[The joke earns a snort from Cor, unrestrained and amused and the little flicker of flame at his King's fingertip only earns another muffled laugh. Of course, that's before he tips forward to flick his tongue over Regis' fingertip as though he could lick the flame straight from his hand and swallow it down. Not that it didn't feel like he already had, warm air shifting hot as Regis' temperature rises, Cor's body beginning to shine in the morning light.
They'll all need a shower later. Or at least, they would. Except... this isn't real. Or is it? It's confusing and hazy, so much of it more detailed than a dream has any right to be but also so surreal that it can't be anything but. He shakes his head as if to dismiss the thought, flashing a wicked grin over at Will before he does precisely as suggested.
He lays over Regis once more, capturing his lips, hungry kisses stealing their breath as Cor rocks down against his King. The feel of him, eager and wanting, is intoxicating and the younger man tries to burn the sensation into his memory, focusing so hard on the throb of his pulse beneath him, the exact size and shape of him laid between them. At least... until slick, delicate fingers find their place inside him and Cor breaks the kiss with a sharp gasp that turns to a curse, back arching, pressing down against Regis and up into Will's hands in equal measure.]
Oh fu-
[His gaze flickers down to Regis, trying to kiss him again, lips finding lips only for him to draw away with every other breath, moaning and whimpering against his King's mouth. It's dizzying and as his eyes drift out of focus he lays more fully over Regis, breath hot against the older man's ear. Words punctuated by more and more breathy moans as Will worked him open.]
D'you know...? Astrals 've done this to myself so many times. For you. Wanting it to be you.
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Date: 2020-06-12 06:42 am (UTC)They'll all need a shower later. Or at least, they would. Except... this isn't real. Or is it? It's confusing and hazy, so much of it more detailed than a dream has any right to be but also so surreal that it can't be anything but. He shakes his head as if to dismiss the thought, flashing a wicked grin over at Will before he does precisely as suggested.
He lays over Regis once more, capturing his lips, hungry kisses stealing their breath as Cor rocks down against his King. The feel of him, eager and wanting, is intoxicating and the younger man tries to burn the sensation into his memory, focusing so hard on the throb of his pulse beneath him, the exact size and shape of him laid between them. At least... until slick, delicate fingers find their place inside him and Cor breaks the kiss with a sharp gasp that turns to a curse, back arching, pressing down against Regis and up into Will's hands in equal measure.]
Oh fu-
[His gaze flickers down to Regis, trying to kiss him again, lips finding lips only for him to draw away with every other breath, moaning and whimpering against his King's mouth. It's dizzying and as his eyes drift out of focus he lays more fully over Regis, breath hot against the older man's ear. Words punctuated by more and more breathy moans as Will worked him open.]
D'you know...? Astrals 've done this to myself so many times. For you. Wanting it to be you.