[He's so far beyond what he's used to there's no real expectations. The response he gets from Regis is surprising though, startling a gasp from him as Regis muffles himself against Cor's heaving chest. His fingers follow the line of his King's back, nails softening to light little snags instead of the full width dragging against his skin. Over the small of his back, curving out toward his hip. Then those fingers catch on the waistband of his pants... And Cor doesn't even hesitate, for all that he might be horrified with himself later.
His hand slides down to palm Regis' ass, squeezing firmly, using the hold to pull Regis down against him as Cor bucks up into his King. A strangled whimper catches in the marshal's throat, hips flexing, desperately trying to maintain the sweet friction of Regis flush against him.]
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Date: 2020-03-09 02:48 am (UTC)His hand slides down to palm Regis' ass, squeezing firmly, using the hold to pull Regis down against him as Cor bucks up into his King. A strangled whimper catches in the marshal's throat, hips flexing, desperately trying to maintain the sweet friction of Regis flush against him.]