[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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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.]