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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?"

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.