Uldren's breath hitched with the squeeze and he pulled his hand from Boone's pants to finish removing his own. Uldrne's normal easy grace was starting to fail as he clumsily fumbled the pants down his legs until they were around an ankle, kicking it off so it landed somewhere that he didn't care about, away, off of him. His breathing's heavy as their lips met again and he's so hungry as he kisses back. He wants so much more but he wouldn't go there, no, as much as he wanted to.
He shivered as Boone's fingers trailed up again and shuddered as his thumb started to toy with him. Uldren shuddered with Boone's touch and it was clear that Uldren was a mess of arousal and want. His own hand trailed down Boone's side to find Boone through his pants and he teased Boone in a similar way to what he'd done earlier. He knew that Boone was uncomfortable and wanted some kind of release but Boone wasn't going to give it to him. His movement stopped as he even hesitated in the kiss at the stroke - he had to take a moment to collect himself. Fuck his hand was so warm around him.
Boone didn't have to tell him twice, no. Uldren gave a shaky chuckle and he kissed Boone's jaw, kissed his neck, paused to nip his neck, then he shifted his weight back to his knees so his hands could fumble with Boone's waist. He kissed his way down Boone's chest, and by the time he made it to Boone's stomach his gaze shifted up to look at Boone and watch his expression, and he slowed down as he reached the lower part of his stomach and made it to his pants. As Uldren worked the pants further down he continued kissing with his greedy mouth. He got Boone's pants all the way off and tossed them to the side before his tongue found purchase at the base of Boone's cock, his hand supporting Uldren's new toy.
Uldren's orange eyes glowed with the same mischievous knowing of a cat about to knock over a glass of water. His tongue dragged up Boone's length with a practiced speed - fast enough to create pleasure, slow enough to make Boone crave more. As his tongue found Boone's head, well, he gave Boone a little bit of his own medicine; his tongue circling his head and then going over the slit in mimicry. Then, slowly, he took Boone's head in his mouth as he kept watching Boone's face. He craved the expression the man made.
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He shivered as Boone's fingers trailed up again and shuddered as his thumb started to toy with him. Uldren shuddered with Boone's touch and it was clear that Uldren was a mess of arousal and want. His own hand trailed down Boone's side to find Boone through his pants and he teased Boone in a similar way to what he'd done earlier. He knew that Boone was uncomfortable and wanted some kind of release but Boone wasn't going to give it to him. His movement stopped as he even hesitated in the kiss at the stroke - he had to take a moment to collect himself. Fuck his hand was so warm around him.
Boone didn't have to tell him twice, no. Uldren gave a shaky chuckle and he kissed Boone's jaw, kissed his neck, paused to nip his neck, then he shifted his weight back to his knees so his hands could fumble with Boone's waist. He kissed his way down Boone's chest, and by the time he made it to Boone's stomach his gaze shifted up to look at Boone and watch his expression, and he slowed down as he reached the lower part of his stomach and made it to his pants. As Uldren worked the pants further down he continued kissing with his greedy mouth. He got Boone's pants all the way off and tossed them to the side before his tongue found purchase at the base of Boone's cock, his hand supporting Uldren's new toy.
Uldren's orange eyes glowed with the same mischievous knowing of a cat about to knock over a glass of water. His tongue dragged up Boone's length with a practiced speed - fast enough to create pleasure, slow enough to make Boone crave more. As his tongue found Boone's head, well, he gave Boone a little bit of his own medicine; his tongue circling his head and then going over the slit in mimicry. Then, slowly, he took Boone's head in his mouth as he kept watching Boone's face. He craved the expression the man made.