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It had been about three months since Logan had walked out his front door and returned soaked to the bone, bruised and bloodied, with the carcass of a cults God drawn behind him and five new people joining the cacophony of sound in his head.
It had gotten better since then. His body had healed from its injuries, the beast that had tried to kill him was eaten, and he had found out that the new people were ghosts who used to inhabit the pond he was nearly drowned in. Their presence made both himself and the cabin less lonely, though much more chaotic. it was an adjustment, but a welcome one.
Actually, speaking of chaotic; it was weirdly mellow today. Logan had been able to finish his wood working ahead of schedule without Rune trying to steal one of his tools or Nyx trying to eat the wood shavings. Breakfast also went off without a hitch, because even though the ghosts weren't able to eat mortal food, (despite Nyx's best attempts), they were still very particular about what he would cook and would frequently get into fights about it.
Well... fights is a loose term. The arguments were usually not heated, more-so back and forth banter... that's off topic.
The point is, they were calm today.
Hell! He's even getting the chance to get some drawing in! Which is actually what he's tasked himself with now.
He's just drawing a bird, a simple one at that.
It technically doesn't have a distinct species because he's not that good of an artist, but he's basing it off a finch. The basic sketch part was over, and now he was trying to get the wings to look more... wing-like.
Normally if he had made it this far, one of the ghosts would have come up to bug him about something or another. He loves having them here, but sometimes they can be a lot.
Something catches in the corner of his vision. Speak of the devil.
Umbra, the shadow like ghost, looks down at what he's drawing. Their bright white eyes focus intently on it before looking up at him. They give a small wave upon being noticed, and while he can't see their mouth, he can tell that they are smiling from how their eyes scrunch up.
"Can I watch you draw?" They asked hopefully.
"Sure. Do you want a chair?" Logan says it without much thought, already getting up to bring over an extra stool he has lying around. It may even be nice to have someone else's company.
A few minutes later, Logan is back to drawing and Umbra and him are idly chatting.
It's nice, keeps his brain on track.
He's just in the middle of explaining how exactly bird species are identified when Umbra interrupts him to say something.
"Uh, hey Logan? I think one of your drawings dropped." Umbra informs him, though for some reason has a... grey dusting on their face? Logan looks at the ground and-
...fuck him.
It's one of his more, uh-hum, explicit drawings. One that his dumbass had apparently, amazingly, forgotten to put up last night and had now knocked on the floor. It's one of the tamer ones (thank the fucking Gods) but it's quite clear whats going on.
Someone has another person's hand rubbing against their clit. The legs aren't fully drawn but are still implied to be spread out by the not fully finished lines. Their expression is fucked out and they have little tears pinpricking their eyes. A few more silly though still nsfw doodles are off to the side lines.
Logan's while body heats up and he scrambles to grab it and shove it into the desk drawer. Not where he usually puts them, but who cares.
He throws an embarrassed glance at Umbra, and sees that their eyes are wide and that grey blush is even stronger on their face.
They both sit in silence for a minute, before Umbra breaks it.
"Can you do that to me?" Their voice is strained and their face burns but fuck.
"What?" Logan asks in honest disbelief. He was expecting them to change the subject or get up and leave. Hell even get mad at him. Not ask that.
"Sorry-sorry I did not mean to ask that just- you can- can just- um-" A look of defeat washed over them and they stop talking, curling in on themselves. Logan just stared at them, processing what they had just asked him to do and how to respond.
Umbra gets up to leave, feeling like their whole being is on fire with shame, but Logan puts one of his paws on their arm. Its not holding them in place, but it's there. Firm. It's presence is enough to stop them in their tracks.
Logan's demeanor is almost frantic, "Wait! How- I mean," he clears his throat and collects himself, "could we even do that?" His eyes are cast down and to the side, second guessing the words.
Umbra's eyes go wide. Is he..?
They sit back down on the stool and take both of Logan's paws in two of their hands, their other two arms laying limp at their sides.
For a moment they don't know how to respond.
"Yes, we cab, but only if you want to." They settle on saying, and give his hands a squeeze before letting them go.
Logan thinks a moment, only one, before grabbing one of their four hands and dragging them to the bedroom. They stumble along after him, barely believing what's happening, let alone what's about to.
