If he'd cared to exert himself, Uldren could have been quite charming, but he saw no point in that most of the time. It was much faster and took less effort to just strong-arm what he wanted from people. Whether it was with physical force or the blade of his tongue, the prince generally got what he wanted, so why bother with all the dancing and verbal fencing if he didn't have to?
"If it wasn't for your unhealthy need to see these backwoods elves in the first place, we could have trekked a lot farther than we did and remained unmolested. I'm sure if you asked the elf whether they gave a shit about us as long as we were headed away from them, he'd say they'd have watched us until we left their territory and then forgotten all about us. And I wouldn't have bruises in private places either. Do your talking and get it out of your system so we can go to sleep."
Uldren listened to Mac and the elf talk again, leaning against the man. Yes, he was jealous, and possessive, and brutal at times too, but Mac was his. He didn't plan to share his guardian with anyone, at least not anytime soon, and not actually being able to understand the full conversation was putting his back up in an extremely uncomfortable way. He could infer a great deal from his lover's tone and expressions, but he didn't really know. Of course, when the elf jumped up and left, he started to lunge after the boy, until he caught himself. There was no earthly reason to keep the elf if he didn't want to stay. He stared at Mac suspiciously when the man pulled his cloak off, already getting chilled again.
He was not meant for the great outdoors.
"I was actually just getting warm Mac . . ." Uldren clenched his muscles to avoid shivering, more from habit than anything else. The man had a point. Even wrapped up and laying near the fire wasn't going to help with the wet clothes underneath his cloak. He growled softly but didn't fight the guardian's hands as Mac started to strip off his outer clothing, in fact, he moved closer with a gleam in his eye.
"I think talking to that elf made you hard and you just want me naked. Is that it Mac? The little pointy-eared bastard got you all aroused?" Uldren's lips slowly curved into a smile as he forgot his wet clothes and the fact that he was clod. Teasing Mac was much too fun to give less than his full attention to the task, "It's the ears, isn't it? You rally do want to touch them, don't you Mac? You want to see if they're extra sensitive and whether or not he'll melt and moan when you trace them with a finger, hmm?"
As he spoke, Uldren lifted a hand to caress Mac's ear, fingers stroking the shell slowly in imitation of what he accused the man of wanting to do. He continued to smirk at Mac, inching closer as he teased. Having at least some of his wet clothing off was helping him warm up just a little, but being physically close would do him even more good, "I bet you want to see him naked too, right? That young, strong body writhing under yours while he cries out in that musical language . . . Just think about it Mac, teaching him the pleasures of two men . . ."
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"If it wasn't for your unhealthy need to see these backwoods elves in the first place, we could have trekked a lot farther than we did and remained unmolested. I'm sure if you asked the elf whether they gave a shit about us as long as we were headed away from them, he'd say they'd have watched us until we left their territory and then forgotten all about us. And I wouldn't have bruises in private places either. Do your talking and get it out of your system so we can go to sleep."
Uldren listened to Mac and the elf talk again, leaning against the man. Yes, he was jealous, and possessive, and brutal at times too, but Mac was his. He didn't plan to share his guardian with anyone, at least not anytime soon, and not actually being able to understand the full conversation was putting his back up in an extremely uncomfortable way. He could infer a great deal from his lover's tone and expressions, but he didn't really know. Of course, when the elf jumped up and left, he started to lunge after the boy, until he caught himself. There was no earthly reason to keep the elf if he didn't want to stay. He stared at Mac suspiciously when the man pulled his cloak off, already getting chilled again.
He was not meant for the great outdoors.
"I was actually just getting warm Mac . . ." Uldren clenched his muscles to avoid shivering, more from habit than anything else. The man had a point. Even wrapped up and laying near the fire wasn't going to help with the wet clothes underneath his cloak. He growled softly but didn't fight the guardian's hands as Mac started to strip off his outer clothing, in fact, he moved closer with a gleam in his eye.
"I think talking to that elf made you hard and you just want me naked. Is that it Mac? The little pointy-eared bastard got you all aroused?" Uldren's lips slowly curved into a smile as he forgot his wet clothes and the fact that he was clod. Teasing Mac was much too fun to give less than his full attention to the task, "It's the ears, isn't it? You rally do want to touch them, don't you Mac? You want to see if they're extra sensitive and whether or not he'll melt and moan when you trace them with a finger, hmm?"
As he spoke, Uldren lifted a hand to caress Mac's ear, fingers stroking the shell slowly in imitation of what he accused the man of wanting to do. He continued to smirk at Mac, inching closer as he teased. Having at least some of his wet clothing off was helping him warm up just a little, but being physically close would do him even more good, "I bet you want to see him naked too, right? That young, strong body writhing under yours while he cries out in that musical language . . . Just think about it Mac, teaching him the pleasures of two men . . ."