[Oh, good. As long as this is a dream, Cor is allowed to be greedy, isn't he? He can voice his desires without fear, without can'ts or shouldn'ts or mustn'ts--because it isn't real, is it? He's escaping from the weight of his duties, hiding in the warm embrace of a fantasy willing to give him everything he's yearned for, for so long.....
The hand in his hair is gentler, now. He has far more freedom of movement. So Will simply hums in satisfaction as Regis steps in to take control, mouth trailing down to industriously start cleaning the cum smeared over Cor's cock with long, eager licks. After all, by the time Regis is ready to indulge him, shouldn't Cor be ready again in turn? It's bound to be messy work--but then again, Cor seems to like it when he's the reason he's a bit unkempt, doesn't he?]
[Too many things happen all at once. Warm fingers turn harsh against his chest, slow sweet licks along his belly turn to a long heavy stroke of tongue along his cock, teeth catch his lip after drowning in his King's kiss.
It's no wonder, then, that he jerks beneath them, a subtle spark like static electricity jumping between his lips and Regis'. It's Will that feels the stronger pulse of unrestrained magic, a surge of delicate lightning tickling across his scalp from the points of Cor's fingers. For a moment he simply gasps and shudders, blue eyes trying to focus on Regis' face. But his King's playful, teasing words have him blinking away the haze, trying to focus despite the way Will's hair clings to his hand with so much static or the way he still trembles beneath that curious tongue.]
Generous?
[A huffed breath, almost a laugh, incredulous. Really, Regis, you act like it's some sort of hardship. Both hands lift to twist into silvered hair, yanking Regis closer to kiss him again and this time it's not slow and languid but a fierce clash of lips and teeth as Cor does his absolute best to devour the older man. The very first time Regis attempts to gain a little space to breathe through the onslaught Cor shifts, one hand dropping enough to nudge Will aside before he deftly uses long limbs and lean muscle to shove Regis back against the bed, kneeling over him and bending down to continue kissing him senseless.]
[A soft chuckle huffs from Regis' mouth when he feels that spark jump between them, knowing exactly what it is and what it means. It's one of the reasons he fights so much to keep control of himself. He is the source of the magic, after all. When his emotions take control of it, things get damaged and people know. Perhaps more than should know.
Of course, Regis has little time to worry about that because a moment after that spark, Cor is devouring him like the lion he is so often compared to. Another laugh bubbles in his throat, but it is lost in the kiss and low moan that follow. Cor won't find him easy prey, for his response is no less intense. He does have to bit back a wince, though, when Cor shoves him back against the bed, the sudden movement twisting his knee in a way that it finds very unpleasant. Fortunately, Cor is eager to continue his assault, so it is easy for Regis to focus on wrapping his arms around the younger man and pulling him closer, fingernails digging into tanned skin even as he lets his tongue and lips clash with Cor's in return.]
[Will can't help but gasp at the tingle of lightning racing over his skin, breath washing hot and heavy over Cor's cock, shuddering under the hand buried in his hair. It should hurt, he thinks--the accidental jolts he's gotten from training his Electabuzz certainly do--, and yet.....
And yet the lingering prickle of nerves only makes him more keen on his prize, eager to start easing Cor's cock into his mouth. He's almost disappointed when he finds himself nudged away instead--but like any good dream creature, Will simply fades into the background now that he's not needed, rolling onto his side and watching the pair with keen interest.
Even Will has to bite back a noise, assaulted by the sudden stab of Regis' pain. Under any other circumstances, he would call the man out on it immediately--is sorely tempted to do so, even now. But..... well, after all this hard work getting Cor to this state, he doesn't want to make the poor thing feel guilty. He can understand why Regis isn't saying anything, as much as he dislikes it. But later..... later, when they have a moment to themselves, Regis is going to get scolded whether he likes it or not.]
[He doesn't mean to be quite so dismissive of Will but his focus is so single-minded, so intense on Regis that he doesn't think much about what the smaller man might do once he's been moved. Surely he'd hop back in somewhere? Whatever.
