"Is he...trying to impress me or...?" Ilormael mumbled to Mac when the Guardian finally recovered from sputtering panic and humiliation. Raising a brow at Uldren, the elf cleared his throat and slowly turned the meat, ignoring the heat in his face at obviously being discovered, even if he couldn't understand the man's words.
"I...it's...It's complicated," Mac whined, eyes misty as he huffed and squirmed and put a hand over Uldren's face, pushing the grasping man away with exaggerated grunting. "He's my lover and a Prince and so much more, and possessive and a real bastard," the Guardian added, turning his head and gripping Uldren's ear, tugging lightly.
"You're mean. Really mean," Mac hissed at the Crow in their normal tongue before turning back to Ilormael and going back to Elven. "He's not bad. I promise you, he's horrible in a lot of ways, but he's the best man I know."
"You must not know many men," Ilormael quipped, and Mac wasn't sure how to take it, laughing in spite of everything and looking at Uldren before huffing softly and leaning in to press a much nicer kiss to the corner of the Awoken's mouth.
"No, maybe not. But I only love this one."
"I see that."
"Saw, hm?"
"Ah...my...apologies. I shouldn't..." the elf mumbled, shaking his head, to which Mac shrugged.
"Forget it. He's all bent because he didn't give you permission, that's all. He's a total pervert. Total. Like inviting you in kind of pervert. I'm really sorry about everyt--"
"Is that common?"
"What?" Mac asked, blinking and looking up as Ilormael looked back to the meat.
"Your people, or you two. Is that what you do? Your relationship is that open? Like Orlesians or something?"
"Oh...I don't know, really," Mac mumbled, looking at Uldren with a shrug. "Why do you ask? Should I tell him you're interested?"
The elf said nothing in reply, turning the meat with a peculiar expression. Surely not, Mac thought, glancing between Ilormael and Uldren, unable to know either man's thoughts. Was the elf disgusted? Intrigued? Was Uldren being spiteful and mean, or did he truly have a curiosity for the elf? And what about his own feelings, Mac mused, looking down at his hands briefly, gloves creaking.
He knew that answer. He'd do anything Uldren wanted, no matter how humiliating, because he loved it, which was embarrassing on it's own and yet thrilling all the same.
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"I...it's...It's complicated," Mac whined, eyes misty as he huffed and squirmed and put a hand over Uldren's face, pushing the grasping man away with exaggerated grunting. "He's my lover and a Prince and so much more, and possessive and a real bastard," the Guardian added, turning his head and gripping Uldren's ear, tugging lightly.
"You're mean. Really mean," Mac hissed at the Crow in their normal tongue before turning back to Ilormael and going back to Elven. "He's not bad. I promise you, he's horrible in a lot of ways, but he's the best man I know."
"You must not know many men," Ilormael quipped, and Mac wasn't sure how to take it, laughing in spite of everything and looking at Uldren before huffing softly and leaning in to press a much nicer kiss to the corner of the Awoken's mouth.
"No, maybe not. But I only love this one."
"I see that."
"Saw, hm?"
"Ah...my...apologies. I shouldn't..." the elf mumbled, shaking his head, to which Mac shrugged.
"Forget it. He's all bent because he didn't give you permission, that's all. He's a total pervert. Total. Like inviting you in kind of pervert. I'm really sorry about everyt--"
"Is that common?"
"What?" Mac asked, blinking and looking up as Ilormael looked back to the meat.
"Your people, or you two. Is that what you do? Your relationship is that open? Like Orlesians or something?"
"Oh...I don't know, really," Mac mumbled, looking at Uldren with a shrug. "Why do you ask? Should I tell him you're interested?"
The elf said nothing in reply, turning the meat with a peculiar expression. Surely not, Mac thought, glancing between Ilormael and Uldren, unable to know either man's thoughts. Was the elf disgusted? Intrigued? Was Uldren being spiteful and mean, or did he truly have a curiosity for the elf? And what about his own feelings, Mac mused, looking down at his hands briefly, gloves creaking.
He knew that answer. He'd do anything Uldren wanted, no matter how humiliating, because he loved it, which was embarrassing on it's own and yet thrilling all the same.