"I wasn't thinking about my dick," Mac protested idly, grinning in that infuriatingly cocky way he sometimes had. when he understood what Uldren intended his pink tongue brushed over his lips, green eyes sliding towards Ilormael, who hovered at the edge of their space, conflicted. As much by his own self-interest as Uldren's order, Mac reached out, hand upturned and fingers slightly curled inward.
"Come on. No one should waste an opportunity they may regret wasting," he reasoned, the elf's chest rising and falling rapidly as his hands shook, eyes widening. Ilormael looked like a man trying to ramp himself up before leaping off a cliff. Mac knew personally what that felt like, literally and figuratively, and reached out to cup his hand over one of the elf's. He didn't say anything, just looked and waited, ignoring Uldren for the moment, intent on proving to Ilormael that he wouldn't be ignored in favor of Mac and Uldren's preexisting connection. The elf responded in kind with wary movements, scooting slightly closer until Mac was able to raised his hand and cup to elf's face. He didn't glance back at Uldren, needing the elf to recognize that it wasn't all just a show for the Prince. It was for all of them, equally, if they were taking hose leaps together.
Powder blue lips met the golden-tanned mouth of the elf and for a moment it was stillness, neither one breathing out of fear of one thing or another, their reasons different but the result the same. Ilormael stopped squeezing his eyes closed after a moment, opening them with a confused expression, unsure what was happening, only to find the reason that Mac had stilled was that he was simply waiting for the elf to stop panicking. Their eyes met, briefly, Mac smiled into the kiss and then closed his own eyes, moving his mouth far more sensually against Ilormael's until the elf stopped trembling and attempted to return the kiss.
They stayed like that for a long time, Mac held by Uldren, clothes falling away while the Guardian helped ease the elf closer through the touch of their mouths. Before long Ilormael had crept in and closed the distance without even realizing it, his leatherclad and lightly armored body pressed chest to chest with Mac's, lured closest once Mac started gently running his fingers through the hair at the elf's nape. It was, perhaps, the first time Uldren was able to see what sort of person Mac might have been, had the Prince's tastes run somewhat less aggressive. The Guardian was a naturally gentler and more sensual individual. Good bait, certainly, for the sorts of traps Uldren liked to lay. At the least he was infinitely better at easing a person into something than the Prince was.
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"Come on. No one should waste an opportunity they may regret wasting," he reasoned, the elf's chest rising and falling rapidly as his hands shook, eyes widening. Ilormael looked like a man trying to ramp himself up before leaping off a cliff. Mac knew personally what that felt like, literally and figuratively, and reached out to cup his hand over one of the elf's. He didn't say anything, just looked and waited, ignoring Uldren for the moment, intent on proving to Ilormael that he wouldn't be ignored in favor of Mac and Uldren's preexisting connection. The elf responded in kind with wary movements, scooting slightly closer until Mac was able to raised his hand and cup to elf's face. He didn't glance back at Uldren, needing the elf to recognize that it wasn't all just a show for the Prince. It was for all of them, equally, if they were taking hose leaps together.
Powder blue lips met the golden-tanned mouth of the elf and for a moment it was stillness, neither one breathing out of fear of one thing or another, their reasons different but the result the same. Ilormael stopped squeezing his eyes closed after a moment, opening them with a confused expression, unsure what was happening, only to find the reason that Mac had stilled was that he was simply waiting for the elf to stop panicking. Their eyes met, briefly, Mac smiled into the kiss and then closed his own eyes, moving his mouth far more sensually against Ilormael's until the elf stopped trembling and attempted to return the kiss.
They stayed like that for a long time, Mac held by Uldren, clothes falling away while the Guardian helped ease the elf closer through the touch of their mouths. Before long Ilormael had crept in and closed the distance without even realizing it, his leatherclad and lightly armored body pressed chest to chest with Mac's, lured closest once Mac started gently running his fingers through the hair at the elf's nape. It was, perhaps, the first time Uldren was able to see what sort of person Mac might have been, had the Prince's tastes run somewhat less aggressive. The Guardian was a naturally gentler and more sensual individual. Good bait, certainly, for the sorts of traps Uldren liked to lay. At the least he was infinitely better at easing a person into something than the Prince was.