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He squirms as Uldren is hoping for, though he's obviously still holding back. Still, he gets bolder with the way he arches up into his mouth, letting out another breathless sound as Uldren's thumbs creep closer to his cock. He knows the guy is probably getting off on his reactions- he wonders if he'd be enjoying himself half as much if Boone wasn't reacting at all. How could he not, though? It's been so long, and this feels damn good besides.

"Faster-" He mumbles it, surprising himself. His chest rises and falls in shuddering breaths, and while he can't fix Uldren with the gaze he wants to without bending himself at a weird angle he instead settles for pushing Uldren's hair out of his face and holding it there so he can work a little easier.

Uldren absolutely was enjoying the reactions he was pulling out of Boone - it made up for their limit being fooling around for the time being. The way he was squirming made Uldren so hard it just about hurt. He could feel the blood throbbing. He didn't know if he would be having as much fun without the reactions but he didn't need to think about that, luckily. He'd made it all the way back up when Boone mumbled and he chuckled, his hand wrapping back around Boone's cock as he spoke, thumb gently massaging the head and playing with any precum as his hot breath huffed over it with each word. Uldren's other hand found its way back to his cock as well.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Every shuddered breath, the fact that Boone asked? Demanded? For him to go faster was some sort of acknowledgment and, in some jacked-up way, started to fill some hole that Uldren had. He only wanted Boone to wait long enough to ache, then Uldren's mouth was back around Boone and he acquiesced to the other man's request, grateful as Boone held his hair out of the way. He resumed where he'd left off, though now he was making it a point to take more of Boone in his mouth, to go faster as he'd requested. Mouth and hand worked in tandem and was clearly well-practiced. Admittedly there were a few hitches as Uldren played with himself as well - it felt good - but he did his best not to let it interrupt.

His breath comes faster and he has to hold back from jerking his hips into Uldren's mouth as he goes quicker for him. He doesn't know how much longer he can hold out, it all feels too good- but before he can come he pants and pulls Uldren's head up by the hair, a little rougher than he'd meant to.

"Wait- stop." He closes his eyes, lets out a few breaths, then pushes himself up on his free elbow to look down at Uldren. "Come up here." He releases his hair, still on the brink of orgasm and trying not to think about it- but he's flushed and breathless, and he knows he'll come as soon as he's touched again.

"I wanna... I don't wanna forget about you." He can't just leave Uldren to deal with himself, though it does occur to him that Uldren could finish him this way and Boone could return the favour. He's never done that before, though... he doesn't know if he'll be any good at it.

Uldren grew more confident as he continued, stroking himself faster, harder. It was true that he wasn't nearly as close as Boone was but when Boone's knuckles curled tightly into his hair and pulled him up it surprised him. It was incredibly hot, for one, but it also entirely threw Uldren out of the near trance he was in. He could feel himself inching closer and closer to finish, closer and closer to a feeling of release he hadn't given himself in more years than he'd care to count, and suddenly that was thrown to the side.

His own breathing was heavy, just as Boone's was, and he let go of himself so that he could stabilize himself to keep from losing his balance as long as Boone's knuckles pulled at his scalp. Uldren considered getting up and leaving Boone to deal with the precipice he stopped himself at, but something about the way he asked Uldren made him stay put. He didn't lean forward to Boone but he waited for some sort of explanation. What Boone said wiped the huffiness off of Uldren's features and something else took its place.

His expression was hard to read even as he finally did as Boone asked and leaned forward and over Boone. One hand found Boone's hip and he gripped it - not too hard - as he pressed a kiss to Boone's cheek. As he pulled away the hand at Boone's hip started to drag down his leg, to his inner thigh. Uldren watched Boone carefully so he didn't finish, but he wanted to keep Boone teetering on that edge as he leaned in to whisper in the man's ear.

"And what do you propose we do then?"

The way Uldren whispers in his ear almost makes him come right there and then, and he swallows hard before turning his head slightly towards him as his own fingers trail down Uldren's stomach and towards his cock.

"Just... I wanna help." His fingers curl around Uldren but he doesn't stroke yet, waiting for his reaction. Besides, if he strokes him now, Uldren might be in the same predicament Boone is in- about to come at a single moment's notice. Instead his thumb very lightly traces around the head, smearing precum along the tip.

He leaves a kiss on Uldren's cheek- a tender thing, and he huffs soft, hot breaths against his skin afterwards as he waits for a reply. Something tells him Uldren isn't used to being stopped halfway through what he's doing, at least if that irritation he showed was any indication, but he seems fine now... even if Boone can't read him properly right now.

