[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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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.]