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. ]
[The heat and texture of the Hyur's fist is almost unbearable, making Sidurgu shake from his head to his toes. Though Logan can barely hold onto him, the grip is so tight, the movements of his hips become faster, stronger, shoving insistently onto the man below him like they're truly fucking.
But the pose of submission doesn't get past him, oh no, and he just cant resist, gnawing and worrying at the skin but not yet biting.]
Haah-- You're bloody hungry for it. [But Sidurgu himself is leaking-- so much, more than any Hyur can. Logan's fingers are wet by now, becoming an easier slide for the Au Ra.
Though easier is not what he wants.]
Bloody fucking-- [Sidurgu anchors himself with teeth on Logan's throat as he paws at the man's pants, threatening to rip them to shreds with clumsy but violent movements.]
[ The cry he lets out as teeth sink into his throat is louder than he's used to, but the scent of Sidurgu's pre-come spurs Logan on more than anything else-- makes him hot, heavy, his head starting to spin with want and violence. ]
Fuck. [ It comes out as a moan, a drawn out fuuuck. ] Fuck. Yeah, I-- yeah. [ Then Logan's legs slip from where they're wrapped only so he can bring the hand in Sidurgu's hair down and tug at his trousers himself.
The hem doesn't go down all the way; it slides down his thighs along with his underwear, but the moment his prick is out (flushed and small against Sidurgu's, Jesus, Logan's mouth is watering at the same time it bleeds with the gurgling from his throat injury) he doesn't have the sense of mind to bring it any lower than that.
He can smell his own arousal, sweet and inviting in the wake of Sidurgu's aggression, but it's weak compared to the sharp spice in the other man's sex. Logan groans, lifting his hips up. ]
[Logan's need is so strong, the Au Ra is getting swept up in it. He's barely thinking for himself except for his want, instinct answering to both men's sheer desire.
Though it's already gone well past desire-- need, now, Sidurgu feeling like he would die if he doesn't get what his body is screaming at him for, and even rutting cock against cock isn't enough for him at this point, nevermind how good it is to have himself tucked in the crook where Logan's groin meets his leg. He needs far more than that.
He's manhandling the Hyur now, yanking the sweatpants even further down for unfettered access and runs the entire length of his prick against the crack of Logan's backside, semen and all, spreading his wetness even further.
A small part of his mind is thinking it's so small, how in the world is he ever going to fit. Another is telling him it just doesn't matter.]
[ It's one thing to have his cock slick with Sidurgu's mess, to have the sticky fluid dripping over his thigh and lower, to be covered in Au Ra filth and to know he'll reek of him later. It's another thing entirely to feel it between his cheeks, and Logan shudders as his lips part in a moan at the mere friction it brings. ]
Sid. [ It's half a whimper, half a demanding, huffing little thing, and he brings one hand down to brush over the head of Sidurgu's cock and smear his palm with his seed. It gets on his fingers, marring them, and Logan lifts his knees high enough to expose his hole.
He's panting as he brushes once over the pucker before dipping his middle finger in, the heat of anything against his insides making him leak over his trembling stomach. But much as he wants to fuck himself he stretches himself open instead-- tight and hot, and absolutely too small, but.
A little desperately, a little stupidly, Logan breathes out once more: ] I heal.
[The sound from Sidurgu's throat can only be described as the death rattle of a dread dragon. What Logan's doing, pushing into himself with a finger-- a whole hand-- slick with Sidurgu's thick, considerable leaks, desperate and needy...
He breaks.
Logan's hand will get yanked out of the way, and replaced with the not-inconsiderable cock of a large, frenzied Au Ra man. But he has to go slow, not out of consideration for Logan, but because Sidurgu is simply so large that he has to squeeze himself inch by inch into a hole not prepared for someone with his girth and length.
This is excruciating. Completely maddening. As he pushes Sidurgu is just making these sounds that are more beast than man.]
