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"I know." He lifts his free hand to touch Uldren's cheek, and though he doesn't smile there's clear affection in his own gaze. "I want to."

He's been thinking about it ever since they first fooled around, though he only realised he was ready for more very recently. Uldren has been so patient, and he's grateful for that. Ultimately this decision isn't to "reward" Uldren for that patience, though. This is something Boone wants as much as he knows Uldren wants it.

"Got no intention of doing anything I don't wanna. You know that." Uldren should know him that well by now.

Uldren knew well enough that Boone wouldn't do anything he didn't want and he really knew that Boone wouldn't have brought it up unless he genuinely meant it. It never hurt to be careful though. He had no interest in taking this next step unless Boone genuinely wanted it. He gently took Boone's face in his hands and kissed him. It started out gently before Uldren pushed it into continuing what they had started on the porch, his fingers looping around Boone's belt loops and pulling him by the belt loops with him as he slowly walked back to his room.

He let the momentum of the kiss - of Boone's movement - push him against the door and he encouraged it. He pulled Boone's pelvis to him as he continued the kiss. He would give Boone this moment of perceived control before he fumbled for the doorknob and stepped into the room proper. He started to tug at Boone's shirt, hands starting up Boone's stomach then chest to push his shirt up. He'd return the gesture by taking his own off, then he would pull Boone back into a kiss as he started to rub the man through his pants.

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.

Uldren gave a low chuckle as Boone undid his pants nad slipped a hand inside, taking a sharp breath in with a just as sharp exhale as Boone started playing with him. He pulled Boone closer with a sharp tug of his pants as he started to undo them, his voice low in Boone's ear. If it made Boone's grip around his cock a little awkward it was intentional, meant to draw attention to it.

"Someone's eager for me today." Uldren kissed Boone's shoulder as if to say he was forgiven for some transgression, then he got Boone's pants undone and pushed them over his hips. "Take those off." It was a command - not that Boone necessarily needed it, but he was feeling a little bossy at the moment. He pulled himself out of his own pants before directing Boone down to lie on his back on his bed.

Their lips met again as Uldren crawled on top of him. One of his hands opened a drawer in a nightstand and fished out a bottle of lube, which he applied to his fingers before that hand found itself massaging his ass. Once he'd done that for a few seconds he slipped one finger in as his other hand started to stroke Boone's cock lazily as more of a tease than with the intent of doing anything worthwhile. He slowly fingers Boone to give the man a chance to grow accustomed to the feeling again, though he would speed up some as long as Boone was receptive.

Bossy is fine with Boone. He does as he's told and lies on the bed, and he groans as he feels a finger slip into him. The toying with his cock in combination with the fingering has him hard by now, and he experimentally pushes down on the digit and tightens around it.

He doesn't demand anything- Uldren is in charge right now and he won't fight that too hard, save for some challenges here and there. But it's obvious by the way he soon starts squirming a little under the touches that he's getting impatient, his breath becoming shaky and his hands gripping Uldren's back hard, fingernails digging in. He kisses back eagerly, bucking his hips a little.

The way Boone tightened around his finger was so incredibly hot as he thought about what it would feel like around his cock. Uldren had to admit that he had been looking forward to crossing this line at some point and to have Boone so eager beneath him only made him the more excited. As Boone’s nails dug into his back Uldren pulled his fingers out and started to stroke himself - mostly to get whatever lube was leftover on himself, but also to make sure he was hard and to buy him a moment as he started to grind himself against Boone. He broke the kiss to speak softly in Boone’s ear, his voice low and level despite the clear anticipation with each of his shaking breaths.

“Do your best to relax. I’m going to go slowly. Tell me if you need me to stop, alright?” He kissed the side of Boone’s head then pressed himself against Boone’s entrance. He started to to rock his hips to gradually build pressure until his head slipped in. As long as Boone didn’t stop him he slowly continued until he was fully inside of Boone.

By the time he stopped one hand was gripping the sheets tightly. It was difficult for him to take this slow after so long. He wasn’t sure if it felt so good because of how long it had been or if it was because of the magic of this place - he didn’t remember it feeing so good with Jol— it didn’t matter, actually. He was here with Boone now and that’s all he needed to focus on.

It was clear from Uldren’s heavy breathing and his death grip on the sheets next to Boone’s head that him stopping was just as much to collect himself as it was to afford Boone a moment to grow used to the feeling of Uldren inside of him.

The feeling of himself stretching to accommodate Uldren is new and mildly unpleasant at first. He grunts, but he wants this and he's sure there's a reason people do this- if it doesn't end up feeling good in the end, he'll be surprised. He keeps himself relaxed as best as he can, breath trembling as he tips his head towards Uldren and waits for the discomfort to pass.

When he feels ready, he cups Uldren's cheek and pulls him close for a soft kiss. He's still hard despite the ebbing ache he feels, and he eventually pushes down on Uldren just a little to test how it feels when he moves. It feels better this time.

"You can move... I'm okay." He only breaks the kiss to murmur against Uldren's lips, before kissing him again with a little more force.

Uldren collected himself and managed to get his impulses under control as Boone collected himself. As Uldren calmed some he started to press the occasional gentle kiss to the side of Boone’s head. He said nothing as he waited for Boone to process, but the gentle kiss and the way Boone moved (Uldren’s grip in the sheets tightened a little) told him all he needed to know before he spoke.

He didn’t need to be told twice, that was for sure. As their lips met again Uldren started to rock his hips forward. He started again with a smaller and more gentle movement, slowly starting to speed up as long as Boone didn’t complain. This self control for the sake of Boone was agony - he wanted to fuck the man hard and maybe sex was one way to work through all of his pent up anger and frustration, but he knew he couldn’t take it out on Boone. He couldn’t rid himself of it like this.

Now that he was going his hand found Boone’s cock again and he started to stroke him in rhythm of his movements. Uldren was very glad his mouth was occupied with Boone’s else he might make some rather undignified sounds. This felt better than he’d even thought it would even despite him having to pace himself for Boone’s sake.

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