Uldren's breathing hitched in Boone's ear as his fingers trailed down his stomach. His muscles tensed beneath Boone's touch, his back very slightly arching from the pleasure of the touch. He could feel his cock twitch with anticipation the further Boone's fingers went and he had to set his jaw to bite back a groan when Boone's fingers curled around him. No amount of jaw setting could stop his hips from the involuntary twitch forward into Boone's grip and even Uldren knew that though the movement was slight it would be impossible to notice.

His entire body was coiled with tension as Boone's finger trailed over the tip. It was clear he wasn't quite as close to Boone, though he wasn't that far behind. It was one thing for him to do it himself, but Boone's touch just felt so much better. The next time his thumb went around Uldren, again, involuntarily bucked slightly into Boone's hand again.

After Boone kissed his cheek Uldren responded by kissing along his neck, then nipping, gently sucking. He so badly wanted to touch Boone and feel the man finish and tense beneath him but he also wanted to respect that Boone clearly wanted them to finish near enough together so he forced his hands to keep off of Boone's cock and to wander over his body in exploration.

"You know what to do," he breathed into Boone's ear as his hand gently wrapped around Boone's, moving his hand to stroke him.

Boone bites his lip as his hand starts to move, huffing as Uldren bites at his neck. He feels the tension in Uldren's body, the way his hips twitch, and knowing that he's the cause for it is... unbelievably hot.

He teases at first, his stroking slow and pointed. But soon it speeds up, and he encourages Uldren's biting by grabbing at his hair again and letting out a soft sigh. Not quite a moan, but loud enough to be heard. He can feel his hand brushing over his own cock as he moves it and has to move his hand slightly for fear of actually making himself come by accident.

He realises he's going to be a mess after this. He doesn't care. If anything, in this haze of lust, the idea of Uldren coming on him makes him squirm. He moves his hand faster, aching for Uldren to touch him again but knowing he's too close to last for long. It'll be over within the minute after Uldren decides to continue.

Uldren struggled to keep control of himself while Boone teased him. He bucked his hips involuntarily one last time into Boone's hand. Uldren's body spasmed in pleasure with Boone's touch. He groaned as Boone gripped his hair again, tight, holding him in place. Uldren let go of Boone's hand and the nipping grew harder and turned into more love bites than just nips, his sucking growing harder as he made more of a point to try to mark Boone. He wanted to hear that sigh turn into more of a moan.

As Boone moved his hand away from himself Uldren took him gently in hand, giving him a small squeeze just to see what his response would be. It didn't really change what he did next as he started to massage his head with his hand. He knew that Boone didn't have much left in him but at this rate, neither did Uldren. Something about Boone's hand being around him was so hot and it felt so much better than when he was doing it himself. It was all he could do to keep himself above Boone without faltering, as well as to even keep his shaking and unsteady breathing going.

Uldren gets his wish as the biting coaxes a groan from him, the idea of being marked making his cock throb harder. He bucks up with another soft sound as Uldren takes him in his hand, trying to encourage him without words. The word is in his mind- please. He needs this. But with his head tipped back, hand working Uldren fast and hard now, the word that comes out of his mouth is different to what he'd intended: though the meaning is certainly the same.

"Uldren..." It comes out with a hint of pleading in it, breathy and desperate. He lifts his hips into his hand again, choking back another stuttered moan. He can't recall when he was last this sensitive, or perhaps he simply doesn't want to. Either way, he aches in the best way.

It didn’t take much for Uldren to stop teasing and to start stroking Boone fast and hard between Boone’s bucks into his hand, the hot little noises he tried to choke back, his own treatment of Uldren. He wanted to buck into Boone’s hand and fuck it but Boone was already doing all the work and it felt so good and it took all of Uldren’s strength to hold himself up because his focus sure as hell was shot between trying to get Boone off and the feeling of pressure building in his own cock.

He could feel his pulse rising since Boone took him in hand and the pressure was like a dam about to burst as Boone continued. He was working so hard to hold it back. His free hand rested against the other side of Boone’s neck as Uldren stopped his biting to groan against his partner with hot breath. The way Boone whined his name was almost enough to send him over, a little bit of his cum weeping from his tip and eager to be caught by Boone’s hand as Uldren’s entire body tensed with the effort of keeping it back.

“Come on Boone,” he managed. It was less of a plea and as close to a command as Uldren could manage given the situation, though it was weak just because of the effort Uldren put elsewhere.

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