[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: 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.]