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Uldren isn't sure what to say by the time Boone was done speaking. He felt pretty conflicted about everything: he wanted to pursue whatever the hell this mess was, but he also had a strong sense that he shouldn't. It would be a distraction from finding a way home and getting back to his plan to free his sister. To free Mara. He could be with her again...

But what did taking a little time for himself really hurt? everythingobrothermine Why couldn't he enjoy himself a little? havingfundoesntgetyouhomeobrothermine Surely his sister must be okay, right? imtrappedicantgetoutineedyouobrothermind A hero... saviorofthequeenherofotheawokenyouwillbelovedobrothermine

Uldren had to ever so slightly shook his head to press the voices away so that he could think straight about what was going on right now instead of focusing on the whispering. If he didn't enjoy living with Boone he would have moved out as well. Boone kept his nose out of Uldren's business and the conversation was usually pretty surface level, they figured out a way to generate manna in a way that they could agree on, they were good drinking buddies, he helped Uldren keep a clearer head.

"I guess you're not," he said as he moved closer, not quite realizing what he was doing until he'd already done it. He was belatedly worried that Boone might recoil, but it was too late to do anything about it. He wasn't really sure what else to say. "I, uh, admit I probably would be somebody's sculpture by now if not for you."

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He wonders why Uldren shakes his head, and just as Uldren moves closer he reaches out as if to put a steadying hand on his shoulder. He stops himself as Uldren gets closer, but there's still concern in his expression. He wants to ask if he's okay, but he seems to have righted himself, so... maybe Boone was just reading too much into it?

In any case, he realises they're pretty close again, and more shockingly realises he doesn't really mind. This feels different to the times before when they've just held hands, and he'd be a fool not to recognise the lingering memory in his mind of when they'd kissed for that brief second- he still feels Uldren's lips on his if he really focuses on it, but he tries to push that away.

"Yeah... I'd be one too, I bet." He lowers his hand and sets it beside Uldren's. There's a rising guilt in his chest with every move he makes, thinking of Carla, of how it ended for her. But Uldren isn't Carla. Hope mingles with the guilt. "Heh. You'd make a better statue than me. Nicer to look at." There's a rare smile as he looks away, down at their hands. His fingers fiddle with the fabric of the couch as if unsure what to do with them. "Kinda glad we're both still moving, though."

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When Boone didn't recoil from the familiarity and closeness it was a relief to Uldren. He knew that Boone could be rather standoffish and touch averse at times and his concern was getting close like this would push him away, especially after so soon an apology for what happened. His fingers brushed against Boone's, and if that seems okay his hand would slowly cover the other man's as he fiddled with the couch. Fingers aligned as if he would lace their fingers together but that didn't come.

The thought of Jolyon crossed his mind as their hands touched. He hurt to think about, centuries of relationship, anyway, gone after their trip to the Garden together. And the Garden was certainly more important, yes, and he didn't know why Jolyon didn't understand that. Maybe they really had just run out of things to say to each other after so long. Maybe Jolyon just grew tired of Uldren's play and curiosity. Maybe it was time they found someone new.

"I think you are, again, selling yourself short." Boone wasn't as unattractive as he seemed to think he was. He was strong and a bit rough and there was certainly something attractive about that. "I much prefer you here with me, though."

A pause.

"I don't think you'd be much for conversation as a statue, I mean," he hastily added. You know, in case the tone of what he said before was a little too comfortable.

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The hand on his is comforting. He missed this kind of touch, and after denying himself any kind of contact with others for so long... it's been two years since Carla died. He thought he could shut himself away forever, and maybe he might have, but this place... it forced Boone to get closer to Uldren than he might have let himself under normal circumstances. And now when he glances up, he sees a man that he's become rather fond of.

"Yeah, I wouldn't be much good for a lot of things if I couldn't move." Is that innuendo? Boone isn't actually smooth enough to have meant it that way, but if Uldren wanted to take it as such he'd let it slide.

"I, uh. I like being here with you, too." It feels strange to admit it and internally he's still partly screaming at himself to retreat, to hide. This can only go wrong. And after Carla, does he deserve this? But the part of him that feels warm under Uldren's touch and finds comfort in his gaze- it's winning out, slowly but surely.

