[Regis, unfortunately--or perhaps fortunately--hasn't tried the wine. He knows full well that is what one of the special drinks is, but he has no idea its effect. As a result, he has no idea what Cor is talking about. It's not like he smells of wine, after all. Well, his breath might, but Cor is nowhere near close enough for Regis to test that.
Of course, Cor may be just about to fix that if the heat in his gaze is any indication.]
What have you been drinking, my affectionate little lion?
[Regis reaches up to brush his fingers against the side of Cor's face even as he turns his own head a bit into his friend's touch. If Cor is gearing up to kiss him as it seems, he won't mind returning it, but he wants to make sure he is acting of his own will and for no other reason. Aulea would forgive a kiss; in fact, were she here, she would be taking blackmail pictures of the tangled mess they are now, laughing the whole time, but she would never forgive him if he took advantage of Cor even on accident.]
[Regis tilts his head into Cor's hand and he hums a soft contented sound. His King touches his face and he turns to press a kiss against the other man's palm. The nickname is enough to make him melt, a faint shiver, letting himself lower his body over Regis', pressing them against one another from knee to chest.]
The wine is... very good.
[A low murmur, words felt more than heard as Cor leans over the younger man. It's a matter of sheer stubborn will that keeps him from kissing Regis immediately. Instead there's a light brush of noses, an affectionate little bump, lips hovering just above his King's.]
May I?
[Because even like this, even with the wine making his limbs weak and his lips ache for touch he cannot bear to take advantage of Regis. No matter how willing he might seem Cor has to ask.]
[It is the very fact that Cor still asks his permission that convinces Regis that, despite his head being a little muddled by what seems to be very good wine, he is in enough control of himself for this to be okay. That is why, when Cor comes closer, Regis lets the hand that had been trailing along his face to slide its way into his friend's short hair. His other hand comes to rest over the one so gently cradling his face.]
I shall be very disappointed if you do not. [Regis shifts one leg so he can wrap it around Cor's, then leans up to close the scant distance between them.]
You've never disappointed me before. Don't start now.
[Regis wraps a leg around him and Cor's breath rushes out in a sharp exhale, urging Cor to settle more heavily over his King, letting himself be drawn closer by the pull of that leg. The words barely make it out of Regis' mouth before Cor is forcing him into silence. Lips crash against lips, this time without the painful desperation that had fueled their first kiss. No, this time it is relief that drives him, making him groan against his King's mouth.
This is what he had wanted -needed- to quell the heat singing through his veins. He had kissed others but none were so satisfying as the softness of his King's lips, lips he is all too eager to part so that he may taste the other man more deeply.]
[Cor's groan is met by a sigh of contentment as Regis allows his friend the access he wants so badly. Even if it took a nudge from the wine, he is glad to see Cor acting on his emotions without so much worry about the line where they must stop. When it comes, they will know it. Until then, they should enjoy what they have been given the chance to enjoy.
Regis lets his hand slide down to Cor's neck so he can pull the other man closer, his tongue darting out to tease and taunt his friend's with slight touches, coaxing him to continue his exploration for as long as he pleases.]
[Worrying, about the line, about where Regis might stop him, about... well pretty much anything is the last thing on Cor's mind. No, he's far too eager to kiss Regis breathless, chasing those teasing flicks of tongue enthusiastically. There's even a momentary nip at the younger man's lower lip when those teases interrupt, challenging back.
Unfortunately Cor, despite Will's best efforts, is not nearly so skilled or experienced with kisses as Regis himself. His lungs demand he pull back to drag in a ragged breath long before his lips are satisfied.]
Reg- [He doesn't even get the full nickname out, gasping in another breath, looking down at the other man with wonder, lips reddened with kisses and laid out on the carpet beneath him. Astrals but he's breath taking. Cor's fingers slide into those slicked back curls, tangling at the nape of Regis' neck and tugging his head back. This time when Cor descends on him it is not his mouth but his throat that the Marshal plies his lips to. It gives him a few moments to catch his breath and also yet more space to play, to learn his King's reactions.]