The only thing that matters is his King, moaning beneath him, nails sharp points of pain that make him break the kiss to gasp briefly. Then he's arching up into that hold, shuddering at the harsh press of fingers, taking a moment to shift back a little. It only takes a moment of squirming and adjusting his position to settle himself down with Regis' erection trapped against the man's stomach with his weight.
Firm heat rubbing up against his taint, his balls, his own cock that is slowly trying to resume it's interest in what's going on.]
Reggie. Let me-?
[Let him what? He's not even sure what he'd meant to continue with. It doesn't matter, though, as long as he can make Regis lose himself. As long as he can please his King.]
[The way that Cor's shift in position frays Regis' control is reflected in how the temperature in the room suddenly rises. The weight and heat against his erection make it very hard for him to think of anything else, especially when he can feel the occasional twitches that show Cor's own erection is returning. He leans up into the younger man, pressing him down with fingertips that now carry a heat that has nothing to do with the heat in the room.
When Cor draws back to ask his question, he will find that Regis' green eyes have darkened to the point that the golden flecks show almost like motes of sunlight. He waits for the young man to finish his sentence, but when he doesn't, a soft chuckle slips from his mouth and he leans forward so he can speak his reply right against Cor's lips.]
Do whatever you want, my beautiful lion. Show me exactly how your wondrous mind wishes to please me.
[The look in Regis' eyes is enough to make him shudder alone, hips rolling down against the older man eagerly. He may not have experience on his side but he has a good idea of how things could proceed. But wrapped up in this dream space he doesn't know where to look or even where to start.
He looks around quickly, uncertainly, glancing down at Will and biting his lip briefly before looking past him to the nightstand. He's never done this before, not exactly, but he knows some sort of lubricant needs to be involved.
Well... maybe he'd sort of done this, once or twice, fingers buried inside himself, panting and desperately wishing it were his King.]
[Both. Definitely, definitely both. Even not touching him, Reggie is heating the room like a furnace; he can feel beads of sweat trickling down his neck and chest, and making long hair cling to his face. And just how can he ignore just how enticing it is, watching these two together, feeling the fever pitch Cor is working Regis into? How can he not graciously help these budding fantasies become reality?
Will doesn't reach for the nightstand, doesn't even look at it as he sits up. Nevertheless, the drawer opens, and a bottle obligingly comes to his hand--the same spicy chai-scented lotion they had swiped from Regis months ago, if the older man bothers to look. He smiles sweetly at Cor, making an encouraging little "go on" gesture.]
He's not going to kiss himself. Just relax and leave everything to me, gorgeous~ ♥
[Even aside from keeping Regis occupied, he'll need the shifted position to give him space to work. How is he supposed to get Cor ready if he can't squeeze a hand between them, after all?]
[Even distracted as he is, Regis can't help but acknowledge Will's horrible--and wonderful--joke in some way. He raises one hand from Cor's back and shakes a teasing finger in the violet-haired man's direction. For just a moment, flame bursts to life on the end of his finger before vanishing as he returns his hand to its previous enjoyable task.
He's about to catch Cor in another kiss in hopes of dispelling some of his nervousness so he will finish an actual full sentence when he hears the door of the nightstand open and sees the bottle float out. Of course Will wouldn't actually move to get it. Why lose such a nice view, but there is something else that catches his attention more.]
Is that where my lotion disappeared to?
[Regis can't help but be very amused, but there is also a small part of him that is oddly touched. In some way, he's been with them all this time and he never even knew it.]
[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.
[Will only laughs aloud at both the playful scolding and the question. If the way he's smirking is any indication, he's completely unrepentant about both. After all, they'd both thought it was funny, no matter how bad it was, hadn't they? And of course Cor would want to keep something that smelled like his King, especially before he'd been allowed to just have him.....
That smug satisfaction only grows as he gets to work, watching the pair intently to enjoy the show. With Cor so focused on Regis like this, he can take all the time he wants to get Cor ready--and to tease him mercilessly while he recovers, until he needs this just as badly as Regis does.]