He turns his hand over underneath Uldren's in order to lace their fingers together properly. For the Manna, he tells himself. He can feel it now, building between them. Yeah... just for the Manna.

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If Uldren were to be honest with himself he would have admitted that he missed the even menial affection he afforded Boone as well, but he wasn’t honest with himself. He was confident that this was something that he was going to regret or would otherwise go wrong just like it had with Jolyon. People ran out of things to say or their attention was drawn elsewhere. This wasn’t going to be a permanent thing, and even if it was Boone was only human.

He still liked the contact even if he didn’t want to admit to it though. He felt a pull when Boone admitted he enjoyed their combined company as well. He couldn’t recall the last time someone other than his sister more than tolerated his presence and he felt an ache in him. He didn’t like being alone but nobody understood his purpose and what he was here for. They didn’t understand his loyalty. The thoughts floated away as Boone turned his hand over and laced their fingers together. Uldren could feel a heat at the back of his neck and he could feel the wine going to his head.

He set his glass on the table as he considered what to do next. He knew that doing anything could be a complete mistake and risked messing everything up, but he also wanted to be selfish. He wanted to feel better and the Manna felt good when they were doing minimal syncing so a kiss would be more, right? And that would feel even better, right? And it was all just for the synchrony and manna and saving this doomed place, right? A kiss to be a hero, right? It wasn’t self serving. It wasn’t a lack of impulse control. He just had to do it and have no regrets. He just had to do it or he would forever wonder.

Uldren used his free hand to gently tilt Boone’s face towards him and pressed their lips together much as Boone had done when they were in Balleymallet, all worries be damned. All he could hope was if Boone didn’t want this he would be gracious and polite.

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He had a feeling things were heading this way, so when Uldren finally leans in and kisses him it's not a surprise. He does pause for a moment, a second of wondering if this is the right thing to do.

He thinks of Carla- would she approve? Surely not but... she could understand, right? He's in a world where not doing this kind of thing gets you killed, and Carla would never want Boone to crystallise. He knows she loved him and wouldn't want him to suffer. Maybe at this point he's just looking desperately and selfishly for reasons to kiss Uldren back, though.

Maybe that's reason enough? Just that he... wants to? The Manna between them is so inviting, the whiskey making him feel warm. Uldren's lips on his make his chest ache with guilt, but there's a flutter of something else too. A little thrill amongst the confusion. He decides to chase it.

He squeezes Uldren's hand, pulls away to set his own glass down, and then moves in close again and initiates his own kiss. To hell with it. A part of him that perhaps wasn't there before he arrived here now realises what he wants, and he's going to go for it. His touch is surprisingly gentle as his fingers thread through Uldren's hair, before his hand settles at the back of his neck.

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Uldren could feel Boone's hesitation and it gave him second thoughts. Did he just mess up? Was this about to go south in a similar way that it did for Boone? Had he just torn down Boone's entire apology and set them back to that awkward place they had been at? He could feel his gut twist into a knot as he felt regret wash over him. He wasn't sure why he was upset by this, really. Boone was relatively close to nothing to him in the grand scheme of things (he tried to tell himself) and had no substantial basis for a relationship more than acquaintances doing what they needed to get by (he tried to convince himself).

It was only because Boone squeezed his hand that Uldren didn't lose all heart. He was still worried about it, yes, but then Boone leaned in for another kiss. He wouldn't admit out loud how relieved that made him feel and how much he found himself wanting Boone to kiss him again. The way the other man's fingers threaded into his hair and settled at the back of his neck only made his lips tentatively part because he wanted more. While there was a firmness in his touch, he was also attentive and would back off if Boone hesitated, push forward if he found Boone wanting.

Tentatively, his free hand came to rest on Boone's knee. While Uldren definitely had no intention of pushing this any further on his own, he did want Boone to know that he was willing to entertain more if he wanted. Now or in the future.

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His breath hitches a little as the kiss deepens, and certainly he wants more. He doesn't know how much more exactly, but the Manna flowing through him is so pleasant and the feel of Uldren so close to him is exhilirating. He thought he'd forgotten what it was like to feel the giddy rush of kissing someone... but his tongue works better like this than it ever will when he's trying to talk, that's for sure. It slides over Uldren's in a practiced way, and he lets out a soft sigh through his nose.

