[Logan could have kicked X'rhun in the face if he were a lesser man, but of course, as a Miqo'te he has far more agility and the reflexes to use that agility, and X'rhun hops back easily to avoid any and all flailing limbs until Logan has settled.
Well, settled enough. Then X'rhun comes crawling back, tucking himself against Logan's side, supporting himself with an elbow on the floor and a leg tossed over the man's waist.]
I could! [Isn't that a kicker?]
I want to. Magic used in bed is rather fun, I've found. And I do so miss such performances.
[X'rhun doesn't let Logan get away with just a peck, chasing him as he pulls back to make that a much longer, but close-mouthed kiss.
Ah, affection, enough to please this Miqo'te. Even just a small hint of physical affection is enough for him, because he so enjoys it from the right person. And Logan is indeed the right person.]
I hear no objections. [That leg over Logan's will now insert itself between them, X'rhun looking to spread them himself.]
Indulge me, Logan. 'Tis a much more interesting activity, mmh?
Nn. [ It's impossible to resist the soft intake of breath, Logan's throat going a little drier as he spreads his legs. He huffs, and though he already knows he's lost, he still tries for disbelieving as he raises both his brows this time. ] Maybe I like sorting books.
[ But the way his arm tightens its grip slightly just before a hand grips X'rhun's shirt to drag him closer by the waist probably tells a different story. ]
If you're gonna put your knee between my legs, [ leaning in, he leaves a soft kiss on X'rhun's mouth, lips brushing gently over X'rhun's as he speaks ] you ought'a crawl on top of me nice and proper.
[Doesn't mean X'rhun wont press himself against Logan even more, his groin against the Hyur's waist. He cant quite push Logan's legs open more, not with their height difference. After all, without the added inches of his heels while standing upright, the Miqo'te only barely brushes Logan's chin.
So all X'rhun can do is make a choice-- and he choose to chase those lips more, flicking his tongue out and allowing Logan to feel its roughness.]
Perhaps I would like to Tether you right here and have my way with you instead. And when the twenty seconds are up... I can leave you here and wanting.
Hnn... [ It's a pleased noise that he makes as X'rhun licks at his lips; all affection is good affection, no matter where it's placed. Dimly, he thinks about sucking on his tongue, but by then X'rhun's already started speaking.
And Logan chuckles, fingers stroking along X'rhun's belly and up towards his chest. ]
[X'rhun could purr when Logan pets him, but he has some self-control. Being Miqo'te has taught him how to not purr when he doesn't want to.]
Wouldn't you like to know? [After all, casting one Tether would trigger Dualcast, and offer X'rhun another spell to be cast instantly if he so chooses. And because the effects can simply stay for a long time, he can refresh Tether as soon as it wears off, no waiting required.
But Logan doesn't know that.
And doesn't need to know, not just yet. X'rhun will keep that card close to his chest for now.]
What's that line many mages around here use? A good magician never reveals his secrets? [He makes a considering noise in his throat as he tucks his hands underneath Logan's shirt and begins playing with his collarbone.] No, not quite my preference, but you know what I mean.
[ He laughs a bit, both out of fondness and the slight tickle of X'rhun's fingers on his skin. ] Which means I should just say "yes". Got it.
[ Not that he's so traumatised by the Tether spell's effects that he thinks it's going to be completely awful. He ends up kissing X'rhun again, sharper canines lightly scraping against his lip, and with no warning at all his fingers start to work on pushing the coat off of him and letting it slip away. ]
If you're Tethering me again, you're at least gonna get your fucking shirt off first.
[X'rhun's answering laugh is slightly louder, brighter. He has less restraint than Logan with his emotions.]
Yes, yes.
[He leans away from Logan just so he doesn't do something foolish such as ripping the clasps off of his beloved duelist's coat. X'rhun's far more experienced in disrobing himself after all, and he shrugs it off his shoulders in record time, tossing it onto the chair he'd been sitting on earlier.
He even removes his long, long boots. Isn't he just the most considerate?
His body from the stomach up is now bared, muscles defined underneath his pink skin, and scars decorating the surface of it. A stark contrast to Logan's ridiculously defined but unmarred body. X'rhun likes scars on his partners, they always have a story to tell, but Logan's hairiness keeps his fingers satisfied whenever he gets his claws on them.]
Satisfied now? [That question is accompanied by X'rhun placing his hands on Logan's chest to steady himself as he stretches, arching his back and bending backwards, showcasing just how flexible a Miqo'te can be.]