[ The noise Logan makes as Sidurgu pushes, and pushes, and finally breaches him is one that he'll never have the courage to admit to-- but it's choked, the blood in his mouth sparking up, and he shuts his eyes against the overwhelming feeling of being stretched, and ripped, and filled and painted with Sidurgu's slick. Ah! He curls his toes tight, head thrown back as his hands slide up his own thighs and hook themselves into the backs of his knees.
He feels muscle tear and repair itself, tears dotting the corners of his eyes, and he pushes his legs further and further apart, moving until the muscles between his groin and thigh start to ache acutely, pleasantly.
Sidurgu roars so beautifully. ]
Move. [ He's gasping, trembling, one hand moving from his knee to settle on Sidurgu's hip and squeeze. His body adjusts, muscles stretching around Sidurgu's girth but clamping down tight, and Logan's belly quivers with want as his cock leaks and leaks atop it. ] Come on, [ it sounds like he's teasing, but the whine in his tone exposes it for the begging it is ] open me up, c'mon.
[He is so tight. A vicegrip around his prick, holding on, squeezing the life out of him. So, so tight, Sidurgu feels like he's dying. Just getting bollocks-deep was a monumental task, how much more will this be, fucking someone who has absolutely no right to be this tight?]
Nnnh--
[Somehow, Sidurgu has enough mental capacity left to slap Logan hard on the thigh.] Loosen up, [is growled so loudly, there's no way that his words can be misinterpreted as anything else.
Though immediately as he says that, he shoves forward despite no longer have any inch of cock outside Logan, such a strong upward thrust meant to startle.]
[ The smack stings and Logan's prick twitches because of it. ] It's not my faul--! [ Cut off by the sudden jerk of Sidurgu's body and the absolutely filthy rub of his cock against his walls, Logan gasps, loud and breathless. It's almost embarrassing how close he is just being this full, embarrassing how he leaks and bites his lip against a whimper, but two hands settle on Sidurgu's shoulders as his body adjusts around him.
The healing factor doesn't keep him loose enough, but Logan starts to squirm in impatience, fingers curling into Sidurgu's skin and gripping tight as he bucks his hips and starts to ride his cock in shallow, sweeping motions. ]
Fuck-- [ He's so wet inside already, and Sidurgu is so big, and Logan's nails scrape like stinging bites over his flesh as they drag pink lines over pale skin. His muscles relax with the continuous friction, still tight but not quite unbearable, and he nicks his nails over the scales on Sidurgu's clavicle as the other hand settles properly at the side of his neck. ] Fu-uck.
You're the one who wanted this-- [is the Au Ra's answering growl as he jerks his hips again, so strong that he jars even himself and makes spots appear in his vision.
Spots that he blinks away, because he needs full awareness for this one activity. Logan is already uncooperative, squeezing him like he wants to milk Sidurgu for all he's worth-- he'll need everything he has to just keep moving.
Sidurgu grasps a hip with one hand, holding so tight he is threatening to leave such deep bruises, and the other hand pushes down at Logan, gripping his shoulder and shoving his upper half down on the ground and practically lifting his arse up into the air. And he's not gentle with his thrusts, dragging himself back out so slowly that even he feels pained at the pace, before shoving himself back in without any care for the body beneath himself.
[ If Logan expected anything, it wasn't the way his shoulder was slammed down and his ass was pulled up. If he expected anything, it wasn't the way Sidurgu's cock pushed back into him with all the strength, the power, of a god damn punishing hand.
Most of all, he didn't expect to cry out as loud as he does now for it.
The angle is impossible, straining Logan's back and hurting his shoulders as he pushes deeper into the dirt, and still he takes it, aches for it, his cock spilling thick drips of pre-come over his already-stained belly. ]
Sid, [ there's a hard smack of Sidurgu's pelvis against his ass, the force of it making Logan whine, and even as his muscle tears and repairs with every forceful thrust, eventually his body picks up on the intrusion as somewhat permanent-- makes it so his hole is looser, easier to take and claim ] Jesus, ah, Sid--!