[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.
[It starts with a flicker of a cocky grin, the expression driven away with a particularly clever twist of Will's fingers inside of him. The teen's hips jerk, pressing back, meeting the resistance of Regis' hand on his back and then pressing hard down into his King.
It is clear they needn't have worried about his recovery time, already near fullness as he works himself back on Will's fingers.]
You'd like that? [Breathless, strained and thrilled and he leans back to offer Regis a smile, something that would be full of the bravado of his youth if he weren't so thoroughly distracted by their touches. He glances back at Will, lip caught between his teeth, unsure if the two of them would agree to let him push forward the way he wants to, so badly.]
Yes. Only a fool would not wish to watch one a fine inside as out as you are. Do you have any idea how hearing you say that makes me feel?
[Regis takes a finger of his free hand so he can trace it along his jaw before bringing it up to trace over his lips as well. Even with all the heat that he is dumping out into the air, Regis feels like he's being burned up from the inside out, a knot of flame swirling in his stomach and groin. it's quickly becoming unbearable.
Fortunately, the familiar way Cor' bites at his lip distracts him if only for a few seconds.]
What is it you are thinking, beautiful lion? Tell us what you desire so we may give it to you.
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The hand in his hair is gentler, now. He has far more freedom of movement. So Will simply hums in satisfaction as Regis steps in to take control, mouth trailing down to industriously start cleaning the cum smeared over Cor's cock with long, eager licks. After all, by the time Regis is ready to indulge him, shouldn't Cor be ready again in turn? It's bound to be messy work--but then again, Cor seems to like it when he's the reason he's a bit unkempt, doesn't he?]
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It's no wonder, then, that he jerks beneath them, a subtle spark like static electricity jumping between his lips and Regis'. It's Will that feels the stronger pulse of unrestrained magic, a surge of delicate lightning tickling across his scalp from the points of Cor's fingers. For a moment he simply gasps and shudders, blue eyes trying to focus on Regis' face. But his King's playful, teasing words have him blinking away the haze, trying to focus despite the way Will's hair clings to his hand with so much static or the way he still trembles beneath that curious tongue.]
Generous?
[A huffed breath, almost a laugh, incredulous. Really, Regis, you act like it's some sort of hardship. Both hands lift to twist into silvered hair, yanking Regis closer to kiss him again and this time it's not slow and languid but a fierce clash of lips and teeth as Cor does his absolute best to devour the older man. The very first time Regis attempts to gain a little space to breathe through the onslaught Cor shifts, one hand dropping enough to nudge Will aside before he deftly uses long limbs and lean muscle to shove Regis back against the bed, kneeling over him and bending down to continue kissing him senseless.]
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Of course, Regis has little time to worry about that because a moment after that spark, Cor is devouring him like the lion he is so often compared to. Another laugh bubbles in his throat, but it is lost in the kiss and low moan that follow. Cor won't find him easy prey, for his response is no less intense. He does have to bit back a wince, though, when Cor shoves him back against the bed, the sudden movement twisting his knee in a way that it finds very unpleasant. Fortunately, Cor is eager to continue his assault, so it is easy for Regis to focus on wrapping his arms around the younger man and pulling him closer, fingernails digging into tanned skin even as he lets his tongue and lips clash with Cor's in return.]
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And yet the lingering prickle of nerves only makes him more keen on his prize, eager to start easing Cor's cock into his mouth. He's almost disappointed when he finds himself nudged away instead--but like any good dream creature, Will simply fades into the background now that he's not needed, rolling onto his side and watching the pair with keen interest.
Even Will has to bite back a noise, assaulted by the sudden stab of Regis' pain. Under any other circumstances, he would call the man out on it immediately--is sorely tempted to do so, even now. But..... well, after all this hard work getting Cor to this state, he doesn't want to make the poor thing feel guilty. He can understand why Regis isn't saying anything, as much as he dislikes it. But later..... later, when they have a moment to themselves, Regis is going to get scolded whether he likes it or not.]
