Being pushed away was absolutely not in the game plan! Uldren snarled and started to grab at the man, something nasty on his tongue to say, then his eyes went wide. Mac had turned himself and the elf around to face him! He stared at the Guardian, then the elf, then the Guardian again, mouth opening and closing with no sound coming out. Then he realized his hand was touching the elf and his eyes zeroed in on Mac's hand holding his in place. His mouth watered and a shiver he didn't try to hide ran through him. It wasn't so much touching someone else that excited him as having Mac try to include him for real in the fantasy he'd put into motion. He really hadn't wanted to do that. What they were doing had been for Mac!
The whispering nearly did him in, even in another language. Mac really didn't ever take the lead, which was usually the way they both preferred it, and having the Guardian do it now was just . . . Uldren bit his lip, eyes squeezed shut as he fought for control. If he lost it now they'd all end up injured, though the elf would get the worst of it, and Mac might never be able to forgive him. When Mac spoke to him, his eyes popped back open and he stared at the man, actually holding his breath in shock.
"Mac!?"
Uldren sounded almost prim, completely shocked, and perhaps even a tiny bit worried. He wasn't exactly gentle, as a rule, and while he wasn't usually cruel giving a blowjob, Mac was a hell of a lot sturdier than the tiny elf they currently had trapped between them. What if he hurt the child? It wasn't safe to let him touch the elf! Although he was currently giving the kid a handjob . . .
Ilormael squawked when Mac moved him, fear making his arousal even more sharp and piercing. What the hell was happening now!? And then suddenly he was staring right at the Prince. The elf stared up and up and shrank back against Mac, one of his hands groping for the man's to cling to, but instead, Mac was moving the Prince's hand on him. He made a strangled sound of fear and need, arching into the touch even as he tried to stay away from the terrifying man.
He watched through slitted eyes as the two men talked, and carried on even more silent communication as their joined hands touched him. Ilormael was panting and squirming and desperate for relief, even if it came from the scary Prince, if only they'd let him finish so he could think again! His hands grabbed weakly at Mac's wrist, the one that was already holding the Prince's wrist, making another connection between the three of them. He looked up with desperate eyes, not caring who answered his plea anymore.
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The whispering nearly did him in, even in another language. Mac really didn't ever take the lead, which was usually the way they both preferred it, and having the Guardian do it now was just . . . Uldren bit his lip, eyes squeezed shut as he fought for control. If he lost it now they'd all end up injured, though the elf would get the worst of it, and Mac might never be able to forgive him. When Mac spoke to him, his eyes popped back open and he stared at the man, actually holding his breath in shock.
"Mac!?"
Uldren sounded almost prim, completely shocked, and perhaps even a tiny bit worried. He wasn't exactly gentle, as a rule, and while he wasn't usually cruel giving a blowjob, Mac was a hell of a lot sturdier than the tiny elf they currently had trapped between them. What if he hurt the child? It wasn't safe to let him touch the elf! Although he was currently giving the kid a handjob . . .
Ilormael squawked when Mac moved him, fear making his arousal even more sharp and piercing. What the hell was happening now!? And then suddenly he was staring right at the Prince. The elf stared up and up and shrank back against Mac, one of his hands groping for the man's to cling to, but instead, Mac was moving the Prince's hand on him. He made a strangled sound of fear and need, arching into the touch even as he tried to stay away from the terrifying man.
He watched through slitted eyes as the two men talked, and carried on even more silent communication as their joined hands touched him. Ilormael was panting and squirming and desperate for relief, even if it came from the scary Prince, if only they'd let him finish so he could think again! His hands grabbed weakly at Mac's wrist, the one that was already holding the Prince's wrist, making another connection between the three of them. He looked up with desperate eyes, not caring who answered his plea anymore.
"Please!?"