RP: Logan Hawke (NSFW down below)

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"Not real. Having a nervous breakdown. And that's fine. It'll be completely fine." Anders felt like he weighed an extra thirty pounds, which wasn't far wrong with how much pond water his clothes had absorbed. He shivered as he approached the looming archway slowly, eyes wide.

The stone felt so real, the grit of mortar flaking under his fingernail, and he trailed his hand along it as he climbed a set of stairs up onto what were... walls. Battlements? The crenelations were the... castle-shaped things at the top?

He'd been playing fantasy games for years and he had no bloody idea.

It was colder as the wind whistled over him, and he huddled, arms going around himself. "Maker save me, I'm going to freeze to death in a hallucination." He kept walking, trying to chafe warmth back into his skin.

The tingling was uncomfortable, like pins and needles, but hot, and trying to get out, which wasn't exactly how he'd ever heard hypothermia described before, so that was a relief. He had to stop and lean against the wall as a violent shudder overtook him.

All of a sudden he was hot, far too hot and he held his hands away from his face, watching his clothes send curls of steam into the air. "Well, fantastic. My fucking fingers are on fire." He just stared in fascination at the licks of yellow-orange flames that limned his hands.

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Logan laughed a little. "You are asking me if I want your mouth, and your sinfully talented tongue, on me? My god, love, you're too much." He reached down and curled his fingers in Anders' hair, tugging him up to kiss him, arching slightly off the bed. It was tender, wondering, worshipful, and when Logan pulled back he said, "Yes, god, I want you to, if you want to."

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Overthinking. It was a thing Anders was guilty of. He flushed at Logan's laugh, the teasing question, being called too much. He was on the verge of faltering when Logan pulled him up to kiss him, and he felt a flash of relief at the care that Logan put into it.

"Well I want to. You want me to. I guess that means I should stop talking?" He smirked and kissed Logan's chest, down his belly until his breath was hot against Logan's cock. He kissed the tip, wet and open-mouthed, tongue flicking against the front of the head, along the slit. He glanced up at Logan, checking to see if he was watching, and then with a hand wrapped around the base to hold him steady, took his cock into his mouth, all the way to the back of his throat in one slick push.

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Logan grasped a fistful of the blankets underneath him when Anders' warm breath just wafted over his cock. Watching? He was definitely watching, blue eyes rapt on Anders' face, pupils blown wide, though perhaps not wide enough to be noticeable from that distance.

"Holy fuck, Anders," he gasped when Anders took him in so easily. Logan privately thought his own blow job was pretty good; there hadn't been a lot of time for much beyond blow jobs and hand jobs, before with Rowan, except on the rare occasion, but he wasn't nearly that good. It was all so much, the warm wet heat of Anders' mouth, the firm grip of his hand on the base of Logan's cock. That, what they had done already, Anders' cock with his in their joined hands, that had been good, but this was fantastic.

His breathing became a little irregular, the veins in his neck sticking out more than usual. "Fuck. Fuck." He panted under his breath.

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Anders other hand trailed behind Logan's balls a gentle brush of pressure to the perineum as he swallowed around the cock nudging into his throat. He pulled back, tongue sliding and curling, ending with suction that hollowed his cheeks. He continued to watch Logan's face, listen to his breathing, his panting. He didn't expect him to last long through finesse and teasing.

He breathed through his nose as he sank back down, and this time as he took nearly the entire length down he let that tender coil of magic, the energy he'd used before bloom beneath the skin of his fingers that were massaging gently between Logan's ass and sack, letting little tendrils of it lick out, like lapping waves. He could imagine doing this with his fingers inside Logan, the sounds he'd make then, and he wanted to try that sometime soon, when they had supplies and facilities.

He hummed deep in his throat and then pulled up, sucking hard with a swirl of his tongue, around the head, then off to whisper, "Logan, love, I need your hand in my hair."

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Logan was reduced to little more than harsh panting breaths, soft whines, mutters of "oh god oh god." At the press of Anders' magic he arched off the bed, his head thrown back against the pillows. "Anders..." He moaned, the name a rasping cry. He was so close already, shook a little at the hum in Anders' throat, choked back a mewl of protest when Anders pulled off.

At the request, he bobbed his head up and down in a hurried nod and reached to tangle his fingers in Anders' hair. "Sorry," he mumbled automatically, though he wasn't even sure why he was apologizing.

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Anders gave him a gentle kiss on the stomach, a soft soothing hum with it. "Don't be afraid to pull it, hmm?" He smirked as he looked back up at Logan, and then licked his lips, which were wet with his spit. "I don't mind. Is it alright if I try to use a little more magic on you, love?"

He lapped idly at the ridge of Logan's vein while he kept eye contact, waiting for an answer. He tongued the slit circled the head and started kissing his way back down to his fist, the solid ring of pressure he was keeping at Logan's base.

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Logan huffed a laugh, nodding again in response.