[If it is reaction that Cor seeks it is reaction that he gets. The first comes when he threads his hands into Regis' hair to pull his head back. The hand his king has cupping the back of his neck tightens, pulling him down in a direction he is already very willing to go. A shuttered breath, a soft sound of approval, and the further arching of Regis' neck are all reactions to the very moment Cor's lips find skin. He would love to be able to see the expression on Cor's face--to see him as he gives into what he has hidden for so long--but the sensation is a good trade off for that, especially with his lips find the gentle scar that is hidden by the edge of his goatee. The first touch brings a soft groaning while further exploration brings a curling of Regis' toes and a breathless whisper of Cor's name.]
[Regis pulls him down and Cor obeys that silent request all too eagerly. It's actually strangely satisfying, having his King's hands on him, encouraging him, guiding him to the best places to be. His lips skim over that spot, the faint divots and indents where something sharp has been pressed in over and over again, hard enough to have drawn blood on multiple occasions. It's a strange place for a scar, especially one so precise.
Cor's lips move over the spot, feeling out each little point of scarring, lips parting to let him flick his tongue over the delicate skin at the underside of Regis' jaw. It's hearing Regis murmur his name like that, that has him shuddering above his friend, breath hitching on a gasp. He's not sure this is what Regis would prefer exactly but Will certainly likes it and the delicate peppering of scars leads him to believe that Regis will as well.
So he opens his mouth wider, tilting his head to fit his mouth over those scars, teeth dragging over the skin, trying to find purchase, re-positioning a little, then biting down softly. The press of teeth isn't hard but the pull of suction is strong enough to make it burn all the same, his breath rushing out through his nose as he works over that patch of skin, the grip on dark curls utterly unyielding.]
[If the murmur of his name has Cor's shuddering, one has to wonder what Regis' reaction to that bite will cause him to do because of how much stronger it is. Regis arches up into him harder, everything blanking out for a moment so that what was suppose to be a cry of Cor's name ends up being an undefined sound instead. As everything fades in again, a memory follows the rush of sensation--a memory of another equally as enthusiastic at undoing his defenses in such a way. There was so much pleasure found in the giving of control and the undoubted trust present in that moment that is echoed in the actions occurring now. It is wonderful, but also troubling and there is part of Regis' mind that feels it disrespectful to both his wife and Cor to allow the blurring of memory and current situation to continue. They need to be individual. Distinctive. So, as much as he is enjoying Cor's onslaught, he uses the leg that isn't wrapped around his friend as leverage to switch their potions, settling himself proudly over his friend and diving back in for a hard kiss of his own without giving either of them a moment to catch their breath.]
[Cor would be honored to be compared to someone as beautiful and perfect as Aulea. But that is, in it's own way, discounting himself and his own value. Again.
Not that it matters when Regis is abruptly flipping him, his back hitting the floor with absolutely no resistance, startled to find his King on top of him. For a fleeting moment he thinks that this is it. He's gone too far, done too much, pushed past Regis' boundaries. And that would be fair, especially with that cry still in his ears. Too much, too far.
He barely has time to focus on the other man above him, an apology forming on his lips. An apology that Regis drives from his mind with the force of that kiss. Cor's hands seek purchase on his King's back, trying to drag him down closer even as he arches up to meet him, breath rushing out in ragged pants when he can find a moment between dizzying kisses. When he can manage more than half a breath it's the other man's name on his lips, practically a sob, needy and desperate and one of the rare occasions that it's his nickname that Cor uses.]
For just a split second, Regis had considered not going for the kiss right away after switching their positions. He'd felt the urge to make sure it was okay with Cor to do what he had. For no matter the necessity of keeping the memories separate, he didn't want Cor to feel uncomfortable, but even that brief pause for approval would have given Cor more reason to think something was wrong. Regis realizes that the moment he sees the worry cross Cor's face. The kiss is surely hard enough to drive any of those worries away, but just to make certain, once he breaks the kiss--with Cor's whispers of his nickname ringing in his mind--he leans forward to growl a warning into the man's ear.]