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The only thing that matters is his King, moaning beneath him, nails sharp points of pain that make him break the kiss to gasp briefly. Then he's arching up into that hold, shuddering at the harsh press of fingers, taking a moment to shift back a little. It only takes a moment of squirming and adjusting his position to settle himself down with Regis' erection trapped against the man's stomach with his weight.
Firm heat rubbing up against his taint, his balls, his own cock that is slowly trying to resume it's interest in what's going on.]
Reggie. Let me-?
[Let him what? He's not even sure what he'd meant to continue with. It doesn't matter, though, as long as he can make Regis lose himself. As long as he can please his King.]
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When Cor draws back to ask his question, he will find that Regis' green eyes have darkened to the point that the golden flecks show almost like motes of sunlight. He waits for the young man to finish his sentence, but when he doesn't, a soft chuckle slips from his mouth and he leans forward so he can speak his reply right against Cor's lips.]
Do whatever you want, my beautiful lion. Show me exactly how your wondrous mind wishes to please me.
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He looks around quickly, uncertainly, glancing down at Will and biting his lip briefly before looking past him to the nightstand. He's never done this before, not exactly, but he knows some sort of lubricant needs to be involved.
Well... maybe he'd sort of done this, once or twice, fingers buried inside himself, panting and desperately wishing it were his King.]
I- I don't?
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[Both. Definitely, definitely both. Even not touching him, Reggie is heating the room like a furnace; he can feel beads of sweat trickling down his neck and chest, and making long hair cling to his face. And just how can he ignore just how enticing it is, watching these two together, feeling the fever pitch Cor is working Regis into? How can he not graciously help these budding fantasies become reality?
Will doesn't reach for the nightstand, doesn't even look at it as he sits up. Nevertheless, the drawer opens, and a bottle obligingly comes to his hand--the same spicy chai-scented lotion they had swiped from Regis months ago, if the older man bothers to look. He smiles sweetly at Cor, making an encouraging little "go on" gesture.]
He's not going to kiss himself. Just relax and leave everything to me, gorgeous~ ♥
[Even aside from keeping Regis occupied, he'll need the shifted position to give him space to work. How is he supposed to get Cor ready if he can't squeeze a hand between them, after all?]
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He's about to catch Cor in another kiss in hopes of dispelling some of his nervousness so he will finish an actual full sentence when he hears the door of the nightstand open and sees the bottle float out. Of course Will wouldn't actually move to get it. Why lose such a nice view, but there is something else that catches his attention more.]
Is that where my lotion disappeared to?
[Regis can't help but be very amused, but there is also a small part of him that is oddly touched. In some way, he's been with them all this time and he never even knew it.]
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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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That smug satisfaction only grows as he gets to work, watching the pair intently to enjoy the show. With Cor so focused on Regis like this, he can take all the time he wants to get Cor ready--and to tease him mercilessly while he recovers, until he needs this just as badly as Regis does.]
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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.
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[It starts with a flicker of a cocky grin, the expression driven away with a particularly clever twist of Will's fingers inside of him. The teen's hips jerk, pressing back, meeting the resistance of Regis' hand on his back and then pressing hard down into his King.
It is clear they needn't have worried about his recovery time, already near fullness as he works himself back on Will's fingers.]
You'd like that? [Breathless, strained and thrilled and he leans back to offer Regis a smile, something that would be full of the bravado of his youth if he weren't so thoroughly distracted by their touches. He glances back at Will, lip caught between his teeth, unsure if the two of them would agree to let him push forward the way he wants to, so badly.]
You like watching, Majesty?
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[Regis takes a finger of his free hand so he can trace it along his jaw before bringing it up to trace over his lips as well. Even with all the heat that he is dumping out into the air, Regis feels like he's being burned up from the inside out, a knot of flame swirling in his stomach and groin. it's quickly becoming unbearable.
Fortunately, the familiar way Cor' bites at his lip distracts him if only for a few seconds.]
What is it you are thinking, beautiful lion? Tell us what you desire so we may give it to you.