Manna aside, he likes this. He likes Uldren, he's good company and could perhaps be called a good friend one day. He doesn't want to consider they could be more in the future, but he hopes they do this again. Though he worries that getting too close to Uldren will be a mistake somehow... he tries to push that aside for now. Uldren is far older and more experienced in looking after himself. The Courier didn't die, so maybe Uldren will be fine too?

His hand tangles in Uldren's hair and his kiss becomes a little more aggressive, and he hopes he's not pushing too far. He's just caught up in the moment, caught up in actually feeling positive about something for a change.

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That it all seemed so well-received truly was much more than what Uldren even hoped for. He hadn't expected this eagerness and want from Boone, not by a long shot. The initial hesitancy was more in line, and outright rejection was the more realistic expectation. That he could put his tongue to use for more than just biting snark and near enough to empty small talk was a relief and very welcome change as he felt his pulse start to quicken. It had been a long time since he'd done this and he was discovering how much he'd missed it.

Some part of him liked to think he would be just as enthusiastic with anyone else but a very tiny piece of him knew that wasn't true no matter how much he wanted it to be. There had to be something present for Uldren to go with this and, somehow, Boone had managed it. Uldren would figure out ways to dismiss it and minimize it later, sure, but right now he wasn't thinking too much except for how good the Manna felt, how much he liked Boone's warmth, how much he was enjoying Boone's mouth.

Boone's assertiveness was met with an almost purr of pleasure from Uldren as approval. His hand slid up to Boone's thigh as he awkwardly pressed himself closer and matched Boone with the kiss. Uldren didn't even realize the way his fingers slightly gripped Boone's leg - mostly for stabilization, yes, but not solely for that purpose - and the way his thumb ever so slightly stroked his inner thigh.

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He might have stopped here, might have pulled away- but Uldren's thumb on his inner thigh causes of spark of desire to run through him, and he has to bite back a surprised moan. It's all so... intense. Is it the Manna? His Gembond? Just Uldren? He can't tell but it's so hard to make himself pull back.

So he doesn't. He decides to see how far he can go with this, letting go of Uldren's hand so that he can rest it on his shoulder and keep him in place. He'll let Uldren back away if he wants to, but while he seems eager Boone decides he'll hold him to that.

He finds he wants Uldren's hand to move closer, his mind focused on it far more than he should be. Another wave of want rushes through him and though he vaguely realises it's not quite the norm for him, he's not fighting it either. The idea of Uldren's hand on him almost makes him shiver, and his mind starts to wander until he's slowly starting to press against his pants a little. He doesn't notice, not yet.

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Uldren was beyond his concern that Boone would pull away. It was clear that he was wanting more from this when the other man rested his hand on his shoulder. Uldren was more than willing to keep entertaining this and take it all the way if that was what Boone wanted. He had never once known when to quit while he was ahead, always taking things as far as he could and usually just a little too far.

Uldren's hand slid slowly up Boone's thigh. He wanted to feel Boone squirm from pleasure and from want, and he wanted to feel Boone beneath him. He wanted their bodies to be pressed together at this moment and he wanted to know what that felt like. At a surface level, he blamed the manna and the synchrony for wanting this, but he knew deeper down that he wanted it because he craved the touch and he wanted to be closer to Boone.

Before he reached Boone's forming erection his touch slid to the outside of Boone's hip just to tease him. Uldren used the touch on his shoulder as an excuse to draw closer and his free hand found it's way up Boone's side to his chest, gently pushing down to encourage him to lay back so that Uldren would be on top of him. He wouldn't force it if Boone didn't want it but with how Boone had been just as willing to play things out and how eager the kiss felt Uldren thought that this was probably okay, probably not overstepping.

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Feeling Uldren move closer, Boone is ready to do the same until he feels the hand at his chest. He pauses for a split second before complying, slowly easing himself backwards and shifting his legs in the process so that he's not bending himself in half. It's a little awkward, but he manages.

He doesn't know what Uldren intends right now but he's honestly eager to see where it goes. Maybe he doesn't want to have full blown sex or anything- he's never done that with a man before and he can't have his first time on a whim, he needs to prepare mentally. But fooling around? He can do that.

