[ 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. ]
[As a young man, Sidurgu doesn't take long himself. He comes with a roar in contrast to Logan's high whining, slamming once so deep he thinks he can hear metal creak, filling the Hyur with hot seed, though not for long.
It just leaks right out of Logan with nowhere else inside him to go-- all the space has been taken up by Au Ra cock, still massive even when softening. Sidurgu can smell all of it, and he scowls even in his slumped position over Logan.
Wont take him too long to recover, but he doesn't have a ridiculous healing factor to fallback on, just his youth.]
[ His mind's more or less been reduced to white noise, belly like hot lead at the feel of all Sidurgu's mess inside of him. It doesn't stay, naturally, sliding and dripping out whenever the Au Ra moves, but the acute feeling of all that wetness spilling down his ass and lower back where he's still lifted just makes him groan and make some greedy circle of his hips, squeezing around the flesh buried in him (with no success, naturally).
Being fucked and marked and feeling the sweet satiation of it has Logan reaching out with one hand, fingertips grazing the scales on Sidurgu's face. ] C'mere. [ Because he wants to kiss him, to feel him close-- wants to taste as acutely as he can smell. ]
[Soft, squishy feelings are disgusting. Feeling like he's turning into pudding is possibly the worst thing about sex (except not, but he's never taken too well to having less than full functionality of his body). It's why he's so hesitant about giving into Logan's unspoken demand for more closeness, baring his teeth when Logan's fingers come to the scales along the bridge of his nose.]
What. [His voice is likely sharper than it should be.
But he's heating up again, the sparks of dark magic settling against Sidurgu's skin and smelling more and more like the coppery tang of blood. He hasn't lost control over his magic since he was a child. His hunger still has not been sated and he rolls his hips once to test just how hard he is, how loose Logan is.]
[ He would've answered if he could, but the press of flesh in him has his body seizing up a little instead, his toes curling pleasantly in response. The hand on Sidurgu's face falls away, brushing instead over his chest and settling there.
The smell of blood doesn't bother him, not really. If anything, it makes the whole situation that much more.
Logan swallows in a dry click of his throat. He hooks one leg up around Sidurgu's waist to draw him closer, and without a word circles his hips slowly.
Needless to say, his prick taps against his belly once more with renewed want.
What-- you want more. [Sidurgu's hands tighten around Logan's hips, bruising them and refusing to let go. Let Logan feel how tight they are, how strong the Au Ra is.
How easily he can break the Hyur now that he knows he absolutely can.
His body flush against Logan's now, the heat from both their bodies is nearly unbearable, especially when Sidurgu's dark magic is running amok and making his body even warmer. Dark magic is a bloody sort of magic, and Sidurgu feels like he has the temperature of two people rather than one.
Or running a fever. Either or.
One of his hands now comes up to grab Logan by the throat, firm enough to leave indents on his skin.]
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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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It just leaks right out of Logan with nowhere else inside him to go-- all the space has been taken up by Au Ra cock, still massive even when softening. Sidurgu can smell all of it, and he scowls even in his slumped position over Logan.
Wont take him too long to recover, but he doesn't have a ridiculous healing factor to fallback on, just his youth.]
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Being fucked and marked and feeling the sweet satiation of it has Logan reaching out with one hand, fingertips grazing the scales on Sidurgu's face. ] C'mere. [ Because he wants to kiss him, to feel him close-- wants to taste as acutely as he can smell. ]
Sid. [ It's a breathy, soft sigh. ]
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[Soft, squishy feelings are disgusting. Feeling like he's turning into pudding is possibly the worst thing about sex (except not, but he's never taken too well to having less than full functionality of his body). It's why he's so hesitant about giving into Logan's unspoken demand for more closeness, baring his teeth when Logan's fingers come to the scales along the bridge of his nose.]
What. [His voice is likely sharper than it should be.
But he's heating up again, the sparks of dark magic settling against Sidurgu's skin and smelling more and more like the coppery tang of blood. He hasn't lost control over his magic since he was a child. His hunger still has not been sated and he rolls his hips once to test just how hard he is, how loose Logan is.]
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The smell of blood doesn't bother him, not really. If anything, it makes the whole situation that much more.
Logan swallows in a dry click of his throat. He hooks one leg up around Sidurgu's waist to draw him closer, and without a word circles his hips slowly.
Needless to say, his prick taps against his belly once more with renewed want.
He's a cheater. ]
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How easily he can break the Hyur now that he knows he absolutely can.
His body flush against Logan's now, the heat from both their bodies is nearly unbearable, especially when Sidurgu's dark magic is running amok and making his body even warmer. Dark magic is a bloody sort of magic, and Sidurgu feels like he has the temperature of two people rather than one.
Or running a fever. Either or.
One of his hands now comes up to grab Logan by the throat, firm enough to leave indents on his skin.]
Come on, use your bloody words.