Being loud wasn't a problem when Uldren went out of his way to hurt the Guardian. Granted, it wasn't life-threatening, but it stung like a son of a bitch, and he could only whine and squirm in response. His complaints were minimal, though. Weak protests in the wake of the Prince's insistent need. There was nothing Mac wouldn't cave to where Uldren was involved, and really, if the Prince had demanded it, Mac would have kept the elf for whatever purposes the man pleased. Mac was full of Light, like any Guardian, but there was no doubting that his association with the Prince of the Awoken cast a shadow that took him down some unusually dark paths.
Not that he was complaining. He didn't even notice the effect it was having on him, and while Light was what animated a man like Mac, a little darkness was necessary to balance a man. They were, whether they realized it or not, necessary for one another. Mac was all light and goodness at heart and in need of a little darkness and gravity to anchor him while Uldren was dark and bitter, and needed Mac's light to push his boundaries and inspire greater deeds. Together they were nigh unstoppable, and that included their passions. Granted, Uldren usually had to start the fire, but there was no denying that Mac had absolutely no problem taking a slow burn and turning it into something nuclear, when the moment permitted.
The Guardian obeyed without hesitation, only taking enough time to undo the buckles and snaps on his pants, freeing the space for Uldren to do as he pleased, whether it was as quick as getting him off or as committed as rolling him over and having him right there in the middle of the storm. At that point, Mac didn't care - all the talk of jealousy and intimacy had riled him up enough that Uldren could have stripped him naked in the middle of the woods and paraded him about shamelessly and he wouldn't have made a single protest. His own hands - still gloved, rough and warm - scraped up and down Uldren's back before drifting lower, gripping the man's ass and squeezing, kneading the curves. Lips usually too busy moving while the Guardian ran his mouth busied themselves trading kisses, sucks and bites on the other man's neck.
"Ooh my God, I need you so much right now, you don't even know," Mac gasped against the other man's skin, one hand still massaging Uldren's bottom while the other moved forward, rubbing between the man's legs, following the shape of him held beneath fabric and leather. Forget the elf...the elf was nothing.
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Not that he was complaining. He didn't even notice the effect it was having on him, and while Light was what animated a man like Mac, a little darkness was necessary to balance a man. They were, whether they realized it or not, necessary for one another. Mac was all light and goodness at heart and in need of a little darkness and gravity to anchor him while Uldren was dark and bitter, and needed Mac's light to push his boundaries and inspire greater deeds. Together they were nigh unstoppable, and that included their passions. Granted, Uldren usually had to start the fire, but there was no denying that Mac had absolutely no problem taking a slow burn and turning it into something nuclear, when the moment permitted.
The Guardian obeyed without hesitation, only taking enough time to undo the buckles and snaps on his pants, freeing the space for Uldren to do as he pleased, whether it was as quick as getting him off or as committed as rolling him over and having him right there in the middle of the storm. At that point, Mac didn't care - all the talk of jealousy and intimacy had riled him up enough that Uldren could have stripped him naked in the middle of the woods and paraded him about shamelessly and he wouldn't have made a single protest. His own hands - still gloved, rough and warm - scraped up and down Uldren's back before drifting lower, gripping the man's ass and squeezing, kneading the curves. Lips usually too busy moving while the Guardian ran his mouth busied themselves trading kisses, sucks and bites on the other man's neck.
"Ooh my God, I need you so much right now, you don't even know," Mac gasped against the other man's skin, one hand still massaging Uldren's bottom while the other moved forward, rubbing between the man's legs, following the shape of him held beneath fabric and leather. Forget the elf...the elf was nothing.