[Regis leans over him and Cor sucks in a desperate breath, one arm wrapping around his King, the other hand clutching at his side first before scrambling down to yank his shirt away, fingers worming under fabric to find warm skin. He doesn't even make a conscious decision to do it but he mirrors the position Regis had been in almost immediately, one leg lifting to hook over Regis' hip. There's words in that growl against his ear but it takes him far too long to decipher them, head lolling to one side, offering himself up to Regis, cursing softly under his breath.]
Six!
[Apologize? Was he- maybe? Does it matter?
He manages to shake his head a little, dismissing any further thought of apologies or, honestly, anything beyond the feel of his friend pressing him into the floor.]
That's better. [Regis can't help but chuckle at Cor's response, his breath warm against the other man's ear. Ah, how often has he had to search for buttons after something like this, though Cor, for the moment at least, has not damaged his shirt too badly. He obviously needs more encouragement. Regis is not about to tear open the shirt Cor is wearing, though, not where there is not a button to be seen. No, it's much easier to just send it whole to the Armiger instead.
Maybe he will return it to Cor later. Maybe.
Once the cloth is out of the way, Regis hums happily, lips making their way down Cor's throat to his collarbone where he can't help but sink his teeth into his friend's tanned skin.]
[Breathing is not supposed to be this challenging. Is it? Maybe it is. He's absolutely dizzy with the rush of it all. Sensation forcing away all logic. His shirt literally vanishes and he has a moment to just stare at the other man in surprise. Even with the crackle of the armiger it's hard for his mind to catch up with what exactly happened. Who would think to do something like that?!
Aulea... She had undoubtedly done the same to Regis gods know how often.
He hardly has time to make that connection though because the moment Regis sets teeth against his collarbone Cor cries out, startled and also so impossibly pleased. His fingers clench in the fabric of Regis' shirt, jerking it hard, barely noticing how many of the buttons give way so that he can open the shirt, one sad lonely button clinging on at Reggie's throat. Short ragged nails drag across the younger man's back, using the leverage to press up into him, eager and needy.]
[Regis can't help but release the hold long enough to chuckle against Cor's skin. Well, so much for his shirt. The poor thing is now only holding on by a thread, but it was worth it. So worth it to get that moment of shocked confusion and then the cry. He is about to see if he can pull another one of those from Cor's throat when his lion rakes his nails down his back. Regis is torn between pressing down into Cor and pressing up into those sharp nails. His cry would be as loud as Cor's had been if it wasn't muffled against the other man's skin.
Does he know? Regis isn't the only one borrowing tricks from Aulea apparently. Cor is too.]
[He's so far beyond what he's used to there's no real expectations. The response he gets from Regis is surprising though, startling a gasp from him as Regis muffles himself against Cor's heaving chest. His fingers follow the line of his King's back, nails softening to light little snags instead of the full width dragging against his skin. Over the small of his back, curving out toward his hip. Then those fingers catch on the waistband of his pants... And Cor doesn't even hesitate, for all that he might be horrified with himself later.
His hand slides down to palm Regis' ass, squeezing firmly, using the hold to pull Regis down against him as Cor bucks up into his King. A strangled whimper catches in the marshal's throat, hips flexing, desperately trying to maintain the sweet friction of Regis flush against him.]
[Back home the shift between harsh and gentle had a purpose and its purpose was to force Regis to lose himself in the sensation instead of letting his mind drift back to what was going on beyond their bedroom doors. Here the effect is the same, even if the person who is causing him to lose himself is different. A barely audible 'so bold' is whispered into Cor's skin before Regis lets himself fall into the sensation, grinding down against Cor as he bucks upward. While it is not intentional, Regis can't help but take another nip along Cor's collarbone. One nip and then another. It's addictive. Just as addictive as hearing the whimpers coming from the man beneath him.]
