Between the muffled choked moan and the way Boone's grip tightened in his hair Uldren knew he was doing right and he more than appreciated the tells of everything that Boone particularly liked. Everything about Boone's body language made Uldren pleased, every shuddering breath and toe curl, the choked moan that he tried to muffle. He loved Boone's smile. It was possible that Uldren didn't want Boone to collect himself, but he knew that things couldn't get too out of control.

When Boone's hips did lift Uldren smirked and pulled back so it was just his breath on Boone's cock. Both of his hands find Boone's hips and he pushed down firmly as if to tell Boone no, though his smirk said he hoped Boone did otherwise. One of his hands found himself and he started to stroke himself as he, again, ran his tongue over Boone's slit and took up any more precum that might have built back up. His other hand gripped Boone's hip, dull fingernails digging into his hip a little as Uldren took Boone back into his mouth and his hand released the hip and curled around his cock. Slowly he started to stroke Boone, his head bobbing in time with the movement.