He'd known that once he put the idea in Mac's head, it was only a matter of time before the man actually wanted to sleep with the elf. At first it had been mostly a joke, but as time wore on, it had appealed to him more and more. It wasn't as if he had access to innocents on a daily basis, because while Mac might be very naive at times he was never really innocent in most senses, and the elf was rather attractive, if younger than he would usually consider sleeping with. Although he was guilty of a great many crimes against humanity and was truly a monster, he had never raped children and didn't intend to start. But the elf wasn't really a child in anything but years and they could both see that. And Ilormael wanted what they were offering. He might not understand just what he was going to get, but he definitely wanted it, which made a great deal of difference.
Uldren was careful to keep all of his movements slow and non-threatening as Mac coaxed the elf closer, undoing the Guardian's clothes with practiced ease and exposing that very attractive body, but he never once took his eyes off the elf. This time, however, his own weren't in the least threatening, and he was careful to keep a slight smile of his face. And it wasn't the wolf's hungry grin he'd worn earlier; no, it was something much more gentle, if touched by self-mockery. He knew better than anyone that the only people in the universe who would ever look at him with anything but fear were Mac and Mara. It was a shame sometimes, like now, but it was the life he'd chosen and he wouldn't change a thing.
The show itself, once the elf finally came within reach, was more than enough to heat his blood enough so that he could finally forget the cold. Watching Mac seduce someone was a unique pleasure he'd never really thought about experiencing before, though now that he had, they'd have to replicate it. Often. In varied circumstances and with multiple partners. There was something so deliciously wrong about baiting an outsider with Mac's genuine care and then springing him on them after they were in too deep to escape. He wouldn't hurt them of course, that was for Mac alone unless the situation was extraordinary, but he would certainly have his turn eventually and even on his best days, he was never anything less than rough.
Still, those thoughts were for a future that was anything but sure and Uldren turned his attention back to the present, switching his hold on the Guardian to allow the elf to press in close. He trailed his fingers up and down Mac's sides as the two kissed, brushing against the elf now and then as if accidentally, trying to help accustom Ilormael to being touched and to feeling more relaxed. It was amazing the patience that Mac was displaying in luring the boy in. Certainly Uldren had patience for his own games, but he never could have seduced someone like his lover was, it just wasn't in him to be that gentle and restrained. Sitting behind Mac and just watching was barely within his abilities, and his control was quckly running out as his body demanded access to one or both of them. It was heady stuff, watching someone who was completely his essentially "cheat" with someone he also lusted after, but it was still enjoyable for all the frustration it caused.
Ilormael forgot everything when he finally managed to close his eyes and relax against Mac, everything except for the way his body was reacting to those gentle hands and that warm mouth. He didn't really know what to do, or where to put his own hands, but eventually he settled for laying them lightly on Mac's shoulders. It seemed like the best place, since the Prince's hands were moving over the man just about everywhere else. He was grateful for the warmth of Mac's body through his clothes and armor, although he wondered what it would feel like to be pressed skin-to-skin, since the Prince had so considerately opened the man's shirt to expose Mac's chest. He wasn't that comfortable though, not with the Prince still there behind his gentle teacher.
Every time he thought of the other man, the elf tensed for a few moments, despite the distraction that Mac's tongue was providing him. He'd never known you put your tongue into someone's mouth to kiss, but after the initial shock it felt good, and Mac was sweet about showing him what to do with his own actions. As long as he could forget about the Prince he'd be fine, but every now and then a hand that definitely didn't belong to Mac touched him, and it brought his nerves right back to the forefront of his mind. Of course, the hands weren't mean, and what he could feel through his gear was actually rather pleasant, but it scared him to think of being at the mercy of that predator. Surely Mac knew that and would keep the Prince away from him, wouldn't he? The man wouldn't throw Ilormael to the Prince once he was so worked up he couldn't protest . . . would he?
