He was still getting a word-for-word translation of what was being said from Ghost, but he wasn't about to let Mac know that. It was too much fun to give up that little secret, at least at the moment. He even suffered having his hand shoved aside to allow Mac a bit more mental ability in finding words for the elf. He listened with some surprise at the way the man chose to go about inviting the elf to join them, but he'd given the job of getting Ilormael to Mac, so he wasn't going to interfere. He also couldn't speak directly to the kid, so anything he might have said would have been filtered anyway.
Uldren leaned against Mac as the Guardian and the elf talked, his chin still resting on the man's shoulder and an arm around his waist. He watched Ilormael struggle with what was being offered and was tempted just to make everything moot. It would be so easy to snatch the boy and drag him into an embrace! Once in their hands he doubted the elf would try to run, if for no other reason than pride, and he could certainly restrain himself enough not to terrify a virgin. Well, he could restrict himself to doing those questionable things only to Mac anyway. He mumbled in his lover's ear, eyes still firmly on the elf.
"Mac, would he be more scared if we ignored him for a bit? Maybe if we just got started . . ." Uldren shrugged a little and bit the man's ear, drawing blood, "I can hold back with the elf himself, but I'm not in the mood to wait for forever before I get some relief. I think you've talked enough."
Ilormael was still having an internal debate, but he didn't miss it when the Prince turned his head and bit Mac's ear. He winced, knowing that the bite wasn't gentle or playful, at least not by any standards he knew. He had a feeling the man had drawn blood, but Mac didn't make any move to complain or protest, which only confused him more. Did the two enjoy hurting each other? What he'd seen before had been rough, but not exactly violent, not to the point where blood was being spilled, but was that an anomaly? Was it more often that Mac was genuinely hurt? And did the man really like it that way?
He swallowed, wanting to look away, but he just couldn't seem to move, "What . . . what would I be doing? Does he . . . Will he hurt me too?"
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Uldren leaned against Mac as the Guardian and the elf talked, his chin still resting on the man's shoulder and an arm around his waist. He watched Ilormael struggle with what was being offered and was tempted just to make everything moot. It would be so easy to snatch the boy and drag him into an embrace! Once in their hands he doubted the elf would try to run, if for no other reason than pride, and he could certainly restrain himself enough not to terrify a virgin. Well, he could restrict himself to doing those questionable things only to Mac anyway. He mumbled in his lover's ear, eyes still firmly on the elf.
"Mac, would he be more scared if we ignored him for a bit? Maybe if we just got started . . ." Uldren shrugged a little and bit the man's ear, drawing blood, "I can hold back with the elf himself, but I'm not in the mood to wait for forever before I get some relief. I think you've talked enough."
Ilormael was still having an internal debate, but he didn't miss it when the Prince turned his head and bit Mac's ear. He winced, knowing that the bite wasn't gentle or playful, at least not by any standards he knew. He had a feeling the man had drawn blood, but Mac didn't make any move to complain or protest, which only confused him more. Did the two enjoy hurting each other? What he'd seen before had been rough, but not exactly violent, not to the point where blood was being spilled, but was that an anomaly? Was it more often that Mac was genuinely hurt? And did the man really like it that way?
He swallowed, wanting to look away, but he just couldn't seem to move, "What . . . what would I be doing? Does he . . . Will he hurt me too?"