he has to lift a man with steel for bones.]
Having someone grab him by the shoulders and bodily lift him, though-- that's another thing entirely. ]
Hooooly shit. [ He snorts some of the excess blood in his nose, legs kicking as his feet lift up off the floor and his arms in their limited movement flail none too gracefully. ] Holy shit!
[ He squirms, an involuntary growl in his throat. ] Sid, what're you--
[Sidurgu growls at Logan, a wholly human sound from a human (in a manner of speaking) throat. Logan is heavy, heavier than any man has any right to be, but Sidurgu has carried heavier, had worse.
His back aches, his muscles strain. Logan is far more unwieldy than his armour and weapon, which he's always able to carry without issue, and he knows this is the cause for all of his difficulties right now. Three hundred ponzes of man-- that's annoying to carry, but Sidurgu manages to life Logan above his head.
Then he tosses Logan down onto the ground like a doll.]
[ Logan gasps as he collides with the ground, his arms and legs stuck up in front of him, and he feels the strength at which he was thrown radiating in his fucking bones.
He's pretty sure he's just left a crater.
Lying there in sheer surprise, he stares up at the sky as his organs heal from the internal bleeding.
Then he turns his head and spits the excess blood out of his mouth with a laugh. ]
[It's like all the wind has disappeared from his sails at the admission, and Sidurgu staggers, before dropping to one knee, panting heavily. He is winded, his mind dizzied. Logically, he knows he needs just a moment to catch his breath after a feat like that... but he still feels utter shame at himself at being so weak like this. Nevermind that he's managed to accomplish something not many have managed to do.
No, Sidurgu is not aware of this. How should he? His power is typical for experienced Eorzean warriors. How would he know what standards Logan has?]
Go bugger yourself.
[He thinks Logan is laughing at him, and Sidurgu staggers to his feet again out of sheer tenacity, and kicks him in the side.]
Ow! [ It's the most immature sound that's come out of him since 1850. ] I gave!
Jesus. [ He lifts his shirt, looking at where the kick's left a bruise, and then watches it fade. His organs have more or less knitted themselves back together by now, but the ache still lingers like a ghost on every inch of him.
Pulling his shirt back down, Logan sits up and hears something crack in his spine as some of the bent adamantium is forced back into place with the healing of his bones.
He hisses a bit, but still looks up with a frown. ]
Dealing with you is a godsdamned pain in the arse.
[He'll never get over just how... disgusting Logan's body and healing ability is. The sound of the cracking of Logan's spine is not just something his horns pick up easily, but also makes the inner workings of Sidurgu's internal ears vibrate more than usual and sets his nerves on edge. An uncomfortable feeling, to say the least.
He thinks he can even feel that crack down to his teeth.
But he breathes, or tries to. Runs fingers through his untamable mop of pale lilac hair. He's still restless despite all the exertion, the rush of adrenaline still so strong in his veins-- and not just adrenaline. Red and black wisps of his dark magic still linger over his skin, around his hands. The fight is over, but Sidurgu's body doesn't seem to understand that.]
Pain in my arse at that, getting me worked up like this.
I'm not the one who wanted to spar. [ He brings his left hand on his right shoulder, his arm rotating in its socket. ] Christ.
[ Nothing else cracks when he rocks onto his back and then forward, propelling himself with the motion to get up on both his feet. Logan rotates his other arm, flexes the muscles on his legs, and then reaches up to wipe the blood from his mouth.
The colour that curls over Sidurgu, however (Logan's still not familiar enough with magic to recognise anything beyond it being actively used in spells), has him furrowing his brows. ] What's that?
[With a grumble in his breath, Sidurgu raises a hand. Stares at the red and black curling around his pale skin, and shakes it away.]
Dark magic. How easily I could have broken you if I simply let it come.
[Sidurgu has been holding it back the entire time.
Still is. Logan wouldn't have been able to bruise the Au Ra as much as he had if Sidurgu simply let his magic protect him the way he's become so used to doing in a fight. He's not sure what a steel skeleton would have done to magic settling as an extra layer atop his skin to protect him, but probably not as much as it would have.
Then he leans over, reaches out to grasp Logan by one shoulder and begins to pull him up.]
