Having Mac melting against him was exactly what he wanted. Uldren continued to fondle the man as he watched the elf watching them. Whether it was because the boy was still young or because he'd gotten better at reading the fairly controlled face, he couldn't have said, but he could read the confusion and longing there. It bothered him that he was essentially seducing a child, and seducing him with promises of things that weren't normal even by the most liberal standards. Did he have that right? Was he tempting the elf with something he really wanted, or was it just the complete and utter depravity that was appealing to him?

When did he start caring about what his actions did to other people? Was it Mac? Was the man's ridiculous conscience rubbing off on him? Or was it because th elf was so young? Someone so young and apparently naive, he would be taking advantage if he let the boy join them. On the other hand, Ilormael had been spying on their little tryst, and he'd jerked off to it as well. Was that because it was just sex, because it was two men, or because it was so violent and passionate? Or was there another reason completely? Uldren just didn't know, and he really didn't want to sit around and think about moral dilemmas. That was something Mac could do later. He was going to indulge himself in his usual depravities.

And Ghost's last translation just clenched his decision.

"Mac, talk to the elf. I think he genuinely wants to come over here and I'm sure I scare the piss out of him." He murmured in the Guardian's ear, squeezing the man's dick rather hard to be felt through the layers of clothing, "Talk to him Mac. Tell him he's welcome, even if he doesn't end up doing anything."