He chuckled, the sound as much amused as predatory. Maybe it was being stuck on a planet and left with only his own two hands for protection and offense, but he was feeling much more like a beast than he usually did. Seeing Mac essentially freak the hell out over when he was being forced to say, and who he was saying it to, was making him really ridiculously happy. It was funny. He could actually see the struggle Mac was going through and it tickled him. The man was torn over wanting the unthinkable to happen, and protecting the elf.
It just made him want to stir the pot some more.
Uldren listened to Ghost's running translation, meeting the elf's eyes when he glanced over and nodding ever so slightly. Mac was doing a good job of putting out exactly the sorts of things he expected during sex, and the mixture of fear and excitement in the boy's eyes was promising. It still wasn't any sure thing that they'd all end up in bed together, figuratively speaking, but it was looking a lot more likely. And Uldren had a feeling Mac was getting painfully worked up over being forced to say things that were so intimate, which really made him want to push things further.
He leaned over, one warm hand resting temporarily on Mac's upper thigh before he let it slip between the man's legs. Uldren casually groped his lover, resting his chin on the man's shoulder as he smirked at the elf, "Good boy Mac. Unfortunately, I think I see some interest in the elf's eyes. I don't have to ask if all this sex talk has had an effect on you, since I can feel just how hard you are, but do you think he's closer to wanting to go a round with us, or to run?" He massaged Mac's dick absently, his own starting to get hard now, "Have you decided whether you wanna have some company or not lover? This time, I wouldn't mind having him watch . . ."
Ilormael's eyes went very wide when the Prince moved closer to Mac, especially when the man's hand moved to . . . Oh dear. That wasn't just playing with words, and it wasn't just teasing. The man was either making a real move on Mac, or he was asserting some kind of dominance play. Either way, it was more than Ilormael was comfortable seeing and his cheeks flushed painfully as he dropped his eyes. Now was the real deciding moment. Was it all just words, or did he plan to make it into action? It was true that he could probably run before the Prince could tackle him, but he wasn't sure he wanted to test that theory. Whatever the man was back home, here he seemed to be little better than a wolf, maybe even a mad wolf . . .
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It just made him want to stir the pot some more.
Uldren listened to Ghost's running translation, meeting the elf's eyes when he glanced over and nodding ever so slightly. Mac was doing a good job of putting out exactly the sorts of things he expected during sex, and the mixture of fear and excitement in the boy's eyes was promising. It still wasn't any sure thing that they'd all end up in bed together, figuratively speaking, but it was looking a lot more likely. And Uldren had a feeling Mac was getting painfully worked up over being forced to say things that were so intimate, which really made him want to push things further.
He leaned over, one warm hand resting temporarily on Mac's upper thigh before he let it slip between the man's legs. Uldren casually groped his lover, resting his chin on the man's shoulder as he smirked at the elf, "Good boy Mac. Unfortunately, I think I see some interest in the elf's eyes. I don't have to ask if all this sex talk has had an effect on you, since I can feel just how hard you are, but do you think he's closer to wanting to go a round with us, or to run?" He massaged Mac's dick absently, his own starting to get hard now, "Have you decided whether you wanna have some company or not lover? This time, I wouldn't mind having him watch . . ."
Ilormael's eyes went very wide when the Prince moved closer to Mac, especially when the man's hand moved to . . . Oh dear. That wasn't just playing with words, and it wasn't just teasing. The man was either making a real move on Mac, or he was asserting some kind of dominance play. Either way, it was more than Ilormael was comfortable seeing and his cheeks flushed painfully as he dropped his eyes. Now was the real deciding moment. Was it all just words, or did he plan to make it into action? It was true that he could probably run before the Prince could tackle him, but he wasn't sure he wanted to test that theory. Whatever the man was back home, here he seemed to be little better than a wolf, maybe even a mad wolf . . .