Were the Guardian a mind-reader he might have had more misgivings about the whole thing. He wasn't completely without his honor and goodness, and if he really believed the elf were against something, Mac would have stood up to Uldren in a heart beat. Love and lust weren't good enough reasons to succumb to absolute darkness. Fortunately for them all, Uldren had more Light in him than he was ready to admit; Mac was pretty positive even the prince would stop himself before truly harming someone that didn't want it. At the end of the day, Mac trusted Uldren.
All those concerns aside, Mac was enjoying himself more than he'd expected! It was a world of difference, playing the submissive, willing participant to the Crow's needs and being the seducer in a more archaic setting. He'd never imagined himself being the one to draw someone to himself in such a way, and he had to account it to Uldren's teachings, really. Mac knew his own inexperience would have made it all a lot more difficult, but the prince's efforts had made him infinitely more confident. At least enough to make the occasional first move, and it paid off.
For his own part, Ilormael was comforted by everything Mac did. Cool fingers touching his face, his throat, warm hands cupping his cheeks and Mac's tongue gently caressing and probing. The Awoken never pushed too much, never tugged or yanked. He coaxed, certainly, but the elf didn't mind being guided closer to the other man, and when he finally fell against Mac's chest, he regretted coming fully dressed. Still, when was a good time to broach the subject of clothing? Was it rude? Should he not be wearing anything? Was that too much too fast? Occasional wary glances at Uldren complicated things. unlike Mac, Ilormael didn't know the first thing about the prince, and trusting him was...difficult. It wasn't until Mac caught one of those glances that the guardian really understood, and he did the only thing he could think to.
"Don't worry," he gasped against the elf's lips after breaking a long, breath-stealing kiss. "We're not going to make you do anything you don't want. I promise. But you have to speak up. You have to tell us..." he murmured in Dalish before turning his head a bit and narrowing his yes at Uldren, expression pure sex at that point.
"I'll do anything you both want," he told the Prince, breath coming in long, hot whispers. A hand reached out, cupping behind Uldren's neck before gripping the hair painfully tight at the base of the man's skull.
"We brought him into this," Mac warned, green eyes hazy with want as he leaned back against Uldren even as he let Ilormael rest against him. "But until he knows what he wants done to him, just use me as an example. If you get jealous, just punish me for it later," the Guardian grinned, craning his neck to run his tongue over Uldren's lips.
"You're the Prince, Uldren. We're the actors, but you need to direct the show. Participate if you like, just don't be a tyrant until he's deep enough that he doesn't want to go back. I can take it. One or two, doesn't matter. There isn't a challenge I can't meet, as long as you're there," he rumbled, letting the prince go and reaching up with both hands to caress Ilormael's jawline before tracing his fingertips up those long ears. He was so gentle, to light, treating them like any other potentially erogenous zone, seeking to arouse and comfort the elf before carefully giving little experimental tugs to the scout's clothes, clearly asking him to either undress himself or let himself be undressed.
Mac was absolutely determined to see them all satisfied, come hell or high water.
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All those concerns aside, Mac was enjoying himself more than he'd expected! It was a world of difference, playing the submissive, willing participant to the Crow's needs and being the seducer in a more archaic setting. He'd never imagined himself being the one to draw someone to himself in such a way, and he had to account it to Uldren's teachings, really. Mac knew his own inexperience would have made it all a lot more difficult, but the prince's efforts had made him infinitely more confident. At least enough to make the occasional first move, and it paid off.
For his own part, Ilormael was comforted by everything Mac did. Cool fingers touching his face, his throat, warm hands cupping his cheeks and Mac's tongue gently caressing and probing. The Awoken never pushed too much, never tugged or yanked. He coaxed, certainly, but the elf didn't mind being guided closer to the other man, and when he finally fell against Mac's chest, he regretted coming fully dressed. Still, when was a good time to broach the subject of clothing? Was it rude? Should he not be wearing anything? Was that too much too fast? Occasional wary glances at Uldren complicated things. unlike Mac, Ilormael didn't know the first thing about the prince, and trusting him was...difficult. It wasn't until Mac caught one of those glances that the guardian really understood, and he did the only thing he could think to.
"Don't worry," he gasped against the elf's lips after breaking a long, breath-stealing kiss. "We're not going to make you do anything you don't want. I promise. But you have to speak up. You have to tell us..." he murmured in Dalish before turning his head a bit and narrowing his yes at Uldren, expression pure sex at that point.
"I'll do anything you both want," he told the Prince, breath coming in long, hot whispers. A hand reached out, cupping behind Uldren's neck before gripping the hair painfully tight at the base of the man's skull.
"We brought him into this," Mac warned, green eyes hazy with want as he leaned back against Uldren even as he let Ilormael rest against him. "But until he knows what he wants done to him, just use me as an example. If you get jealous, just punish me for it later," the Guardian grinned, craning his neck to run his tongue over Uldren's lips.
"You're the Prince, Uldren. We're the actors, but you need to direct the show. Participate if you like, just don't be a tyrant until he's deep enough that he doesn't want to go back. I can take it. One or two, doesn't matter. There isn't a challenge I can't meet, as long as you're there," he rumbled, letting the prince go and reaching up with both hands to caress Ilormael's jawline before tracing his fingertips up those long ears. He was so gentle, to light, treating them like any other potentially erogenous zone, seeking to arouse and comfort the elf before carefully giving little experimental tugs to the scout's clothes, clearly asking him to either undress himself or let himself be undressed.
Mac was absolutely determined to see them all satisfied, come hell or high water.