Hells, I want to though, but you should be grateful to whatever you pray to that I wont.
[ It's still surreal that Sidurgu can carry him. Logan's appalled by it for a moment, but then doesn't argue as he's lifted. ] I could'a taken it.
[ The magic's disappeared, but he spares a brief glance at Sidurgu's hand all the same as if waiting for it to pop up again. He's not so much offended by the thought of the other guy holding back-- Logan had held back himself in the fight, given his inability to fight to kill-- but after being beaten the way he was, how strong is he? ]
[Unceremoniously, the grip on Logan's shoulder will disappear-- and what happens next is all up to Logan's balance. But whatever happens, Sidurgu will throw himself onto Logan's body, burying his face into the crook of the shorter man's neck.
His breath is hot. Shaky, from tightly-coiled violence that he still would like to let out.]
That was not for your sake.
[The interplay of violence and sex is one not unfamiliar to Sidurgu... but it's one he doesn't like to indulge in. Makes him feel shameful, how he'd want another like that after blood has been shed-- and blood will always be shed whenever a dark knight is in combat.
Why he's like this, he doesn't know. But sometimes he thinks he's defective.]
[ Logan's standing just fine, but the weight of Sidurgu on his body has him stepping back just a bit in surprise-- both at the solidity of him, how heavy he is, and the fact that this is happening at all.
He smells it, though. Both his hands come up, gripping the Au Ra's biceps, and he hates that his own scent responds in a very vague, very subtle upward twinge in sweetness. ]
...it's okay. [ He doesn't move away, doesn't stiffen up, and instead slides his hands lower down Sidurgu's arms to gently curl around his wrists. ] You're okay.
[A wordless growl rumbles up from Sidurgu's throat and rips through his teeth. He grips Logan's hips, fingers digging in enough to create bruises that would have lasted on anyone not blessed with the ability to heal from just about anything.
Maybe this situation could have been more satisfying if Logan carried his injuries for longer...]
[ The reality of what's happening sinks in when Sidurgu's fingers hold his hips hard enough that Logan thinks he's going to touch bone. ]
Shit. [ It's not a bad "shit". Logan wouldn't say it's a good one either, though.
But his response is immediate, and he brings one hand up to cup the edge of his jaw right before digging blunt nails in and pulling Sidurgu's head up. ]
Here's fine.
[ The kiss that follows is biting, hard and demanding and teeth digging into the other man's lip, and the nails in his face dig a little deeper whilst his other hand releases Sidurgu's wrist to hook around his shoulder instead.
He pulls away and jumps, wraps both his arms around Sidurgu's torso, nails scratching down his jaw and over his neck, and then huffs a laugh as he clings onto him. ]
[The kiss they share is rough and demanding, another fight in its own but ends far too soon for Sidurgu's liking. His irritated grumble however becomes another growl when Logan practically climbs him like a tree, catching him off guard enough that he stumbles back a pace.
Bloody heavy Hyur pain in his backside.
And he may have said that out loud. Sidurgu doesn't know. He's too busy grabbing Logan to steady them and gain some balance again-- coincidentally, one hand finding the back of Logan's neck and the other grabbing a globe of his arse-- and gives him an ugly sneer full of teeth.]
You asked for this.
[With a bellow of sheer exertion, Sidurgu rips Logan off of his person and throws him back down into the little crater they'd both made just earlier.]
[ He's slammed, the pain frittering up his nerves like fire, but there's a grin on his mouth and brightness in his eyes-- even if that same mouth is caked with blood from when the impact had forced it out. ]
C'mere. [ Nothing's broken now, at least, the distance between Logan and the ground too short to make any especially terrible injuries, but he turns his head and spits the blood out before spreading his legs where he lies.
He doesn't lick the red off his teeth and lips for a reason. ]
[Logan doesn't even need to ask-- the Au Ra descends on him like a ravening beast on easy prey, one hand digging into Logan's hair and the other groping him through his trousers. Nothing about Sidurgu is soft-- even the bite he delivers to the crook of the older man's neck is swift and rough, and if he went just a bit too far he could have done something terrible.
But Sidurgu doesn't, even if he wants to, the need for violence being pushed down enough.