Almost. [ Though Logan does like the view-- and he slips soft fingers up X'rhun's forearms, up to his biceps and shoulders and the curves of his neck, before finding both sides of his jaw and drawing him down for a kiss. Logan doesn't kiss him too hard, but it's definitely firm, and the curl and lick of his tongue into his mouth is more exploratory than aggressive-- affectionate instead of desperate.
When he pulls away, it's with a pleased sound, quiet as it is. Then it's his turn to give X'rhun a small bunt to the forehead-- a sweet little nuzzle-- and then he releases him, letting his touch slip away and his head thump back down lazily onto the floor. ]
...okay. You can magic me.
[ It's a shame he sounds too fond to really be annoyed. ]
[He will never get over how soft Logan's skin is. His entire being is something wondrous, and X'rhun doubts he will ever tire of it. Just kissing him is enough to give the Miqo'te a thrill, and already he purrs, much louder than anything Logan is ever capable of because of his unique physiology.
He deepens the kiss without prompting, running his rough tongue against Logan's and his calloused, scarred hands down a broad, hard chest. This is something he could just do forever.
Which is why he's so disappointed when Logan pulls away, the purring stopping.]
Yes, dear. [X'rhun nuzzles Logan's jawline before taking up his weapon again. Goes through the motions of casting Tether again, and sets the rapier aside on the floor to throw himself on Logan's body like a man starving.
He squeezes himself in the small space between Logan's legs, pressing their groins together and licking his lips. Leans over and bites at his neck. Rakes his claws lightly against skin, dipping into the valleys of muscle. He is going at this hard rather than his usual sweet and easy pace.
Twenty seconds to make something happen-- and he did promise to mess with Logan and leave him high and dry after. And he's thinking perhaps later, if Logan demands more, he'll take him slowly and make him beg.
[ Friction, is the first thing Logan thinks. Good and hot and he can't fucking move, but his cock is going stiff in his trousers and his mouth is opening in breathless little shocks of pleasure.
He wishes he could turn over-- wishes X'rhun could sink his teeth into the back of his neck-- but he takes the claws, takes the proximity, takes everything with the very precise knowledge that X'rhun can feel how unbelievably hard he's getting. ]
Oh-- [ It's a good thing he doesn't need to move his mouth so much to moan, but it happens once X'rhun's claws press a little too deep-- not enough to cut, not yet, but just enough to render Logan's skin pink before the mark disappears. He wants to buck his hips up, wants to wrap his legs around him, and he keens like a pup denied its favourite treat.
[Twenty seconds. He's counting in his head all this time, and planning his movements accordingly. X'rhun knows exactly what he's doing, when he's doing it, how he's doing it. Every movement, down to even the smallest detail. He may be a silly old Miqo'te with too much idealism and not a lot of sense, but people tend to forget he is the master of a discipline based around so much planning.
When he latches onto Logan's clavicle and sucks at the hollow there like a leech, that's all according to plan. When he bucks his hips in quick and shallow movements, that's all according to plan.
And when he's down to the last ten seconds?
10...
X'rhun pulls the band of Logan's trousers down, exposing that long, large prick he likes to play with often and moves down to eye it properly.
7... 6...
X'rhun licks a long stripe along Logan's cock, tongue completely flat, allowing him to feel all those little rough bumps against himself.
4... 3... 2...
X'rhun bounces up, leaping over Logan's prone body and bolting down the hallway with a loud laugh.]
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Well, settled enough. Then X'rhun comes crawling back, tucking himself against Logan's side, supporting himself with an elbow on the floor and a leg tossed over the man's waist.]
I could! [Isn't that a kicker?]
I want to. Magic used in bed is rather fun, I've found. And I do so miss such performances.
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Is that really the agenda you had today? [ Logan wouldn't be surprised if it was.
X'rhun's cute when he smiles, though, so he'll lean in to give him a peck on that grinning mouth. ]
Sex an' magic?
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Ah, affection, enough to please this Miqo'te. Even just a small hint of physical affection is enough for him, because he so enjoys it from the right person. And Logan is indeed the right person.]
I hear no objections. [That leg over Logan's will now insert itself between them, X'rhun looking to spread them himself.]
Indulge me, Logan. 'Tis a much more interesting activity, mmh?
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[ But the way his arm tightens its grip slightly just before a hand grips X'rhun's shirt to drag him closer by the waist probably tells a different story. ]
If you're gonna put your knee between my legs, [ leaning in, he leaves a soft kiss on X'rhun's mouth, lips brushing gently over X'rhun's as he speaks ] you ought'a crawl on top of me nice and proper.
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[Doesn't mean X'rhun wont press himself against Logan even more, his groin against the Hyur's waist. He cant quite push Logan's legs open more, not with their height difference. After all, without the added inches of his heels while standing upright, the Miqo'te only barely brushes Logan's chin.
