[It's strange. Regis--unlike Cor--knows reality from fantasy, but there are still moments where he finds himself wondering if he, perhaps, has slipped into some kind of dream. He will never get used to seeing Cor like this. So eager, unrestrained and bold. It takes his breath away and makes him wonder, once more, how he had managed to miss all the signs over the years. Aulea hadn't, so why had he?

Of course, that is a question that requires more focus and thought than Regis has to give it at the moment. Not with Cor kissing him so hard and then pressing his weight into him with such abandon as if he would make them one being if possible just so he could be forever close to his king.

Regis lets one hand slide down to rest in the swell of Cor's back, fingers pressing the young man closer even as he rises himself to meet him. His other hand threads its way up into his lion's hair, finger still tingling where Cor's tongue had licked at it only moment ago.

Eventually, he has to stop the onslaught of kisses, if for no other reason, than so he can respond to Cor's last statement.]

My apologies for having made you wait so long. We'll have to repeat this many times to make up for it...and perhaps you will even let me watch you prepare yourself for me someday.