His hand moves from Uldren's shoulder to slide down his side and then to his lower back, toying with the fabric idly. He suddenly imagines taking it off, what they'd feel like skin to skin. His own shirt feels restrictive and tight on his body, and he wonders if Uldren feels the same way. His fingers find the hem of his shirt and while he doesn't start pulling on it, he does slip his hand underneath the fabric to touch Uldren's bare back properly.

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Uldren definitely helped Boone get resituated as they shifted position. He wanted this to be as easy and painless as possible else they may lose this momentum and the spell would be broken. He knew that he probably wouldn't be able to take this all the way (despite his best efforts) but it had been such a long time since he'd gotten even this far and he wanted to take it as far as he could. Everything felt so good and he wanted more. By the time Boone was on his back beneath him he could feel the pressure in his own pants.

Uldren shivered as Boone's hand found his skin and he interrupted the kiss with a choked huff of pleasure. His lips dragged lightly over Boone's skin as he moved to press them to Boone's neck over and over as one of his hands just about mirrored Boone's movements: it found the waist of Boone's pants and for a moment his thumb slipped beneath the waist just to tease, then slid up over the man's hip and up his shirt with a surprisingly light touch.

He wanted to lose the shirts just as much as Boone likely did - the fabric was starting to feel uncomfortable against his skin and starting to feel like it was hindering him but it was not quite so annoying that he was moving to pull it off quite yet. He almost wanted Boone to ask, or just pull it off him himself. If Uldren would be honest he wasn't going to last like this very long before he pulled his shirt off - and he'd be more than happy to help Boone with his - but for now he hoped Boone would just go for it.

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The kissing to his neck makes Boone squirm a little as Uldren had hoped for- he's sensitive there, and combined with the hand creeping up his shirt he finds the courage to start tugging impatiently at Uldren's.

"Take this off." It's a demand more than a request, husky with arousal- but quiet, meant only for Uldren even in a house where nobody could hear them. Boone has never been a talkative one in bed, but he knows how to voice what he wants when he needs to.

That said he's still new to being with another man, so when he feels Uldren's erection against his own after shifting beneath him, the unexpected thrill catches him off guard. His hips instinctively press upwards to meet it more firmly, and he lets out a soft sigh of his own as the heat builds between his legs. He hasn't been this turned on in a while. Now it feels almost overwhelming.

His head had tilted back to allow Uldren more access, but now he looks expectantly down at the other man. He lets go of the fistful of his shirt, leaving it riding up halfway to his chest, waiting for Uldren to take it off himself.

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As Boone started tugging at his shirt Uldren gave a low chuckle. The demand seemed to please him more as he kissed Boone’s neck once more and matched Boone - he spoke in a hushed voice and just for the man beneath him, tone low and maybe just a little bit mischievous. “Yes, sir.”

He made it a point to grind against Boone as he pushed himself up so that he was sitting on his heels - this was going to be a bit of a production. Half lidded eyes looked down to Boone and his hair - normally always in place just so - was a bit messy. He made a small production of grabbing the shirt by the back of the neck and pulling the shirt over his shoulders and head in one smooth motion like a model for a commercial and then tossed the shirt to the side.

The way Uldren held himself and moved demanded that he be looked at and admired. He might be the smaller of the two physically, but he certainly had enough pride and arrogance personality for the both of them. He would tease Boone and ask him what he thought of the view, but Uldren was thinking less with his brain and more with what was between his legs.

He leaned back down to Boone to kiss his jaw and roll his hips forward to press against Boone again after having sat back, then whispered into his ear, “it’s your turn.”

He would help him sit up enough to take his shirt off if he decided to go along with it, ever careful about making sure Boone didn’t lose his hat.

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Boone doesn't hide the way his eyes take in the view, raking down his frame. He's never looked at another man like this but he can certainly appreciate what he sees. When Uldren leans back in Boone shivers a little at the whisper, before shifting to take off his shades. He leaves them on the floor by the couch, then takes off the beret and sets it on top of them. It means he can take off his shirt without worrying about them.

He is, as ever, far less graceful than Uldren. Yet he moves with purpose, lifting himself off the couch enough to be able to grip the back of his own shirt and tug it off. He dumps it off to the side and lets Uldren get a good look, a little self conscious being under his scrutiny. Uldren does have that piercing gaze of his, after all.