Too far down, joining the curling heat in the skintight trousers he wears as underamour. That's getting rather uncomfortable now, but Sidurgu pays it no mind.]
Fuck-- [ Hard Sidurgu's touch might be, but Logan groans as his head tilts, offering his neck for the pressure, the heat of his teeth (and the sting of feeling his skin cut and bleed beneath them). There isn't a measure of shame as he bucks his hips up, rolling his cock up against Sidurgu's thick fingers, his rough palm; Logan just sighs, his stomach going tight as his back arches.
A low noise of pleasure curls from his throat as his scent becomes sharper, sweeter, and he lifts one leg up just to hook it around Sidurgu's waist and force him lower. ]
[Sidurgu's answering groan is less loud, more of a deep exhale of breath slightly tangy and salty from the blood collected earlier in his mouth. And the scent will only get stronger when he replaces his teeth with his red-orange tongue, worrying those cuts like he's a bloodsucking bat.
And when Logan forces them together with his legs, Sidurgu answers by taking his hand away, replacing the friction with his own cock after having scrambling to pull it free from pants that have begun to feel too tight and uncomfortable. He's already so hard, prick flushed with reds and purples darker than his pale lavender-grey skin, and he has absolutely no issue rubbing it against Logan.
They're just two animals now, rutting for all they're worth.]
[ Yes rings in his head, but all that comes from Logan's throat is a growl. His other leg moves up, meeting its partner as it wraps around Sidurgu's body, and one hand brushes upward over the scales on his jaw until he's got a fistful of his hair between his fingers.
He's hard in his own trousers, but the scent of Sidurgu's urgency means he thinks less of himself and more about wrapping long fingers around however much of Sidurgu's girth as he can fit. ] That's it. [ He snarls encouragement, squeezing around the Au Ra's length, and slides his hand lower to give him a fist to fuck before the tip of his cock pushes and ruts against Logan's own erection (hard, leaking, staining his sweatpants a darker grey).
The cuts on his neck have healed by now, but he curls his fingers into Sidurgu's hair and urges him to bite again. ]
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Holy shit is the first thing to come to mind, and the only thing that keeps Logan standing on his two feet are his bent knees and the three-hundred pounds of metal on him. ]
Hey, bub, [ there's an ache in his ribs, and even if the bruise fades, the tingle doesn't ] you're the one who wanted more.
[ Because Logan's rushing forward again, then swerving to Sidurgu's right with a twist of his ankle and a slide with his feet. He brings one leg upward, diagonal and straight, and aims to slam his foot into the guy's bicep. ]
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[What Sidurgu lacks in experience in hand-to-hand, he makes up with sheer strength and vitality. He takes Logan's next blow with a grunt, nearly buckling, but he hasn't gotten this far in life by playing fair. His hand reaches out and snatches hold of Logan's ankle before the man can pull back, and he bares his teeth.
It's not a nice smile.
It's not a smile at all. It's a warning, because next he sweeps his leg out for a kick. A truly low blow aiming for Logan's knee and knock him completely off balance.]
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A roar of pain escapes him, and as his tissues reassemble themselves in the wake of that kick, his pupils have started to dilate. His knee might have buckled, but Logan presses his foot to the ground and ignores the pain shooting up his leg to push himself up instead.
With Sidurgu holding his ankle steady, Logan uses it as an anchor to his spin, because he's added enough leg strength to push himself up off the ground and use that same leg to smack the man in the top of the head. It's easy to divert the kick's direction-- all Sidurgu has to do is let go of his ankle and Logan's going to be forced to hit a lower spot, but no matter the outcome, he'll kick off Sidurgu's torso or the floor to send himself flying a distance away, rolling as he lands on his side.
The ache in his bones continues, and Logan finds himself grinning as he pushes himself back up again.
And runs forward before lunging, aiming to slam both clawless fists into Sidurgu's chest. ]
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And he stumbles again when Logan makes impact with his chest with both fists, and it takes all of his strength to just stay upright. There's absolutely no way he would fall to some Hyur like this. He reaches out and grabs Logan by the wrist, one hand not enough to encircle both but that doesn't matter-- one is enough.