So all X'rhun can do is make a choice-- and he choose to chase those lips more, flicking his tongue out and allowing Logan to feel its roughness.]
Perhaps I would like to Tether you right here and have my way with you instead. And when the twenty seconds are up... I can leave you here and wanting.
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And Logan chuckles, fingers stroking along X'rhun's belly and up towards his chest. ]
What're you gonna do in twenty seconds, huh?
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Wouldn't you like to know? [After all, casting one Tether would trigger Dualcast, and offer X'rhun another spell to be cast instantly if he so chooses. And because the effects can simply stay for a long time, he can refresh Tether as soon as it wears off, no waiting required.
But Logan doesn't know that.
And doesn't need to know, not just yet. X'rhun will keep that card close to his chest for now.]
What's that line many mages around here use? A good magician never reveals his secrets? [He makes a considering noise in his throat as he tucks his hands underneath Logan's shirt and begins playing with his collarbone.] No, not quite my preference, but you know what I mean.
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[ Not that he's so traumatised by the Tether spell's effects that he thinks it's going to be completely awful. He ends up kissing X'rhun again, sharper canines lightly scraping against his lip, and with no warning at all his fingers start to work on pushing the coat off of him and letting it slip away. ]
If you're Tethering me again, you're at least gonna get your fucking shirt off first.
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Yes, yes.
[He leans away from Logan just so he doesn't do something foolish such as ripping the clasps off of his beloved duelist's coat. X'rhun's far more experienced in disrobing himself after all, and he shrugs it off his shoulders in record time, tossing it onto the chair he'd been sitting on earlier.
He even removes his long, long boots. Isn't he just the most considerate?
His body from the stomach up is now bared, muscles defined underneath his pink skin, and scars decorating the surface of it. A stark contrast to Logan's ridiculously defined but unmarred body. X'rhun likes scars on his partners, they always have a story to tell, but Logan's hairiness keeps his fingers satisfied whenever he gets his claws on them.]
Satisfied now? [That question is accompanied by X'rhun placing his hands on Logan's chest to steady himself as he stretches, arching his back and bending backwards, showcasing just how flexible a Miqo'te can be.]
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When he pulls away, it's with a pleased sound, quiet as it is. Then it's his turn to give X'rhun a small bunt to the forehead-- a sweet little nuzzle-- and then he releases him, letting his touch slip away and his head thump back down lazily onto the floor. ]
...okay. You can magic me.
[ It's a shame he sounds too fond to really be annoyed. ]
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He deepens the kiss without prompting, running his rough tongue against Logan's and his calloused, scarred hands down a broad, hard chest. This is something he could just do forever.
Which is why he's so disappointed when Logan pulls away, the purring stopping.]
Yes, dear. [X'rhun nuzzles Logan's jawline before taking up his weapon again. Goes through the motions of casting Tether again, and sets the rapier aside on the floor to throw himself on Logan's body like a man starving.
He squeezes himself in the small space between Logan's legs, pressing their groins together and licking his lips. Leans over and bites at his neck. Rakes his claws lightly against skin, dipping into the valleys of muscle. He is going at this hard rather than his usual sweet and easy pace.
Twenty seconds to make something happen-- and he did promise to mess with Logan and leave him high and dry after. And he's thinking perhaps later, if Logan demands more, he'll take him slowly and make him beg.
Maybe.]
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He wishes he could turn over-- wishes X'rhun could sink his teeth into the back of his neck-- but he takes the claws, takes the proximity, takes everything with the very precise knowledge that X'rhun can feel how unbelievably hard he's getting. ]
Oh-- [ It's a good thing he doesn't need to move his mouth so much to moan, but it happens once X'rhun's claws press a little too deep-- not enough to cut, not yet, but just enough to render Logan's skin pink before the mark disappears. He wants to buck his hips up, wants to wrap his legs around him, and he keens like a pup denied its favourite treat.
God, why did he say yes? ]
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When he latches onto Logan's clavicle and sucks at the hollow there like a leech, that's all according to plan. When he bucks his hips in quick and shallow movements, that's all according to plan.
And when he's down to the last ten seconds?
10...
X'rhun pulls the band of Logan's trousers down, exposing that long, large prick he likes to play with often and moves down to eye it properly.
7... 6...
X'rhun licks a long stripe along Logan's cock, tongue completely flat, allowing him to feel all those little rough bumps against himself.
4... 3... 2...
X'rhun bounces up, leaping over Logan's prone body and bolting down the hallway with a loud laugh.]