[Cor squirms between them, gasping against Will's skin, unable to remain still when Regis' fingers are dancing fire over his skin, setting his veins alight and making his fingers dig harder into the pale boy beneath him. Each touch, no matter how delicate, makes him jerk, muscles clenching under the spill of heat.
Later he will be glad for this conversation he's not privy to but for now he's far too swept up in sensations to notice any hesitation or lapse in focus from either of them.
Regis hardly has to encourage him to add to the marks, muffling a wavering groan against Will's chest. His teeth scrape over skin, trying to find purchase, fumbling lower instead to finally catch at one nipple. He doesn't really have time to do more than nibble gently before Regis' hand dips beneath the waistband of his boxers, earning another startled gasp, those icy blue eyes gone dark and stormy as he tips his head back to look up at Will. Pupils blown wide, for a moment it's clear he's not really seeing what he's looking at, relishing the touch and, what's more, the promise implied there.
There's an attempt, briefly, to gasp out a name though it's too jumbled to say whose. Then he's grabbing a fistful of violet hair and dragging Will in for a bruising kiss. Hard and demanding and with none of the caution or finesse he's learned over the last months.]
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Date: 2020-05-25 04:17 pm (UTC)Later he will be glad for this conversation he's not privy to but for now he's far too swept up in sensations to notice any hesitation or lapse in focus from either of them.
Regis hardly has to encourage him to add to the marks, muffling a wavering groan against Will's chest. His teeth scrape over skin, trying to find purchase, fumbling lower instead to finally catch at one nipple. He doesn't really have time to do more than nibble gently before Regis' hand dips beneath the waistband of his boxers, earning another startled gasp, those icy blue eyes gone dark and stormy as he tips his head back to look up at Will. Pupils blown wide, for a moment it's clear he's not really seeing what he's looking at, relishing the touch and, what's more, the promise implied there.
There's an attempt, briefly, to gasp out a name though it's too jumbled to say whose. Then he's grabbing a fistful of violet hair and dragging Will in for a bruising kiss. Hard and demanding and with none of the caution or finesse he's learned over the last months.]