[Whimpers that come only more readily with the answering press of Regis' body. Each little nip makes his breathing stutter and falter over sharp gasps of his King's name. He was already quite worked up before Regis had pounced on him and now he's left squirming desperately beneath the younger man.
It should be embarrassing, how incredibly easy it is for Regis to completely take him apart. He's meant to have better control over himself than this but beneath the onslaught of sensation, wet lips on his skin, hands firm on his body, the hot eager press of Regis above him... he's absolutely overwhelmed. Add in the warm haze the wine has left in his brain and it's really a wonder Cor has kept it together this long.
Surely there should be more warning, more lead up, something that he can fight against. But there isn't, not when every shift and touch sets his nerves alight, makes him jerk and gasp and then another nip comes, sharper because of it's location and Cor cries out. It's a strangled, breathless sound, his whole body going tense beneath the other man, eyes wide in startled surprise, just as unexpected for him as it likely is for Regis. Pressed together as they are there's no doubt Regis will feel the surge of heat, the way his pants grow damp, especially when Cor slumps back to the floor, trembling with the aftershocks of-
Well what would be the first orgasm he's ever had with another person.]
[Perhaps it should be surprising, perhaps no so much, at least in hindsight. How long has Cor waited? How many years has he wished and dreamed? Add the wine on top and could this have gone any different direction?
Regis recognizes the signs perhaps a split second before Cor does and that gives him just enough time to look up from that last nip and take in the sight of the expression on the man's face, and oh, if it's not a beautiful thing to behold watching his lion fall and then fly in the very same heartbeat. Has another ever seen him like this so exposed, vulnerable and free? A small, selfish part of Regis hopes the answer is 'no' and will remain that way, but he knows that is wrong. There are others who deserve to see this. Others who don't have someone waiting for them back home.
His gaze lingers on Cor's face for a moment longer before he tucks his head into the crook of Cor's neck and lets his body rest its full weight on the man below him. Gentle kisses replace the nips from before as he gives Cor time to come back to himself.]
[It takes several moments for him to catch his breath, each gentle kiss making him shiver. His arm stays curled loosely around his King, slowly tilting his head to rest his cheek against the top of Regis' head. The weight of the other man above him is grounding and probably the only reason he's able to think again.
There's a notable delay between Regis speaking and Cor's response but eventually he gets his brain back online.]
Why're you...?
[Thank you? Why???
Hmmm but speaking of gratitude Cor turns his head to press a kiss to the top of Regis' head, beginning to shift as much as his King will let him, fingertips dipping beneath the waistband of Regis' sleep pants.]
[As much as he hates to, Regis snags that wandering hand with one of his own, pulling it around him instead of letting it continue along the path it was pursuing. He doesn't want to argue with Cor so soon, but he is sure the other man is not going to be very happy that this is where he is drawing the line no matter how uncomfortable it may leave him. That physical discomfort will pass in time. The feeling of betrayal he would have to deal with if they went further would not pass so easily.
Regis leans his head up a little so he can drop a line of kisses along Cor's jaw before answering the question that has been posed to him.
It at least, is a distraction from the impending unhappy discussion.]
How many people have gotten to see you lost in yourself like that? It was a beautiful sight and I am honored to have been able to witness it.
[Cor tilts his head, arching up into those soft kisses, sighing out a pleased little hum. It feels a bit like his limbs have all gone liquid and heavy. Something that means he's at least not going to argue with where Regis puts his hands just yet. He's still a little hazy, not quite tracking as quickly as he normally would be. More importantly here, with his King, it's safe for him to savor that feeling.]
... only you.
[Even though he had done more for Will he had never let Will reciprocate, too paranoid to really let himself fall into it, nervous and uncertain. Things that didn't matter with Regis. Hadn't in decades and never would again.]
[Perhaps it is selfish of him, but Regis would like to keep Cor this content and hazy for as long as he can, especially after that heartfelt answer where he expected none.