He rests his hands on Uldren's hips while he's preoccupied, however briefly- and he rolls his hips up again to feel the ache between his legs sated for a moment before it comes back with a vengeance. He's fully hard by now, and the outline of his cock is visible in the pants he'd chosen to sleep in.

For a moment, he's almost clouded with enough lust to ask Uldren to take him right there and then. But he controls himself, and with a shuddering breath he runs his hands up Uldren's back gently.

"First time I've done anything like this with a guy." He seems a little nervous about admitting it, but he's not going to hide it either. "Not sure I can go as far as you maybe want right now, but... we don't have to stop, exactly."

One hand stops at his upper back- the other cups his cheek though, and he hopes Uldren doesn't pull away. "It's not all or nothing, right?"

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Uldren reveled in the way that Boone looked at him. He loved being admired and appreciated like this - it fanned his ego. This was a view that was only for Boone. When Boone took his glasses and beret off he was pleased, really. The tan-line from the beret on Boone's head didn't even register as he pulled back just enough to take in Boone's shirtless form. It was clear that Uldren liked what he saw from the wolfish smile forming on his lips as he pressed himself back against Boone.

The heat of Boone's hands on his hips felt good and his mind admittedly drifted to imagining the feeling on his cock, but he was pulled from the thought as a look of surprise crossed Uldren's face and he couldn't hold back the soft moan that escaped his lips and into Boone's ear. He was so hard that it hurt and Boone's teasing didn't help. Uldren's cock was every bit as outlined in his own pants, with absolutely nothing left to the imagination at this point.

He was back to kissing Boone's neck - gentle kisses just under the jaw and down to where his shoulder and neck met - but he stopped when Boone said he wasn't sure he was ready to actually have sex yet. There was a very minor disappointment to Uldren but he didn't seem surprised. His hand came up to brush along Boone's cheekbones with the back of his fingers, his eyes following the movement.

"No, it's not all or nothing." A mischievous little smile formed back on lips as the hand trailed down his neck and Uldren's gaze shifted to meet Boone's. "There's plenty we can do like this," he said as his own hips rolled and bore down on Boone as a punishment for the man doing it to him earlier.

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He should have expected the grinding down, but he didn't somehow. He gasps and pulls Uldren in closer, hands both reaching down to grab his ass and push down as he presses up against him in response. He realises that he's having the same issue with his pants as he was having with his shirt- they're too tight and restrictive right now, what with his erection pressing firmly against the front. His hands move up to trace along Uldren's waistband, stopping at the front by his hips, where his fingertips knead gentle circles into his skin and dip ever so slightly under his pants as they move.

"Don't need these in the way anymore, right?" He tips his head to murmur it breathlessly in Uldren's ear, admittedly eager to see what he's hiding under there (even if neither of them are hiding much at this point). He wonders how he'll feel in his hands, where he likes being touched. His cock twitches at the thought, and he might have been irritated with his wandering mind if it didn't feel so damn good to let it run wild.

One of his hands stops moving and instead slides down to finally, boldly, palm at Uldren's cock through his pants as he moves back to where he can see the other man's expression. He doesn't break eye contact, no shame or hesitation left in him at this point- not now that he's made his terms clear. He wants to see the pleasure on Uldren's face.

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Uldren could feel the heat of Boone's hands on his ass as he gripped hard and pulled down while grinding up in response - it drove him crazy and made him dizzy with pleasure as he groaned. It was hard to notice how tight his pants were when they were pressed so tightly together and he was already resigned to not pushing himself into Boone. He would let Boone set the pace and boundaries. Fuck, though, it was hard to hold himself to that with Boone's fingers teasing him and Boone's voice in his ear.

He was about to answer, to agree that he didn't need his pants after all, not really, not if Boone wanted to see what was under them, but his voice died in his throat as Boone took him in hand. He couldn't stop himself from pressing firmly into Boone's hand in a senseless moment of pleasure. His eyes were closed as he concentrated on keeping himself grounded but it was clear that he was enjoying himself and it probably had been quite some time since he'd done this. His eyes opened into a half-lidded gaze that directly met Boone's. He was very close to the other man, easily within range to steal a kiss.