"You, ah, yes, you can, love, but," his fingers tightened in Anders' hair at the way Anders was kissing his way down his cock. He was on edge, every sense trained on the places Anders was touching him, with his hand, with his mouth. He flexed his hand, dragging the pads of his fingers against Anders' scalp, and continued weakly, "I'm not going to last much longer with you," he inhaled, "doing that."

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Anders grinned, wicked and wolfish, eyes golden as he swallowed Logan's cock down again. He was glad Logan was so close. It had been a long time since he'd given anyone head and Logan was big enough to strain his out of practice muscles. But he was bloody delicious and Anders made an obscene noise as he slid back down to the circle of his fingers.

This time when he rose up he let the wave of warm tingling energy, so different than what Logan did with his electricity, bloom in both hands. One at the base of Logan's cock and the other pressed against his perineum with the heel of his hand while his finger pads ghosted against his ass. He bobbed like that, all suction and wet heat, magic twisting between his hands, a caress that went through Logan, until he was about to crash over the edge.

That was when he sucked down, letting Logan to the back of his throat again with a humming groan and convulsive swallow.

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Logan caught his breath as Anders swallowed him down again. He was tempted for a moment to slide his eyes shut, lose himself in darkness and focus only on the sensations Anders was giving him, but he wanted to see. He wanted to see the faces Anders was making to go along with those obscene noises, like he'd never tasted anything more delicious in his life; it was quite possibly the hottest thing Logan had ever seen.

He did tug at Anders' hair, just a touch harder than he meant to, when Anders' magic hummed into him, sinking in beneath his skin, a warm shivering wash of sensation through every sensitive spot at the base of his spine. He twitched forward and half-sobbed and then Anders sucked and he cried out, an aborted sound that he bit down on until it was nothing more than soft whimpers and a hushed repetition of "Anders, oh fuck, Anders. Anders. Anders." Definitely not loud enough to be heard outside the room. He reached behind him and grabbed at the pillow under his head as he came, the whole line of his powerful body taut and trembling, and there was nothing, nothing but the sharp overwhelming haze of pleasure and his own voice chanting Anders' name.

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Anders eased Logan through the aftershocks with soft kisses and gentle nuzzling, hands running up and down his thighs with slow strokes, up his stomach until he was resting gently between his legs, face pressed against his chest, panting himself. It was overwhelming, Logan's response, his intensity, but in the most amazing way that Anders could imagine.

He rested there for a moment, whole body shivering slightly, and then tipped his face to look up, trying to formulate a smile that didn't waver with emotion. He couldn't remember ever being this happy in his entire life, and it seemed like a waste to cry about it. "I didn't kill you did I?" he asked softly and then kissed the middle of Logan's chest with a soft smile.

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Logan slumped, boneless, and it was with effort that he released his grip on the pillow behind him and let his other hand drop to Anders' neck.

"Ruined," he managed, closing his eyes for a moment to breath, his thumb stroking over Anders' chin. He licked his lips and swallowed, trying to force his body to remember what words were.

He opened his eyes and stared at Anders with wonder. "I think you might have ruined me to ever wanting anyone else ever again," he said, voice hoarse.

Then he noticed the expression Anders was wearing, eyes bright, smile shivery, and his brow furrowed. "Anders?" He cupped his cheek in his hand instead.

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"Mm. That's the idea, Logan." He kissed the freckle he noticed near his nose, ignoring the question in Logan's voice as he tried to get a hold of himself. "Not that I'm opposed to open relationships. I mean, it's a better arrangement than most of the alternatives, and trust is more important to me than anything, so I can work with whatever..."

He frowned, having completely lost the thread of what he'd meant to say as he rambled, trying to get his shit together so he didn't freak Logan out by crying after giving him the most delicious head he'd ever been privileged to perform. He kissed Logan's chest a few more times mapping individual freckles, trying to find some fucking chill somewhere inside himself.

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For a brief moment Logan panicked after realizing what he'd just said - Anders had ruined him? Really? Why didn't he just ask him to marry him; that would be about as intense as practically declaring he didn't think he'd want anyone else for the rest of his life. Jesus. But then Anders hummed like he wasn't bothered at all, said that was the idea, even, and Logan took a deep breath and relaxed again. "I don't want an open relationship, love," he said, with some confusion, the idea making him feel a little ill actually. "I just want you."

He shifted on the bed, trying to get his shoulders braced up slightly on the pillows behind him, putting his weight on one elbow so he could get a better look at Anders' face. "Anders." He frowned. "Anders, look at me, love." He took ahold of his chin and tipped his head back so their eyes met.

Logan couldn't read the expression on Anders' face, exactly, but he did seem distressed, somehow. Logan bent and captured Anders' lips in a gentle, searching kiss, pulled back to murmur, "What is it?"

