[That is more like it. Will kisses him senseless, the pressure of the smaller man's knee against him enough to make him wrench his mouth away, sucking in a ragged gasp. The implication in Regis' words, as though this sort of thing is expected is even more delightful, and then Will issues that challenge and Cor shudders between them.
Oh gods.
Will's mouth goes to his neck and Cor arches beneath the assault, pressing his face into Regis' hand, mouthing as hungrily at his King's fingers as Will is at his neck.]
R-Regis...?
[High and hopeful and needy even as he tries to find a way to squirm closer without interrupting the lips and -Sweet Shiva!- teeth on his skin. Regis, his perfect, beautiful, elegant King. His voice rich and smooth as velvet, enough to make Cor tremble all over again as his fingers seek purchase against whatever he can find to curl his fist into... which just so happens to be long silvered hair.]
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Oh gods.
Will's mouth goes to his neck and Cor arches beneath the assault, pressing his face into Regis' hand, mouthing as hungrily at his King's fingers as Will is at his neck.]
R-Regis...?
[High and hopeful and needy even as he tries to find a way to squirm closer without interrupting the lips and -Sweet Shiva!- teeth on his skin. Regis, his perfect, beautiful, elegant King. His voice rich and smooth as velvet, enough to make Cor tremble all over again as his fingers seek purchase against whatever he can find to curl his fist into... which just so happens to be long silvered hair.]