[Perhaps it should be surprising, perhaps no so much, at least in hindsight. How long has Cor waited? How many years has he wished and dreamed? Add the wine on top and could this have gone any different direction?
Regis recognizes the signs perhaps a split second before Cor does and that gives him just enough time to look up from that last nip and take in the sight of the expression on the man's face, and oh, if it's not a beautiful thing to behold watching his lion fall and then fly in the very same heartbeat. Has another ever seen him like this so exposed, vulnerable and free? A small, selfish part of Regis hopes the answer is 'no' and will remain that way, but he knows that is wrong. There are others who deserve to see this. Others who don't have someone waiting for them back home.
His gaze lingers on Cor's face for a moment longer before he tucks his head into the crook of Cor's neck and lets his body rest its full weight on the man below him. Gentle kisses replace the nips from before as he gives Cor time to come back to himself.]
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Regis recognizes the signs perhaps a split second before Cor does and that gives him just enough time to look up from that last nip and take in the sight of the expression on the man's face, and oh, if it's not a beautiful thing to behold watching his lion fall and then fly in the very same heartbeat. Has another ever seen him like this so exposed, vulnerable and free? A small, selfish part of Regis hopes the answer is 'no' and will remain that way, but he knows that is wrong. There are others who deserve to see this. Others who don't have someone waiting for them back home.
His gaze lingers on Cor's face for a moment longer before he tucks his head into the crook of Cor's neck and lets his body rest its full weight on the man below him. Gentle kisses replace the nips from before as he gives Cor time to come back to himself.]
That's it, my love. My lovely lion. Thank you.