The other hand is balled into a fist, which he drives into Logan's gut. Again and again. As many times as possible.
(Rielle is not going to be pleased with him returning to her all black and blue instead of his usual grey-lavender, but she knew he was going to be in a fight anyway and allowed him to go with just a warning.)]
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He's pretty sure he's bleeding internally. Blood continues to spill from his mouth as his healing factor works to catch up with the injury.
But he lifts his head, reddened teeth and painted lips and all, and manages a grin.
Then lifts one knee, his foot against the ground, and does his best to angle his body to jam his head and its adamantium skull into Sidurgu's belly as he rises. ]
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Neither is surrender. He may choke when Logan beats his head against his stomach, blood welling up in his own mouth and stinging his nose, but Sidurgu merely bares his teeth in a throaty growl. Unbidden, his dark magic begins to swirl about himself like mist, though the Au Ra isn't calling on any of his abilities yet. Combined with the brightness of his eyes and limbal rings, the black of his sclera and the blood from between his lips, he looks far more like a demon than the dragons his kind are said to resemble.]
You godsdamned piece of shite--
[Sidurgu doubles over, but takes that opportunity to grab at the smaller man's shoulders, digging deep within himself and looking for that strength he knows he has to lift a man with steel for bones.]
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Having someone grab him by the shoulders and bodily lift him, though-- that's another thing entirely. ]
Hooooly shit. [ He snorts some of the excess blood in his nose, legs kicking as his feet lift up off the floor and his arms in their limited movement flail none too gracefully. ] Holy shit!
[ He squirms, an involuntary growl in his throat. ] Sid, what're you--
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His back aches, his muscles strain. Logan is far more unwieldy than his armour and weapon, which he's always able to carry without issue, and he knows this is the cause for all of his difficulties right now. Three hundred ponzes of man-- that's annoying to carry, but Sidurgu manages to life Logan above his head.
Then he tosses Logan down onto the ground like a doll.]
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He's pretty sure he's just left a crater.
Lying there in sheer surprise, he stares up at the sky as his organs heal from the internal bleeding.
Then he turns his head and spits the excess blood out of his mouth with a laugh. ]
Fuck. Okay-- I give.
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No, Sidurgu is not aware of this. How should he? His power is typical for experienced Eorzean warriors. How would he know what standards Logan has?]
Go bugger yourself.
[He thinks Logan is laughing at him, and Sidurgu staggers to his feet again out of sheer tenacity, and kicks him in the side.]
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Jesus. [ He lifts his shirt, looking at where the kick's left a bruise, and then watches it fade. His organs have more or less knitted themselves back together by now, but the ache still lingers like a ghost on every inch of him.
Pulling his shirt back down, Logan sits up and hears something crack in his spine as some of the bent adamantium is forced back into place with the healing of his bones.
He hisses a bit, but still looks up with a frown. ]
What're you pissed for?
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[He'll never get over just how... disgusting Logan's body and healing ability is. The sound of the cracking of Logan's spine is not just something his horns pick up easily, but also makes the inner workings of Sidurgu's internal ears vibrate more than usual and sets his nerves on edge. An uncomfortable feeling, to say the least.
He thinks he can even feel that crack down to his teeth.
But he breathes, or tries to. Runs fingers through his untamable mop of pale lilac hair. He's still restless despite all the exertion, the rush of adrenaline still so strong in his veins-- and not just adrenaline. Red and black wisps of his dark magic still linger over his skin, around his hands. The fight is over, but Sidurgu's body doesn't seem to understand that.]
Pain in my arse at that, getting me worked up like this.
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[ Nothing else cracks when he rocks onto his back and then forward, propelling himself with the motion to get up on both his feet. Logan rotates his other arm, flexes the muscles on his legs, and then reaches up to wipe the blood from his mouth.
The colour that curls over Sidurgu, however (Logan's still not familiar enough with magic to recognise anything beyond it being actively used in spells), has him furrowing his brows. ] What's that?
You okay, Sid?
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Dark magic. How easily I could have broken you if I simply let it come.
[Sidurgu has been holding it back the entire time.
