He shuddered and made an animal sound of need when Mac started to paw at his groin, redoubling his efforts to get at the Guardian's own erection; having Mac help out with undoing his pants and hearing the man's plea didn't hurt either. As he shoved a hand into Mac's pants and finally closed his fingers around the man's throbbing dick, Uldren buried his face in Mac's shoulder to muffle the sounds he was making. Part of him wanted to rip the man's pants off and take him dry, especially since he knew the damage wouldn't last or cause his lover extended pain, but it would be so much faster to just use his hand. Not quite as satisfying though.

Choices choices . . .

He concentrated on the throb of blood through Mac's dick, which he felt against his palm and fingers, almost searingly hot against his skin. Uldren bit his lip and pressed his face more tightly into the man's shoulder, rocking his hips to encourage the man in his own actions. It was just enough to tease him really, between his own tight clothing and Mac's thick gloves, but it still felt damn good.

"Ask for it Mac. Tell me you want it. And rub harder!"