It was close to a compliment as he could remember getting from the Crow and that was more than enough to put Mac into a thrilled frenzy. Lust wasn't something the Guardian experienced in a way Uldren understood. Things were muted, for Mac, tied to important words and actions. He needed to feel the moment, needed to know his own feelings were welcome, which meant riding another person's moods. With the prince, that could get a bit difficult. Theirs was definitely a complicated dance, and the wrong word or action from Uldren would sometimes completely ruin a moment. Just then, the man did everything right and Mac was on him, fire spreading on kerosene.

The warlock accepted that sex was off the table (otherwise they'd already be having it) so he redoubled his efforts, reaching up with one hand to grip a handful of Uldren's hair and tugging with the other hand even as he rolled atop the prince and ground their bodies together with a long, low moan. So they Uldren wouldn't concede to anything else? That was fine, but Mac wasn't about to leave their stolen moment unfinished.

"Hnngg, bite me. Go on, do it...hurry up, before he gets back!" Mac rasped, rolling his hips and pumping his hand between their bodies, working Uldren's cock roughly even as he hid anything they were doing from sight.