Regis shifts only enough so that he can give the other side of Cor's jaw the same attention.]
My beautiful lion. How can I ever thank you for all that you have given me? I could say 'I love you' a million times and it would not be enough.
[The trailing kisses earn another happy little sound, Cor's arm tightening around Regis to give him a gentle squeeze. It's about all he can think to do just now if his hands are staying where they are. Not that he won't argue more shortly but he can hardly concentrate on that.
Not when Regis' words are so achingly sweet, enough to put a faint wobble into Cor's breath, tipping his head so he can try, lazily, to catch his King's lips. No no, stop teasing and come here so he can kiss you properly, Regis. That is far too sweet and romantic for him to be able to come up with any remotely sufficient response, not when words all seem to float out of grasp so easily.]
[Fortunately, Regis isn't looking for an eloquent response to his words. The hug and the kiss Cor so desperately wishes for are more than enough. After all, it's not like he feels they are anything special, merely an inadequate, limited summary of the feelings that are inside of him.
At times like this, words never do quite capture all he wants to say, no matter how good others may think he is with them.
The kiss is slow, gentle, and loving. Actions work so much better than words sometimes.]
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Date: 2019-12-28 08:41 am (UTC)[Regis, unfortunately--or perhaps fortunately--hasn't tried the wine. He knows full well that is what one of the special drinks is, but he has no idea its effect. As a result, he has no idea what Cor is talking about. It's not like he smells of wine, after all. Well, his breath might, but Cor is nowhere near close enough for Regis to test that.
Of course, Cor may be just about to fix that if the heat in his gaze is any indication.]
What have you been drinking, my affectionate little lion?
[Regis reaches up to brush his fingers against the side of Cor's face even as he turns his own head a bit into his friend's touch. If Cor is gearing up to kiss him as it seems, he won't mind returning it, but he wants to make sure he is acting of his own will and for no other reason. Aulea would forgive a kiss; in fact, were she here, she would be taking blackmail pictures of the tangled mess they are now, laughing the whole time, but she would never forgive him if he took advantage of Cor even on accident.]
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Date: 2019-12-30 02:46 am (UTC)The wine is... very good.
[A low murmur, words felt more than heard as Cor leans over the younger man. It's a matter of sheer stubborn will that keeps him from kissing Regis immediately. Instead there's a light brush of noses, an affectionate little bump, lips hovering just above his King's.]
May I?
[Because even like this, even with the wine making his limbs weak and his lips ache for touch he cannot bear to take advantage of Regis. No matter how willing he might seem Cor has to ask.]
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Date: 2020-01-04 01:23 am (UTC)I shall be very disappointed if you do not.
[Regis shifts one leg so he can wrap it around Cor's, then leans up to close the scant distance between them.]
You've never disappointed me before. Don't start now.
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Date: 2020-01-04 05:40 am (UTC)This is what he had wanted -needed- to quell the heat singing through his veins. He had kissed others but none were so satisfying as the softness of his King's lips, lips he is all too eager to part so that he may taste the other man more deeply.]
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Date: 2020-01-12 10:46 am (UTC)Regis lets his hand slide down to Cor's neck so he can pull the other man closer, his tongue darting out to tease and taunt his friend's with slight touches, coaxing him to continue his exploration for as long as he pleases.]
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Date: 2020-01-17 06:34 am (UTC)Unfortunately Cor, despite Will's best efforts, is not nearly so skilled or experienced with kisses as Regis himself. His lungs demand he pull back to drag in a ragged breath long before his lips are satisfied.]
Reg- [He doesn't even get the full nickname out, gasping in another breath, looking down at the other man with wonder, lips reddened with kisses and laid out on the carpet beneath him. Astrals but he's breath taking. Cor's fingers slide into those slicked back curls, tangling at the nape of Regis' neck and tugging his head back. This time when Cor descends on him it is not his mouth but his throat that the Marshal plies his lips to. It gives him a few moments to catch his breath and also yet more space to play, to learn his King's reactions.]
