"What? N-No!" Mac squawked, choking on his words as he fell back against the boulders and slid partway down. There wasn't really any escaping the Crow unless he was willing to dart out into the storm, which he wasn't. There wasn't a lot of reason to get away, either, being as Mac rarely didn't want to be closer to the other man. Granted, he didn't think it was prudent, under the circumstances, but...
"You do that quite well enough on your own," the Guardian hissed, cheeks lavender for the blush creeping into them. He reached up, raking his damp hair out of his face only to stare at Uldren's deep yellow eyes, lips curving into their usual fond smile.
Uldren was a creep. He was a jerk, he was pushy and rude, demanding and mean, but he was who he was and Mac adored it, however foolishly.
"He's pretty, sure. Elves are neat and I'm just excited to see a real one, but if you think he'd distract me from you, you're just being childishly jealous. You know better. Anyways, come on, don't try to butter me up with silly fantasy," Mac trailed off, tilting his head to lean into Uldren's touches, chest rising and falling slowly as warmth pooled in his belly. Yeah...that was nice.
"If you have some kind of elf-humping fantasy, that's all well and good. I'm pretty content just looking...like at a museum. Don't touch the art n' all, y'know? Besides, what makes you think he'd even entertain the idea? You're pretty demented, but I don't think you'd force some strange kid into anything."
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"You do that quite well enough on your own," the Guardian hissed, cheeks lavender for the blush creeping into them. He reached up, raking his damp hair out of his face only to stare at Uldren's deep yellow eyes, lips curving into their usual fond smile.
Uldren was a creep. He was a jerk, he was pushy and rude, demanding and mean, but he was who he was and Mac adored it, however foolishly.
"He's pretty, sure. Elves are neat and I'm just excited to see a real one, but if you think he'd distract me from you, you're just being childishly jealous. You know better. Anyways, come on, don't try to butter me up with silly fantasy," Mac trailed off, tilting his head to lean into Uldren's touches, chest rising and falling slowly as warmth pooled in his belly. Yeah...that was nice.
"If you have some kind of elf-humping fantasy, that's all well and good. I'm pretty content just looking...like at a museum. Don't touch the art n' all, y'know? Besides, what makes you think he'd even entertain the idea? You're pretty demented, but I don't think you'd force some strange kid into anything."