Uldren felt Mac let go and followed within seconds, thrusting wildly into the man's hand. The way the rough glove scraped the delicate, sensitive skin of his dick even as he climaxed just made things perfect. It was obviously still hard for Mac to really enjoy causing his lover pain, or rather, to comply with Uldren's demands for it, so having the man keep his glove on was a boon for both of them. It gave him that little bit of pain he absolutely needed to finish, and it meant Mac didn't have to do anything too overt.
Win-win.
He fell back, reaching up to hook a hand around Mac's nape to make sure the man didn't move too soon. Uldren moved his head a bit, lips curling up into a smug, amused smile as he murmured against Mac's warm ear, "Good boy Mac. Don't move much yet, I like having you just like this . . ." His mouth wandered lazily over the Guardian's cheek, jaw and temple, bestowing a combination of licks, sucks and nips.
Of course, it was still cold and wet, and as the euphoria faded, Uldren sighed and gave Mac's jaw one last kiss. He suppressed a shiver and gave the Guardian a "go ahead" gesture to clean them both up with the hand that had been on the man's nape. He sat up as soon as Mac moved and pulled the cloak tight around his shoulders, waiting only long enough for the Guardian to finish with him before he huddled next to the fire. Uldren watched Mac clean himself up with a faint, satisfied smile and slid an arm around the man's waist when Mac came to sit next to him. He sighed with content then looked up as a faint noise came in over the sound of the rain.
The elf actually came back. Huh. Uldren's eyes flicked from the elf, who looked awfully smug, to the rabbit he tossed down and back again. Meat for shelter? It seemed reasonable to him, although he had only the vaguest idea how to cook something like that. As many talents as he had, survivalist skills weren't any of them. In theory, he knew that you had to gut and skin the animal then roast it over a fire, but he'd never actually done something like that.
Instead, he focused on the elf himself, noting just how wet the kid was and how smug that smile he wore. Uldren had a shrewd idea that catching that rabbit hadn't taken the elf all that long, so what had he been doing to get so wet? His mouth slowly curled into a matching smirk as he gazed up with half-closed eyes, looking like a cat that just finished a bowl of cream.
"Mac. Ask the elf where he was all this time. It didn't take him more than five minutes to catch that rabbit, I'm sure of it. He was out there watching us. He was spying on us to see if we were what you said we were." Not that he blamed the kid for taking precautions, since he would have done the same. However,that meant . . . Uldren chuckled softly, the sound somewhere between sinister and satisfied, and gave the elf a feral smile, "The little ass watched us Mac. He watched us fuck, and I'd bet he jerked off to it too. Ask him Mac. Ask him if the show was good enough to impress him, and ask him if he thinks he could survive a session with us."
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Win-win.
He fell back, reaching up to hook a hand around Mac's nape to make sure the man didn't move too soon. Uldren moved his head a bit, lips curling up into a smug, amused smile as he murmured against Mac's warm ear, "Good boy Mac. Don't move much yet, I like having you just like this . . ." His mouth wandered lazily over the Guardian's cheek, jaw and temple, bestowing a combination of licks, sucks and nips.
Of course, it was still cold and wet, and as the euphoria faded, Uldren sighed and gave Mac's jaw one last kiss. He suppressed a shiver and gave the Guardian a "go ahead" gesture to clean them both up with the hand that had been on the man's nape. He sat up as soon as Mac moved and pulled the cloak tight around his shoulders, waiting only long enough for the Guardian to finish with him before he huddled next to the fire. Uldren watched Mac clean himself up with a faint, satisfied smile and slid an arm around the man's waist when Mac came to sit next to him. He sighed with content then looked up as a faint noise came in over the sound of the rain.
The elf actually came back. Huh. Uldren's eyes flicked from the elf, who looked awfully smug, to the rabbit he tossed down and back again. Meat for shelter? It seemed reasonable to him, although he had only the vaguest idea how to cook something like that. As many talents as he had, survivalist skills weren't any of them. In theory, he knew that you had to gut and skin the animal then roast it over a fire, but he'd never actually done something like that.
Instead, he focused on the elf himself, noting just how wet the kid was and how smug that smile he wore. Uldren had a shrewd idea that catching that rabbit hadn't taken the elf all that long, so what had he been doing to get so wet? His mouth slowly curled into a matching smirk as he gazed up with half-closed eyes, looking like a cat that just finished a bowl of cream.
"Mac. Ask the elf where he was all this time. It didn't take him more than five minutes to catch that rabbit, I'm sure of it. He was out there watching us. He was spying on us to see if we were what you said we were." Not that he blamed the kid for taking precautions, since he would have done the same. However,that meant . . . Uldren chuckled softly, the sound somewhere between sinister and satisfied, and gave the elf a feral smile, "The little ass watched us Mac. He watched us fuck, and I'd bet he jerked off to it too. Ask him Mac. Ask him if the show was good enough to impress him, and ask him if he thinks he could survive a session with us."