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Date: 2020-01-21 07:36 am (UTC)I mean... it's accurate
Date: 2020-01-21 10:03 am (UTC)Cor's lips move over the spot, feeling out each little point of scarring, lips parting to let him flick his tongue over the delicate skin at the underside of Regis' jaw. It's hearing Regis murmur his name like that, that has him shuddering above his friend, breath hitching on a gasp. He's not sure this is what Regis would prefer exactly but Will certainly likes it and the delicate peppering of scars leads him to believe that Regis will as well.
So he opens his mouth wider, tilting his head to fit his mouth over those scars, teeth dragging over the skin, trying to find purchase, re-positioning a little, then biting down softly. The press of teeth isn't hard but the pull of suction is strong enough to make it burn all the same, his breath rushing out through his nose as he works over that patch of skin, the grip on dark curls utterly unyielding.]
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Date: 2020-02-09 07:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-02-09 07:02 pm (UTC)Not that it matters when Regis is abruptly flipping him, his back hitting the floor with absolutely no resistance, startled to find his King on top of him. For a fleeting moment he thinks that this is it. He's gone too far, done too much, pushed past Regis' boundaries. And that would be fair, especially with that cry still in his ears. Too much, too far.
He barely has time to focus on the other man above him, an apology forming on his lips. An apology that Regis drives from his mind with the force of that kiss. Cor's hands seek purchase on his King's back, trying to drag him down closer even as he arches up to meet him, breath rushing out in ragged pants when he can find a moment between dizzying kisses. When he can manage more than half a breath it's the other man's name on his lips, practically a sob, needy and desperate and one of the rare occasions that it's his nickname that Cor uses.]
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Date: 2020-02-27 08:05 am (UTC)For just a split second, Regis had considered not going for the kiss right away after switching their positions. He'd felt the urge to make sure it was okay with Cor to do what he had. For no matter the necessity of keeping the memories separate, he didn't want Cor to feel uncomfortable, but even that brief pause for approval would have given Cor more reason to think something was wrong. Regis realizes that the moment he sees the worry cross Cor's face. The kiss is surely hard enough to drive any of those worries away, but just to make certain, once he breaks the kiss--with Cor's whispers of his nickname ringing in his mind--he leans forward to growl a warning into the man's ear.]
Don't you dare apologize.
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Date: 2020-02-27 07:35 pm (UTC)Six!
[Apologize? Was he- maybe? Does it matter?
He manages to shake his head a little, dismissing any further thought of apologies or, honestly, anything beyond the feel of his friend pressing him into the floor.]
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Date: 2020-03-03 07:49 am (UTC)[Regis can't help but chuckle at Cor's response, his breath warm against the other man's ear. Ah, how often has he had to search for buttons after something like this, though Cor, for the moment at least, has not damaged his shirt too badly. He obviously needs more encouragement. Regis is not about to tear open the shirt Cor is wearing, though, not where there is not a button to be seen. No, it's much easier to just send it whole to the Armiger instead.
Maybe he will return it to Cor later. Maybe.
Once the cloth is out of the way, Regis hums happily, lips making their way down Cor's throat to his collarbone where he can't help but sink his teeth into his friend's tanned skin.]
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Date: 2020-03-03 09:35 pm (UTC)Aulea... She had undoubtedly done the same to Regis gods know how often.
He hardly has time to make that connection though because the moment Regis sets teeth against his collarbone Cor cries out, startled and also so impossibly pleased. His fingers clench in the fabric of Regis' shirt, jerking it hard, barely noticing how many of the buttons give way so that he can open the shirt, one sad lonely button clinging on at Reggie's throat. Short ragged nails drag across the younger man's back, using the leverage to press up into him, eager and needy.]
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Date: 2020-03-07 01:40 pm (UTC)Does he know? Regis isn't the only one borrowing tricks from Aulea apparently. Cor is too.]
