[ 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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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.