[While Logan is preoccupied, Rhus takes the opportunity to snatch up his abandoned pillow, and all the other pillows within his reach, and the comforter, and make himself a cozy mound to rest against. And his ever-present kiseru is back in his hand, ready for its owner to take a new drag.
He looks like a rich prince, in a way, relaxed on pillows and sheets, a necklace and bracelets of beads hanging off of him because he just couldn't be bothered to remove them, a smoking pipe in hand. Especially when he helpfully spreads his legs for Logan to settle between, as if waiting for one of his harem to attend to him.
(Though Sunseekers have had harems, Rhus has been more of his mother's son at heart, a Moonkeeper with the appearance of a Seeker.)
But it's merely a facade, when the sheets aren't silks, and he's a scarred, roughened adventurer whose fortune came primarily from killing beasts and running errands for strangers.]
[ "Good boy", he says, as if Logan's a teenager. As if he's anything but a man near his second century of life.
But it gets to him in a bolt of want, and he kisses Rhus' belly just as he tugs his trousers down enough to expose the weight of his cock. Even soft it's arousing, enough to get Logan's mouth to water, and he puts that sense of want to use as he touches his lips to the tip, parting them to slide over his slit before his tongue takes initiative and licks, soft and sweet like a kitten.
Then it curls beneath the head, and Logan sucks it into his mouth.
Soft fingers slide along the backs of Rhus' thighs, coming around to his knees and moving up the fronts. Logan hums, lashes fluttering as he shuts his eyes, and bobs his head slowly, his tongue flicking and tasting as he dips that much lower. ] Nnh...
Mmh... [He may tease Logan often, but Rhus cant deny he knows how to use his mouth. If it's possible to relax almost instantly, for something to take effect much faster than all of Rhus' self-medicating, it might as well be Logan's mouth.
And he has no shortage of enthusiasm.
So, Rhus may start out soft, but that changes quickly enough. Blood rushes to his cock, filling it up right in Logan's mouth, larger and fatter by the second until it's at its full size, slightly unusual shape and all. The Miqo'te's free hand swiftly finds Logan's hair, threading through it and massaging his scalp as Rhus himself muffles a moan by sticking the mouthpiece of his small Far Eastern pipe into his mouth and takes a long, long drag off of it. More than he usually does, and it burns going down his throat and lungs.
But he wants to maintain a semblance of control despite the effects of the weed, and the tickle in his throat helps.]
[ It's obscene having Rhus' cock go thick in his mouth, on his tongue, against his cheek. It's obscene and Logan lives for it, groaning low in his throat as the girth of him adds a perfect kind of stretch to his lips. Aches don't last long with the healing factor, the strain in his muscles healed away to perfect adaptation, and he strokes what parts of Rhus aren't in his mouth as his cheeks hollow and his head drops lower.
Like this, Logan's mouth really is full, and saliva builds in the corner of it and coats Rhus' shaft with a generous little shine. He pulls off to lick the flat of his tongue fully over the head of Rhus' cock, glances briefly through his lashes to watch him smoke, and then wraps his lips around him once more to slide in lower, to take him deeper.
Just this-- the fingers in his hair, the scent of Rhus' sex, the deliriously perfect heft of his dick-- is enough to make Logan's own belly hot with want, quivering as his breaths shudder, as he goes hard in his own trousers and underwear. He withdraws to take one last breath, a clear line of spit connected from his lips to the end of Rhus' length, and this time when he dips down he moves until he feels Rhus nudge against the back of his throat.
[Rhus jerks. Shudders. He's not expecting that, not at all, and he almost drops his pipe onto the bed-- somehow he still manages to hold onto it despite everything.
Logan's enthusiasm has to be commended, but Rhus has an entirely different idea in mind, and it doesn't involve this so soon, so quickly. He doesn't want to waste his seed so soon and just leave Logan with a mouthful of it when there's more they can do. No, Rhus definitely has to take control here, even if his body just wants to keep going with this.
He pulls at Logan's hair, trying to get his attention.]
Ease up-- [The Miqo'te swallows, clears his throat, and with a tone that brooks no arguments:]
[ Recognising the authority in Rhus' demand, hazel eyes flick up to look at him, and he pulls his mouth higher up his cock before he lets him go with a wet noise. His fist makes up for the loss, though, slick as it moves up and down. ]
You were gonna come? [ There's a kind of pleased tone to his words as he asks it, head dipping once more to lick the flat of his tongue over Rhus' tip. Logan brings it back down with the end of his tongue tracing over Rhus' slit, tasting him where he's most sensitive, and then he moves to press the sweetest kiss he can manage. ] Where'd you wanna do it?
