The two men were strange. As the elf tended the meat and the fire while the two strangers argued in their own tongue, he couldn't help but think how very alien they were. There was just no comparison for anything he knew back home. His people weren't like that, not in front of strangers anyway. Although he had a shrewd idea of just what it was they were probably discussing. Ilormael glanced at the quiet and definitely dangerous one once or twice and shivered.
That was a predator, and he didn't like the way he was being examined.
Uldren gave the man a sharp look at Ghost's information. It was one thing to make an educated guess, but quite another to have it confirmed beyond a doubt. The Prince wasn't in the habit of putting on free shows, and what he did with Mac was private. As much as he teased and sometimes even fantasized about adding in one or more people to their current trysting, he wasn't really serious. Mara was something else entirely, and Mac just wasn't the sort to even consider asking someone else to join them. In fact, the man probably never even fantasized about other people.
He growled softly and eyed the elf, torn between the desire to confront the boy and teach him not to spy on a Prince, and amusement at the way Mac was clearly trying to sink into the ground in embarrassment. In the end, he compromised. Uldren snatched Mac back against his side and gave the man a breath-stealing kiss. When he was done, he growled at the elf, fairly sure that at least the tone of his voice would give the boy the message.
"Next time you try to watch me fuck this ass, you better expect to lose your eyes kid. I don't do shows and Mac is too embarrassed to ask for extra lovers. Next time, you ask if you wanna jack off to what I do with him. You understand me?" Uldren's voice left no room for doubt, and even someone who couldn't understand the words would be able to read the tone. He was claiming his territory and making it clear as crystal that he was the top dog. It wasn't politic, but Ilormael wasn't exactly a threat, and the rest of his people would clearly rather have them gone than hunt them down.
no subject
That was a predator, and he didn't like the way he was being examined.
Uldren gave the man a sharp look at Ghost's information. It was one thing to make an educated guess, but quite another to have it confirmed beyond a doubt. The Prince wasn't in the habit of putting on free shows, and what he did with Mac was private. As much as he teased and sometimes even fantasized about adding in one or more people to their current trysting, he wasn't really serious. Mara was something else entirely, and Mac just wasn't the sort to even consider asking someone else to join them. In fact, the man probably never even fantasized about other people.
He growled softly and eyed the elf, torn between the desire to confront the boy and teach him not to spy on a Prince, and amusement at the way Mac was clearly trying to sink into the ground in embarrassment. In the end, he compromised. Uldren snatched Mac back against his side and gave the man a breath-stealing kiss. When he was done, he growled at the elf, fairly sure that at least the tone of his voice would give the boy the message.
"Next time you try to watch me fuck this ass, you better expect to lose your eyes kid. I don't do shows and Mac is too embarrassed to ask for extra lovers. Next time, you ask if you wanna jack off to what I do with him. You understand me?" Uldren's voice left no room for doubt, and even someone who couldn't understand the words would be able to read the tone. He was claiming his territory and making it clear as crystal that he was the top dog. It wasn't politic, but Ilormael wasn't exactly a threat, and the rest of his people would clearly rather have them gone than hunt them down.
It worked.