He should have expected the grinding down, but he didn't somehow. He gasps and pulls Uldren in closer, hands both reaching down to grab his ass and push down as he presses up against him in response. He realises that he's having the same issue with his pants as he was having with his shirt- they're too tight and restrictive right now, what with his erection pressing firmly against the front. His hands move up to trace along Uldren's waistband, stopping at the front by his hips, where his fingertips knead gentle circles into his skin and dip ever so slightly under his pants as they move.

"Don't need these in the way anymore, right?" He tips his head to murmur it breathlessly in Uldren's ear, admittedly eager to see what he's hiding under there (even if neither of them are hiding much at this point). He wonders how he'll feel in his hands, where he likes being touched. His cock twitches at the thought, and he might have been irritated with his wandering mind if it didn't feel so damn good to let it run wild.

One of his hands stops moving and instead slides down to finally, boldly, palm at Uldren's cock through his pants as he moves back to where he can see the other man's expression. He doesn't break eye contact, no shame or hesitation left in him at this point- not now that he's made his terms clear. He wants to see the pleasure on Uldren's face.