[ Again and again and again, and Logan's eyes shut tight as he cries wordlessly into the air, his head thrown back and one hand digging hard into the dirt beneath him, staining brown under his nails. ]
Close-- [ His cock throbs dangerously, toes curled hard as the friction drives him up a wall. Logan's voice rises in pitch, in volume, and he shudders hard. ] Christ, [ whine ] please, [ whine ] please...!
[Logan sounds like he's dying. But is he going to die if he doesn't reach completion, or is he going to die when he reaches it?
Gods, Sidurgu wants to find out.]
Come on-- [He throws himself bodily into this, using all of his hard-won strength into fucking this one pliant body underneath him that even his dark magic starts leaking out of his skin, out his mouth. It fuels his movements even more, making his thrusts stronger.
Who knew you could use the flame in the abyss for this?]
[ Sidurgu sounds like he could destroy him with words alone.
Logan comes with a breathless, high-pitched cry of his name.
It spills over his belly and chest, thick and hot, his walls clamping over Sidurgu's prick as he continues to slam and use him mercilessly. Logan's head turns sharply to the side, crying out as every subsequent thrust pushes more come out the tip of his dick, more and more until a veritable puddle is evident on his skin.
His healing factor has his breath hitching as his cock twitches, recovers, and his body shudders at the feeling. Still, post-orgasm leaves him a sensitive, trembling mess, his arm lifting to cover his eyes as his muscles tremble and his hips rock, furious and erratic. ]
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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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But the pose of submission doesn't get past him, oh no, and he just cant resist, gnawing and worrying at the skin but not yet biting.]
Haah-- You're bloody hungry for it. [But Sidurgu himself is leaking-- so much, more than any Hyur can. Logan's fingers are wet by now, becoming an easier slide for the Au Ra.
Though easier is not what he wants.]
Bloody fucking-- [Sidurgu anchors himself with teeth on Logan's throat as he paws at the man's pants, threatening to rip them to shreds with clumsy but violent movements.]
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Fuck. [ It comes out as a moan, a drawn out fuuuck. ] Fuck. Yeah, I-- yeah. [ Then Logan's legs slip from where they're wrapped only so he can bring the hand in Sidurgu's hair down and tug at his trousers himself.
The hem doesn't go down all the way; it slides down his thighs along with his underwear, but the moment his prick is out (flushed and small against Sidurgu's, Jesus, Logan's mouth is watering at the same time it bleeds with the gurgling from his throat injury) he doesn't have the sense of mind to bring it any lower than that.
He can smell his own arousal, sweet and inviting in the wake of Sidurgu's aggression, but it's weak compared to the sharp spice in the other man's sex. Logan groans, lifting his hips up. ]
I want it, I want it I want it.
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Though it's already gone well past desire-- need, now, Sidurgu feeling like he would die if he doesn't get what his body is screaming at him for, and even rutting cock against cock isn't enough for him at this point, nevermind how good it is to have himself tucked in the crook where Logan's groin meets his leg. He needs far more than that.
He's manhandling the Hyur now, yanking the sweatpants even further down for unfettered access and runs the entire length of his prick against the crack of Logan's backside, semen and all, spreading his wetness even further.
A small part of his mind is thinking it's so small, how in the world is he ever going to fit. Another is telling him it just doesn't matter.]
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Sid. [ It's half a whimper, half a demanding, huffing little thing, and he brings one hand down to brush over the head of Sidurgu's cock and smear his palm with his seed. It gets on his fingers, marring them, and Logan lifts his knees high enough to expose his hole.
He's panting as he brushes once over the pucker before dipping his middle finger in, the heat of anything against his insides making him leak over his trembling stomach. But much as he wants to fuck himself he stretches himself open instead-- tight and hot, and absolutely too small, but.
A little desperately, a little stupidly, Logan breathes out once more: ] I heal.
[ He can't help how tight he is.
But he can take anything. ]
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He breaks.
Logan's hand will get yanked out of the way, and replaced with the not-inconsiderable cock of a large, frenzied Au Ra man. But he has to go slow, not out of consideration for Logan, but because Sidurgu is simply so large that he has to squeeze himself inch by inch into a hole not prepared for someone with his girth and length.
