[He barely needs any encouragement to open his mouth to Will, letting the smaller man taste as deeply as he pleases. Somewhere in the back of his mind there's a curious thought, that he doesn't taste the way he'd expected. Usually whatever his mind supplies him with in these sorts of dreams was something sweet and warm, spicy in a way, smoky almost. Tastes he associates with the smell of smoldering coals that links so powerfully to Regis in his mind.
It's utterly unrealistic but he doesn't know that.
One hand holds firmly to Will's side, fingers pressing in hard, keeping the violet haired boy tight against him. The other slides up his side, skims uncertainly over his hair. He's not sure what to do with his hand but the passion of the kiss is intense and powerful and he feels like he might drown in it. So he does the most natural thing in the world.
He reaches out for the steady, anchoring presence of his King, whimpering high and needy into Will's mouth as his fingers curl tight around Regis' forearm. He doesn't remember it ever being this hard to breathe either but he's dizzy with it already.]
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It's utterly unrealistic but he doesn't know that.
One hand holds firmly to Will's side, fingers pressing in hard, keeping the violet haired boy tight against him. The other slides up his side, skims uncertainly over his hair. He's not sure what to do with his hand but the passion of the kiss is intense and powerful and he feels like he might drown in it. So he does the most natural thing in the world.
He reaches out for the steady, anchoring presence of his King, whimpering high and needy into Will's mouth as his fingers curl tight around Regis' forearm. He doesn't remember it ever being this hard to breathe either but he's dizzy with it already.]