Still is. Logan wouldn't have been able to bruise the Au Ra as much as he had if Sidurgu simply let his magic protect him the way he's become so used to doing in a fight. He's not sure what a steel skeleton would have done to magic settling as an extra layer atop his skin to protect him, but probably not as much as it would have.
Then he leans over, reaches out to grasp Logan by one shoulder and begins to pull him up.]
Hells, I want to though, but you should be grateful to whatever you pray to that I wont.
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[ The magic's disappeared, but he spares a brief glance at Sidurgu's hand all the same as if waiting for it to pop up again. He's not so much offended by the thought of the other guy holding back-- Logan had held back himself in the fight, given his inability to fight to kill-- but after being beaten the way he was, how strong is he? ]
I heal. [ Snort. ] You didn't have to.
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His breath is hot. Shaky, from tightly-coiled violence that he still would like to let out.]
That was not for your sake.
[The interplay of violence and sex is one not unfamiliar to Sidurgu... but it's one he doesn't like to indulge in. Makes him feel shameful, how he'd want another like that after blood has been shed-- and blood will always be shed whenever a dark knight is in combat.
Why he's like this, he doesn't know. But sometimes he thinks he's defective.]
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He smells it, though. Both his hands come up, gripping the Au Ra's biceps, and he hates that his own scent responds in a very vague, very subtle upward twinge in sweetness. ]
...it's okay. [ He doesn't move away, doesn't stiffen up, and instead slides his hands lower down Sidurgu's arms to gently curl around his wrists. ] You're okay.
Come on. I get it.
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Maybe this situation could have been more satisfying if Logan carried his injuries for longer...]
Here, or elsewhere-- you choose.
But I shan't be so patient.
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Shit. [ It's not a bad "shit". Logan wouldn't say it's a good one either, though.
But his response is immediate, and he brings one hand up to cup the edge of his jaw right before digging blunt nails in and pulling Sidurgu's head up. ]
Here's fine.
[ The kiss that follows is biting, hard and demanding and teeth digging into the other man's lip, and the nails in his face dig a little deeper whilst his other hand releases Sidurgu's wrist to hook around his shoulder instead.
He pulls away and jumps, wraps both his arms around Sidurgu's torso, nails scratching down his jaw and over his neck, and then huffs a laugh as he clings onto him. ]
C'mon, slam me again.
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Bloody heavy Hyur pain in his backside.
And he may have said that out loud. Sidurgu doesn't know. He's too busy grabbing Logan to steady them and gain some balance again-- coincidentally, one hand finding the back of Logan's neck and the other grabbing a globe of his arse-- and gives him an ugly sneer full of teeth.]
You asked for this.
[With a bellow of sheer exertion, Sidurgu rips Logan off of his person and throws him back down into the little crater they'd both made just earlier.]
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C'mere. [ Nothing's broken now, at least, the distance between Logan and the ground too short to make any especially terrible injuries, but he turns his head and spits the blood out before spreading his legs where he lies.
He doesn't lick the red off his teeth and lips for a reason. ]
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But Sidurgu doesn't, even if he wants to, the need for violence being pushed down enough.
Too far down, joining the curling heat in the skintight trousers he wears as underamour. That's getting rather uncomfortable now, but Sidurgu pays it no mind.]
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A low noise of pleasure curls from his throat as his scent becomes sharper, sweeter, and he lifts one leg up just to hook it around Sidurgu's waist and force him lower. ]
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And when Logan forces them together with his legs, Sidurgu answers by taking his hand away, replacing the friction with his own cock after having scrambling to pull it free from pants that have begun to feel too tight and uncomfortable. He's already so hard, prick flushed with reds and purples darker than his pale lavender-grey skin, and he has absolutely no issue rubbing it against Logan.
They're just two animals now, rutting for all they're worth.]
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He's hard in his own trousers, but the scent of Sidurgu's urgency means he thinks less of himself and more about wrapping long fingers around however much of Sidurgu's girth as he can fit. ] That's it. [ He snarls encouragement, squeezing around the Au Ra's length, and slides his hand lower to give him a fist to fuck before the tip of his cock pushes and ruts against Logan's own erection (hard, leaking, staining his sweatpants a darker grey).
The cuts on his neck have healed by now, but he curls his fingers into Sidurgu's hair and urges him to bite again. ]
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