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The confusion in Logan's voice made Anders flinch. No, Anders didn't want an open relationship either, why the hell had he started nattering about that? He looked at Logan when he caught his face, trying not to look worried, or wary, or tearful or... stupid. Probably failing that last one. He'd never been quite so aware of what his face was doing and had so little control over it.

He made a soft noise at the kiss, kissed Logan back hard, shifting up the bed with him when he relaxed so that he could rest his head on his shoulder. "Nothing. Everything is bloody wonderful. Except for the fact I'm an idiot who ruins things for trying not to ruin them." He gave a shaky laugh, looking into Logan's eyes. "Ignore me. I'm... god, I feel like my heart is going to explode."

He grinned, foolishly, probably, even as a tear slid down his cheek. Despite the tears he looked happy.

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Logan dropped back and wrapped an arm around Anders' shoulders, making a deliberate effort to settle Anders across his chest so that they were touching as much as possible. He played with the hair at the nape of Anders' neck. "Oh," he said softly when Anders spoke, a warm smile blooming on his lips.

He shifted so he could press the big, worn palm of his other hand over Anders' heart. "Don't do that," he whispered. "I like your heart where it is."

He thought to kiss the tear from Anders' cheek, and did so, but then with the velvet softness of Anders' skin under his mouth, salt of the tears mixing in with the taste of him, and Anders ensconced thoroughly in his arms, crying about how happy he was, Logan felt his own heart swell near to bursting. "God." He peppered kisses all across Anders' cheeks and face. "I love you."

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It was like Logan knew all the ways that Anders needed to be touched, hand on his nap, big paw over his heart, wrapped up and pulled close, and then he was kissing him just because he was so sweet. Anders gave a wet soft laugh, almost a giggle despite the tears, just delighted that he could feel this without worrying that he was being too weird. "I think I might love you more," he teased gently, fondly, eyes gleaming.

He preened under the attention, really, turning his face into each kiss, arching his neck, pressing as tightly as he could to Logan's body, one hand resting over Logan's heart and the other skimming over the top of Logan's head, elbow buried in the pillows above his shoulder.

"What a pair of saps we are." He sounded utterly delighted by this. "It's gross, really." He turned his face to catch Logan's kiss on his mouth. "I could just die."

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Logan laughed lightly at his own words repeated back at him, kissing Anders on the tip of his nose.

"Gross," he agreed, his voice warm, mellifluous with pleasure, and returned the kiss. His fingers brushed in a circle through Anders' hair and midway down his neck and then back again. It was a steady sweep of his lips, like he could capture Anders and keep him in place just by the pressure of his mouth on his, like he had no intention of ever letting go or pulling back. He hummed, parted his lips to touch his tongue to the center of Anders' mouth where his lips bowed.

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Anders was totally fine with that. Just kissing, tender, teasing, soulful, whatever Logan wanted. He was here for all of it. It was easy, without heat or need, a boneless, melting-sweet pleasure that wasn't about sex. Just this precious thing that they'd found.

He parted his lips to the brush of Logan's tongue, meeting it gently with his own, and then sighed contentedly. He drew back just a touch, lips still brushing Logan's and murmured, "I meant what I said. Absolute nightmare. Kissing for hours." He grinned, kissing him again, lips still parted.

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Logan's hands smoothed over Anders' skin where they rested, not moving much, just gentle petting over his chest and his neck. He tried to map the smell of him, that round powdery smell of his skin under his sweat, and under that a crisp sterile scent still lingering, like the one hospitals always smelled of. He huffed.

"I think," he said between brief kisses, "I might...be crushed...by how awful that sounds." He smirked, leaning in to slip his tongue in Anders' mouth then, coaxing Anders' tongue out slightly before he did that thing Anders was always doing where he sucked on Anders' tongue, gently.

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Anders made a tiny noise in his throat. He was still too boneless to do anything about it, but the sensation of Logan sucking on his tongue made his soft length twitch against his leg. When he broke the kiss again he was breathless. "You really are trying to kill me."

He grinned as he shifted to kiss the corner of Logan's jaw, the line of his neck, nibbling gently at the ridge of his collarbone. "I'm going to kiss every one of these freckles. Eventually. It might take me a few years." He glanced up and pressed a kiss to Logan's nose. "Especially if I keep losing my place." He kissed him under his right eye. "And have to start over." The upper edge of his left brow.

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Logan looked a little smug, his lips quirking, and then Anders started kissing his freckles. He arched his neck back to accommodate him, his hand drifting into Anders' hair again, and shivered with the simple pleasure of Anders' lips ghosting across his skin. He sighed, content.

"You've got time, love."

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Anders wondered about that, given everything that they didn't understand about where they were and what had happened to them, but he hummed in agreement with the sentiment. Logan wanted him, he wanted Logan, and that was enough.

(OOC: Okay, I feel like we've reached the end of the epic meeting and makeout thread. We should probably give them something to do and start another scene. ;))

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(OOC: Epic is the word. *squints at comment count* XD New scene sounds good to me!)