Boone follows Uldren to the door, kissing back with as much enthusiasm as the other man. He almost loses his shades as his shirt comes off but they get caught in the fabric which stops them from clattering to the floor- Boone barely registers the process, too focused on the fact that Uldren is rubbing at him through his pants.

He starts to undo Uldren's pants with quick movements, fumbling a little but otherwise well practised in manipulating his hands how he wants. He's quick to slip a hand inside his pants once they're open, curling his fingers around his cock and stroking a few times to get Uldren going.

He's not nervous as he thought he might have been. He's excited, and he knows he's in good hands. If Uldren looks after him here the way he has been, Boone knows he's only in for a good time. That's something he can really appreciate about Uldren. Not everyone would have been so understanding, he's sure.