[Cor tries to arch into the kiss, the way Regis tilts his chin up to claim his mouth, velvet voice giving way to the satin heat of the older man's tongue, devouring him. The sound Cor makes is decidedly uncharacteristic, a needy moan, loud and wanton, fingers tugging harder at Regis' hair. He can't arch up much, Will's weight anchoring him down and the stretch of his neck just awkward enough in Regis' hold that he can't get the leverage with his shoulders he needs to.
Instead he's left with a hand on either of them, shuddering beneath the tow of them, nails digging hard into Will's side, dragging down over pale skin to leave ragged welts. He can hardly breathe but what air he does find he pushes back out, loud and eager and so very encouraging. It's a dream, surely it must be, no matter how vivdly real the sharp pain of teeth is or the dizzying way Regis leaves him breathless. None of this could be real even if he oh so desperately wants it to be, clinging hard to his lovers like he might be swept away if he loosened his grip.]
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Date: 2020-05-19 05:31 am (UTC)Instead he's left with a hand on either of them, shuddering beneath the tow of them, nails digging hard into Will's side, dragging down over pale skin to leave ragged welts. He can hardly breathe but what air he does find he pushes back out, loud and eager and so very encouraging. It's a dream, surely it must be, no matter how vivdly real the sharp pain of teeth is or the dizzying way Regis leaves him breathless. None of this could be real even if he oh so desperately wants it to be, clinging hard to his lovers like he might be swept away if he loosened his grip.]