Remembering the worshipful way Mac had looked at the Prince, and the man's own words about their deviant relationship, he really wasn't sure that Mac would protect him if the Prince asked for a turn. That thought made him shudder and moan and press closer to Mac, too deep in their web to escape, but still too scared to fully give himself up to the possible pleasure. Ilormael's hands clenched on Mac's bare shoulders, sharp nails digging into the warm skin as he prayed fervently that he'd survive this foolish indulgence and live to see the dawn. Why had he ever come back to their fire? Was it really worth the consequences to warm himself, even temporarily, at their fucked-up hearth?
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Uldren was careful to keep all of his movements slow and non-threatening as Mac coaxed the elf closer, undoing the Guardian's clothes with practiced ease and exposing that very attractive body, but he never once took his eyes off the elf. This time, however, his own weren't in the least threatening, and he was careful to keep a slight smile of his face. And it wasn't the wolf's hungry grin he'd worn earlier; no, it was something much more gentle, if touched by self-mockery. He knew better than anyone that the only people in the universe who would ever look at him with anything but fear were Mac and Mara. It was a shame sometimes, like now, but it was the life he'd chosen and he wouldn't change a thing.
The show itself, once the elf finally came within reach, was more than enough to heat his blood enough so that he could finally forget the cold. Watching Mac seduce someone was a unique pleasure he'd never really thought about experiencing before, though now that he had, they'd have to replicate it. Often. In varied circumstances and with multiple partners. There was something so deliciously wrong about baiting an outsider with Mac's genuine care and then springing him on them after they were in too deep to escape. He wouldn't hurt them of course, that was for Mac alone unless the situation was extraordinary, but he would certainly have his turn eventually and even on his best days, he was never anything less than rough.
Still, those thoughts were for a future that was anything but sure and Uldren turned his attention back to the present, switching his hold on the Guardian to allow the elf to press in close. He trailed his fingers up and down Mac's sides as the two kissed, brushing against the elf now and then as if accidentally, trying to help accustom Ilormael to being touched and to feeling more relaxed. It was amazing the patience that Mac was displaying in luring the boy in. Certainly Uldren had patience for his own games, but he never could have seduced someone like his lover was, it just wasn't in him to be that gentle and restrained. Sitting behind Mac and just watching was barely within his abilities, and his control was quckly running out as his body demanded access to one or both of them. It was heady stuff, watching someone who was completely his essentially "cheat" with someone he also lusted after, but it was still enjoyable for all the frustration it caused.
Ilormael forgot everything when he finally managed to close his eyes and relax against Mac, everything except for the way his body was reacting to those gentle hands and that warm mouth. He didn't really know what to do, or where to put his own hands, but eventually he settled for laying them lightly on Mac's shoulders. It seemed like the best place, since the Prince's hands were moving over the man just about everywhere else. He was grateful for the warmth of Mac's body through his clothes and armor, although he wondered what it would feel like to be pressed skin-to-skin, since the Prince had so considerately opened the man's shirt to expose Mac's chest. He wasn't that comfortable though, not with the Prince still there behind his gentle teacher.
Every time he thought of the other man, the elf tensed for a few moments, despite the distraction that Mac's tongue was providing him. He'd never known you put your tongue into someone's mouth to kiss, but after the initial shock it felt good, and Mac was sweet about showing him what to do with his own actions. As long as he could forget about the Prince he'd be fine, but every now and then a hand that definitely didn't belong to Mac touched him, and it brought his nerves right back to the forefront of his mind. Of course, the hands weren't mean, and what he could feel through his gear was actually rather pleasant, but it scared him to think of being at the mercy of that predator. Surely Mac knew that and would keep the Prince away from him, wouldn't he? The man wouldn't throw Ilormael to the Prince once he was so worked up he couldn't protest . . . would he?
Remembering the worshipful way Mac had looked at the Prince, and the man's own words about their deviant relationship, he really wasn't sure that Mac would protect him if the Prince asked for a turn. That thought made him shudder and moan and press closer to Mac, too deep in their web to escape, but still too scared to fully give himself up to the possible pleasure. Ilormael's hands clenched on Mac's bare shoulders, sharp nails digging into the warm skin as he prayed fervently that he'd survive this foolish indulgence and live to see the dawn. Why had he ever come back to their fire? Was it really worth the consequences to warm himself, even temporarily, at their fucked-up hearth?