This is excruciating. Completely maddening. As he pushes Sidurgu is just making these sounds that are more beast than man.]
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He feels muscle tear and repair itself, tears dotting the corners of his eyes, and he pushes his legs further and further apart, moving until the muscles between his groin and thigh start to ache acutely, pleasantly.
Sidurgu roars so beautifully. ]
Move. [ He's gasping, trembling, one hand moving from his knee to settle on Sidurgu's hip and squeeze. His body adjusts, muscles stretching around Sidurgu's girth but clamping down tight, and Logan's belly quivers with want as his cock leaks and leaks atop it. ] Come on, [ it sounds like he's teasing, but the whine in his tone exposes it for the begging it is ] open me up, c'mon.
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Nnnh--
[Somehow, Sidurgu has enough mental capacity left to slap Logan hard on the thigh.] Loosen up, [is growled so loudly, there's no way that his words can be misinterpreted as anything else.
Though immediately as he says that, he shoves forward despite no longer have any inch of cock outside Logan, such a strong upward thrust meant to startle.]
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The healing factor doesn't keep him loose enough, but Logan starts to squirm in impatience, fingers curling into Sidurgu's skin and gripping tight as he bucks his hips and starts to ride his cock in shallow, sweeping motions. ]
Fuck-- [ He's so wet inside already, and Sidurgu is so big, and Logan's nails scrape like stinging bites over his flesh as they drag pink lines over pale skin. His muscles relax with the continuous friction, still tight but not quite unbearable, and he nicks his nails over the scales on Sidurgu's clavicle as the other hand settles properly at the side of his neck. ] Fu-uck.
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Spots that he blinks away, because he needs full awareness for this one activity. Logan is already uncooperative, squeezing him like he wants to milk Sidurgu for all he's worth-- he'll need everything he has to just keep moving.
Sidurgu grasps a hip with one hand, holding so tight he is threatening to leave such deep bruises, and the other hand pushes down at Logan, gripping his shoulder and shoving his upper half down on the ground and practically lifting his arse up into the air. And he's not gentle with his thrusts, dragging himself back out so slowly that even he feels pained at the pace, before shoving himself back in without any care for the body beneath himself.
Over and over again.]
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Most of all, he didn't expect to cry out as loud as he does now for it.
The angle is impossible, straining Logan's back and hurting his shoulders as he pushes deeper into the dirt, and still he takes it, aches for it, his cock spilling thick drips of pre-come over his already-stained belly. ]
Sid, [ there's a hard smack of Sidurgu's pelvis against his ass, the force of it making Logan whine, and even as his muscle tears and repairs with every forceful thrust, eventually his body picks up on the intrusion as somewhat permanent-- makes it so his hole is looser, easier to take and claim ] Jesus, ah, Sid--!
[ Again and again and again, and Logan's eyes shut tight as he cries wordlessly into the air, his head thrown back and one hand digging hard into the dirt beneath him, staining brown under his nails. ]
Close-- [ His cock throbs dangerously, toes curled hard as the friction drives him up a wall. Logan's voice rises in pitch, in volume, and he shudders hard. ] Christ, [ whine ] please, [ whine ] please...!
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Gods, Sidurgu wants to find out.]
Come on-- [He throws himself bodily into this, using all of his hard-won strength into fucking this one pliant body underneath him that even his dark magic starts leaking out of his skin, out his mouth. It fuels his movements even more, making his thrusts stronger.
Who knew you could use the flame in the abyss for this?]
Do it.
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Logan comes with a breathless, high-pitched cry of his name.
It spills over his belly and chest, thick and hot, his walls clamping over Sidurgu's prick as he continues to slam and use him mercilessly. Logan's head turns sharply to the side, crying out as every subsequent thrust pushes more come out the tip of his dick, more and more until a veritable puddle is evident on his skin.
His healing factor has his breath hitching as his cock twitches, recovers, and his body shudders at the feeling. Still, post-orgasm leaves him a sensitive, trembling mess, his arm lifting to cover his eyes as his muscles tremble and his hips rock, furious and erratic. ]
Fuck, fuck Sid, ah--
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