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Date: 2020-03-09 02:48 am (UTC)His hand slides down to palm Regis' ass, squeezing firmly, using the hold to pull Regis down against him as Cor bucks up into his King. A strangled whimper catches in the marshal's throat, hips flexing, desperately trying to maintain the sweet friction of Regis flush against him.]
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Date: 2020-03-21 08:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-03-22 03:36 am (UTC)It should be embarrassing, how incredibly easy it is for Regis to completely take him apart. He's meant to have better control over himself than this but beneath the onslaught of sensation, wet lips on his skin, hands firm on his body, the hot eager press of Regis above him... he's absolutely overwhelmed. Add in the warm haze the wine has left in his brain and it's really a wonder Cor has kept it together this long.
Surely there should be more warning, more lead up, something that he can fight against. But there isn't, not when every shift and touch sets his nerves alight, makes him jerk and gasp and then another nip comes, sharper because of it's location and Cor cries out. It's a strangled, breathless sound, his whole body going tense beneath the other man, eyes wide in startled surprise, just as unexpected for him as it likely is for Regis. Pressed together as they are there's no doubt Regis will feel the surge of heat, the way his pants grow damp, especially when Cor slumps back to the floor, trembling with the aftershocks of-
Well what would be the first orgasm he's ever had with another person.]
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Date: 2020-03-25 08:50 am (UTC)Regis recognizes the signs perhaps a split second before Cor does and that gives him just enough time to look up from that last nip and take in the sight of the expression on the man's face, and oh, if it's not a beautiful thing to behold watching his lion fall and then fly in the very same heartbeat. Has another ever seen him like this so exposed, vulnerable and free? A small, selfish part of Regis hopes the answer is 'no' and will remain that way, but he knows that is wrong. There are others who deserve to see this. Others who don't have someone waiting for them back home.
His gaze lingers on Cor's face for a moment longer before he tucks his head into the crook of Cor's neck and lets his body rest its full weight on the man below him. Gentle kisses replace the nips from before as he gives Cor time to come back to himself.]
That's it, my love. My lovely lion. Thank you.
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Date: 2020-03-27 02:54 pm (UTC)There's a notable delay between Regis speaking and Cor's response but eventually he gets his brain back online.]
Why're you...?
[Thank you? Why???
Hmmm but speaking of gratitude Cor turns his head to press a kiss to the top of Regis' head, beginning to shift as much as his King will let him, fingertips dipping beneath the waistband of Regis' sleep pants.]
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Date: 2020-04-08 10:07 pm (UTC)Regis leans his head up a little so he can drop a line of kisses along Cor's jaw before answering the question that has been posed to him.
It at least, is a distraction from the impending unhappy discussion.]
How many people have gotten to see you lost in yourself like that? It was a beautiful sight and I am honored to have been able to witness it.
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Date: 2020-04-08 11:57 pm (UTC)... only you.
[Even though he had done more for Will he had never let Will reciprocate, too paranoid to really let himself fall into it, nervous and uncertain. Things that didn't matter with Regis. Hadn't in decades and never would again.]
I love you.
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Date: 2020-04-15 02:32 am (UTC)Regis shifts only enough so that he can give the other side of Cor's jaw the same attention.]
My beautiful lion. How can I ever thank you for all that you have given me? I could say 'I love you' a million times and it would not be enough.
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Date: 2020-04-17 11:07 pm (UTC)Not when Regis' words are so achingly sweet, enough to put a faint wobble into Cor's breath, tipping his head so he can try, lazily, to catch his King's lips. No no, stop teasing and come here so he can kiss you properly, Regis. That is far too sweet and romantic for him to be able to come up with any remotely sufficient response, not when words all seem to float out of grasp so easily.]
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Date: 2020-04-24 05:39 am (UTC)At times like this, words never do quite capture all he wants to say, no matter how good others may think he is with them.
The kiss is slow, gentle, and loving. Actions work so much better than words sometimes.]