They clamber onto the bed, and Umbra makes themselves cozy with a few pillows behind them while Logan sits awkwardly a foot or two away, watching them.
Umbra motions him over and spreads their legs a bit to make room for him.
He stares down at their crotch, though its smooth all the way down. They squirm a bit under his gaze, but aren't sure what to do, and it seems neither is he.
"Can I..?" He asks, though isn't quite sure how to finish the sentence. He raises his paw a bit, pointing. Hoping to convey what his words can not.
"Oh! Yeah, yeah." Umbra nods their head quickly, moving their arms away from where they had subconsciously been put to cover themselves. "Just... be careful, please?" They tack on.
"Wouldn't do anything else." He says as he reaches down and rubs his paw against the general area ones sex would be.
Umbra sucks in a breath when he does this, and he feels something akin to a current of static electricity pass through him.
He repeats the motion, though harder, and this time Umbra let's out a small gasp. Curiously, he runs one of his digits over them, trying to find if some areas are more sensitive than others.
It's hard to tell, but at one point Umbra twitches at a spot. He runs his finger over it again, and gets the same reaction. Slowly he circles his thumb over the area. Thank God he cut his dew claws recently.
He gingerly places his other paw on their thigh, then their shoulder. Finally he looks up at them, and oh is he happy he did.
Umbra's eyes are half shut, and their breath is labored. Their bottom two hands are fisting the sheets and the top two are hovering mid air, seeming to be torn between grabbing onto Logan or joining the other two on the sheets. He can feel them rocking into his paw, trying to chase their pleasure.
"Barely done anything and you're already falling apart, aren't you?" He asks teasingly. All they can do is nod frantically.
The same small bursts of static electricity have been pulsing through him, and he figures its something they're emitting. Some kind of feedback.
It's definitely working, that's for sure. Each small little shock is so much and not quite enough. Either way he can feel himself getting wet in his boxers.
Umbra's top two hands seem to have finally made up their minds, as one grabs at the waistband of his shorts and the other grabs a fistful of his short fur and tugs on it.
He lets out an embarrassing sound when they do that, and both parties stop for just a moment to catch their breath. Umbra whines when he stops though, trying to rub against the paw he still hasn't removed.
He laughs at that, and picks back up the earlier circular motions.
Umbra wasn't quick to forget how he had reacted to the tugging, and does so again, hard.
"Fuck-" his voice breaks for a moment, and he thinks he genuinely could have cum right then and there when another shock rolls through him.
Even without a visible mouth, Logan can tell Umbra is grinning. He rubs harder as a form of retaliation, and Umbra throws their head back.
Their louder now, moans and whimpers and cut off bits of his name pouring out of their mouth as they tremble under him.
The hand in his fur hasn't stopped tugging either, and it's driving him wild.
"Lo- I'm gonna-" thats the only warning he gets before two things happen, Umbra pulls at his fur with a vice grip, and waves of that static electricity crash over him.
His vision goes blurry as the cord in him snaps and that familiar ecstasy rolls through him.
He doesn't stop rubbing Umbra yet though, milking their orgasm and continuing well beyond it. They whine from the overstimulation, though are already rutting into his paw again despite it.
Logan puts his head up against theirs, looking into those milky white eyes.
"I wonder," he says through gasping breaths as he tries to catch his own, "how many times I can get you to fall apart."
Umbra's eyes widen, and he can feel their body shudder as another orgasm crashes over them sooner than expected. He grins down at them, excited to see just where the day will bring them.
...
Their legs are quivering from cuming so many times. They've long since lost their voice, now just reduced to whimpers and strangled moans. Logan still rubs at them though, keeping the same pace throughout it all.
They barely notice when he stops with the nearly painful bliss overpowering all of their other senses.
There's not much clean up. Normally he would get a glass of water of the other party after this, but that's not really an option. Logan throws on a change of clothes and knows he'll need to take a shower later, but that can wait. Now is cuddle time.
He curls up next to Umbra, who can only breath heavily.
"You good there?" He asks with a note of teasing in his voice.
"Mhm." Is all Umbra answers with. Their eyes have fallen closed and they drag Logan a bit closer.
He closes his eyes too, simply basking in the afterglow of sex and the physical and emotional closeness it now brings.