[ And then he licks at the underside of Rhus' head, gently leading him back into his mouth for lazy, shallow sucks. He's more affectionate than determined now, moving in lethargic motions of his head to trace sensitive skin, to give Rhus something wet and warm to rub himself against, and when the timing feels right he'll suck, lips tight around his girth before Logan relaxes again. ]
Mmph... [Rhus presses himself more against the pillows, spreading his legs more and giving Logan more real estate to play with-- but his legs are bent at the knee and his feet are flat on the bed. If Logan does something the Miqo'te does not appreciate, he'll get a pair of large and muscular thighs squeezing his head in no time.] On my own terms.
[A puff of his pipe before:] In you.
[Then he closes his eyes and lets himself bask in the soft attention, sighing softly in pleasure.]
What's the rush?
[What's the rush, he says, as if he didn't just say something that could have lit a fire under Logan's ass.]
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He looks like a rich prince, in a way, relaxed on pillows and sheets, a necklace and bracelets of beads hanging off of him because he just couldn't be bothered to remove them, a smoking pipe in hand. Especially when he helpfully spreads his legs for Logan to settle between, as if waiting for one of his harem to attend to him.
(Though Sunseekers have had harems, Rhus has been more of his mother's son at heart, a Moonkeeper with the appearance of a Seeker.)
But it's merely a facade, when the sheets aren't silks, and he's a scarred, roughened adventurer whose fortune came primarily from killing beasts and running errands for strangers.]
Be a good boy, and you'll find out.
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But it gets to him in a bolt of want, and he kisses Rhus' belly just as he tugs his trousers down enough to expose the weight of his cock. Even soft it's arousing, enough to get Logan's mouth to water, and he puts that sense of want to use as he touches his lips to the tip, parting them to slide over his slit before his tongue takes initiative and licks, soft and sweet like a kitten.
Then it curls beneath the head, and Logan sucks it into his mouth.
Soft fingers slide along the backs of Rhus' thighs, coming around to his knees and moving up the fronts. Logan hums, lashes fluttering as he shuts his eyes, and bobs his head slowly, his tongue flicking and tasting as he dips that much lower. ] Nnh...
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And he has no shortage of enthusiasm.
So, Rhus may start out soft, but that changes quickly enough. Blood rushes to his cock, filling it up right in Logan's mouth, larger and fatter by the second until it's at its full size, slightly unusual shape and all. The Miqo'te's free hand swiftly finds Logan's hair, threading through it and massaging his scalp as Rhus himself muffles a moan by sticking the mouthpiece of his small Far Eastern pipe into his mouth and takes a long, long drag off of it. More than he usually does, and it burns going down his throat and lungs.
But he wants to maintain a semblance of control despite the effects of the weed, and the tickle in his throat helps.]
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Like this, Logan's mouth really is full, and saliva builds in the corner of it and coats Rhus' shaft with a generous little shine. He pulls off to lick the flat of his tongue fully over the head of Rhus' cock, glances briefly through his lashes to watch him smoke, and then wraps his lips around him once more to slide in lower, to take him deeper.
Just this-- the fingers in his hair, the scent of Rhus' sex, the deliriously perfect heft of his dick-- is enough to make Logan's own belly hot with want, quivering as his breaths shudder, as he goes hard in his own trousers and underwear. He withdraws to take one last breath, a clear line of spit connected from his lips to the end of Rhus' length, and this time when he dips down he moves until he feels Rhus nudge against the back of his throat.
And swallows. ]
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Logan's enthusiasm has to be commended, but Rhus has an entirely different idea in mind, and it doesn't involve this so soon, so quickly. He doesn't want to waste his seed so soon and just leave Logan with a mouthful of it when there's more they can do. No, Rhus definitely has to take control here, even if his body just wants to keep going with this.
He pulls at Logan's hair, trying to get his attention.]
Ease up-- [The Miqo'te swallows, clears his throat, and with a tone that brooks no arguments:]
Go slow.
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You were gonna come? [ There's a kind of pleased tone to his words as he asks it, head dipping once more to lick the flat of his tongue over Rhus' tip. Logan brings it back down with the end of his tongue tracing over Rhus' slit, tasting him where he's most sensitive, and then he moves to press the sweetest kiss he can manage. ] Where'd you wanna do it?
[ And then he licks at the underside of Rhus' head, gently leading him back into his mouth for lazy, shallow sucks. He's more affectionate than determined now, moving in lethargic motions of his head to trace sensitive skin, to give Rhus something wet and warm to rub himself against, and when the timing feels right he'll suck, lips tight around his girth before Logan relaxes again. ]
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[A puff of his pipe before:] In you.
[Then he closes his eyes and lets himself bask in the soft attention, sighing softly in pleasure.]
What's the rush?
[What's the rush, he says, as if he didn't just say something that could have lit a fire under Logan's ass.]