[The trailing kisses earn another happy little sound, Cor's arm tightening around Regis to give him a gentle squeeze. It's about all he can think to do just now if his hands are staying where they are. Not that he won't argue more shortly but he can hardly concentrate on that.
Not when Regis' words are so achingly sweet, enough to put a faint wobble into Cor's breath, tipping his head so he can try, lazily, to catch his King's lips. No no, stop teasing and come here so he can kiss you properly, Regis. That is far too sweet and romantic for him to be able to come up with any remotely sufficient response, not when words all seem to float out of grasp so easily.]
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Not when Regis' words are so achingly sweet, enough to put a faint wobble into Cor's breath, tipping his head so he can try, lazily, to catch his King's lips. No no, stop teasing and come here so he can kiss you properly, Regis. That is far too sweet and romantic for him to be able to come up with any remotely sufficient response, not when words all seem to float out of grasp so easily.]