"Do you want me in your hand or not?" He was throbbing in Boone's hand, positively aching for more. His hips slowly rolled forward again as his own hand reached down and he found Boone. Ever in the spirit of competition, his hand had slipped inside of Boone's pants at the crotch so that Uldren's bare fingers ran against Boone's bare cock, along the underside from base to head. It was Uldren's turn to watch Boone's face. "What are you waiting for?"

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His eyes flutter closed briefly as Uldren touches him finally, before he looks up at him from behind his lashes and gives his cock one more squeeze before moving to push his pants off his hips. He wants to look down but instead he leans in and kisses Uldren again, his fingers doing the exploratory work for him.

Trailing his fingers underneath his cock, he soon finds the head and toys with it using his thumb. He rubs his finger over the slit after circling the head, and then finally deigns to curl his fingers around him properly. He strokes him once, getting a feel for how Uldren reacts.

His own cock aches for more stimulation and he shifts uncomfortably beneath him. He'll let Uldren take off his pants though. For now he strokes again, breaking the kiss and huffing impatiently against his lips. "Your turn."

He can't help the smile. It's rare for anyone to get more than one quirk of the lips from him in a day but then again, nobody has been able to touch Boone since he met Carla. His fears of losing Uldren to some disaster or another will inevitably come back but for now he's pushed that aside, spurred on by kisses and whispered words. And a healthy dose of Ruby effects no doubt, but mostly he just likes Uldren.

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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 has to hold back a soft whine at the sight of Uldren sitting down by his cock like that. And when he takes him in his mouth he lets out a choked moan, muffled automatically against his hand. The other hand runs through Uldren's hair, tightening in it whenever something feels particularly good. He's not particularly small in the size department so he's used to holding his hips back usually, but it's been long enough that he's struggling, precum beading at the tip.

He never would have thought those unusual eyes would be looking at him like this but goddamn if it isn't hot as hell. He can't look away, toes curling slightly as he releases a shuddering breath and tries to collect himself a little. He doesn't say as much but his gaze is appreciative- Uldren looks good down there. And if he's half as good at using his mouth for sucking dick as he is talking, Boone thinks he's in for a treat.

Or torment. Depends on how Uldren feels he supposes.

He allows himself one lift of his hips, small and not enough to really do much but sate the urge he has to thrust into that mouth briefly, the smile effectively wiped off his face and replaced with a look of concentration as he tries to keep himself in check.

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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.

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Boone considers it for a moment. He's used to being gentle on his lovers for the most part, but Uldren is a whole new experience and what if he just...

He lifts his hips again after Uldren starts to bob his head in earnest, a silent challenge. He wonders how far the man could take him. The fact that he knows Uldren is stroking himself too makes him squirm again, wanting to be doing that for him but also not wanting to lose the warmth of Uldren's mouth. He lets his head fall back instead, eyes closing and thighs tensing.

He would rather they finished together, with Boone's hand around Uldren's cock, but he certainly won't be mad if he finishes like this, either. His hand tightens in Uldren's hair, free hand moving to grip a pillow beneath him. It tightens every time Uldren teases his slit or drags his tongue along the underside of his length.

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Uldren gave Boone a gentle squeeze in response to his hips lifting, though the look in Uldren's eyes most closely resembled amusement. He enjoyed the challenge issued, the way Boone squirmed beneath him. He wondered if Boone wanted to just shove his head down onto his cock, push himself deep into Uldren's throat so that he choked on him. It was appealing, yes, though Uldren had an idea that this was likely not Boone's nature. Oh, he loved the way Boone gripped his hair though.

Well, Uldren could certainly entertain a notion. As much as he'd like to say it was for Boone it was really a selfish venture: he just wanted to see the man squirm. Maybe he would be lucky enough to hear that same choked moan muffled with the back of a hand. Uldren's hand pulled away from Boone's cock as he started to take Boone in his mouth. It was so deliberate the way he took Boone's cock, Uldren making it all the way down. His hands found their way to Boone's inner thighs, thumbs teasingly rubbing towards Boone's manhood as Uldren started the journey up again, his tongue dragging along Boone the entire way back up.