[The playfulness, the kisses, the little bit of teasing... it colors his cheeks but also earns Will the kind of smile that his Cor would be hard pressed to ever summon up. Something bright and fierce that makes his eyes gleam with the kind of mischief that's more at home on Regis than Cor.]
Certainly seems that way~
[A tease back, hands that are now more elegant than outright powerful curving around Will's waist, pulling him closer, tilting his head to seek out another kiss, something more. As soothing as Will's presence was Cor was still technically a teenager and... well young and eager might be an understatement.]
[Normally, even just genuine smiles are a well-earned victory in and of themselves. Seeing Cor smile at him like this, though, full of brilliance and boldness and fire that haven't yet been ground out of him--
Will actually blushes a pretty pink as Cor pulls them flush, caught perfectly off-guard. He's responding in moments regardless, warm and eager, tongue brushing coaxingly against Cor's lower lip. If he wants more, then Will is more than happy to give it to him, deep and thorough enough that Cor won't be able to taste anything but him.]
[He barely needs any encouragement to open his mouth to Will, letting the smaller man taste as deeply as he pleases. Somewhere in the back of his mind there's a curious thought, that he doesn't taste the way he'd expected. Usually whatever his mind supplies him with in these sorts of dreams was something sweet and warm, spicy in a way, smoky almost. Tastes he associates with the smell of smoldering coals that links so powerfully to Regis in his mind.
It's utterly unrealistic but he doesn't know that.
One hand holds firmly to Will's side, fingers pressing in hard, keeping the violet haired boy tight against him. The other slides up his side, skims uncertainly over his hair. He's not sure what to do with his hand but the passion of the kiss is intense and powerful and he feels like he might drown in it. So he does the most natural thing in the world.
He reaches out for the steady, anchoring presence of his King, whimpering high and needy into Will's mouth as his fingers curl tight around Regis' forearm. He doesn't remember it ever being this hard to breathe either but he's dizzy with it already.]
[It's no surprise that the grip on Regis' arm finally does pull him from the land of sleep. He's always been a hard sleeper thanks to the toll the Crystal takes on his body, but today he seems to be sleeping even harder than usual. In fact, even though Cor's not one for whimpering nor having that tight a grip on him unless something is wrong, Regis finds it very difficult to pull himself into wakefulness. Eventually, he has to settle for pulling Cor closer, his arm settling around the younger man's shoulders and neck, then peeking one half-opened eye over said shoulder. He isn't surprised at all to catch sight of Will. Who else would be there?]
Going at it a bit harder than usual this morning, are we?
[Regis isn't quite awake enough to notice it, but his voice is a bit rougher than usual and the hair that spills over Cor's shoulder is no longer jet black, but bright silver instead.]
[The grip is tight enough to bruise later, he's sure. But that just means he's doing his job right, isn't he? Just like the uncharacteristic whimpers he's coaxing out of Cor, devouring him as though he expects him to slip straight through his fingers like the morning dew.
By the time Regis speaks up, Will has shifted atop Cor just enough to slide a knee between the younger man's thighs. There's no commentary on Regis' changed appearance either from Will, though there is a distinct heat to his gaze as he takes him in. Regis certainly hasn't aged gracefully, but there's no denying that such a regal look is appealing in its own right.]
You're not going to let me keep him all to myself, are you~? ♥ He may be a little too much for me to handle on my own.....
[Will sounds equal parts teasing and expectant at that, even as his head dips to start hungrily kissing Cor's neck instead. He knows exactly how badly and how long you've pined for Regis, Cor--and if he has anything to say about it, you're going to have all your wildest dreams come true while you're young enough to shamelessly enjoy them. You deserve it.]
[That is more like it. Will kisses him senseless, the pressure of the smaller man's knee against him enough to make him wrench his mouth away, sucking in a ragged gasp. The implication in Regis' words, as though this sort of thing is expected is even more delightful, and then Will issues that challenge and Cor shudders between them.
Oh gods.
Will's mouth goes to his neck and Cor arches beneath the assault, pressing his face into Regis' hand, mouthing as hungrily at his King's fingers as Will is at his neck.]
R-Regis...?
[High and hopeful and needy even as he tries to find a way to squirm closer without interrupting the lips and -Sweet Shiva!- teeth on his skin. Regis, his perfect, beautiful, elegant King. His voice rich and smooth as velvet, enough to make Cor tremble all over again as his fingers seek purchase against whatever he can find to curl his fist into... which just so happens to be long silvered hair.]
[A soft, amused chuckle slips from Regis' lips, both at Will's boldness, but also at Cor's neediness. It's hard to miss the change to his own hair color, now that Cor's grabbed a handful of it, but that also means it's hard for him to miss the changes in Cor. Wondering what the city is up to this time is a question for later, though, when he doesn't have two young men to keep pace with.]
Do you hear that, my young lion? He has set up a challenge. You had best make sure you show him why he will definitely need help satisfying you. [The attention that Cor is giving his fingers is something that Regis is loathe to give up considering the pleasant shivers it's sending through him, but in the end, he pulls his fingers away, replacing them with his own mouth, fingers leaving wet trails along the young man's jaw as they hold him in place, both so Will can continue his assault, but also so that every bit of the demand he puts into the kiss is clear to the one who is on the receiving end.]
[Will can't help but smirk, hidden though the expression is. Regis accepts the baton being passed to him with every bit of grace Will had expected from him; his role is simply to facilitate, now. To help work Cor over until he's white hot, desperate for Regis to give him everything he's yearned for but been too stubborn to request.
After all, there's nothing stopping them anymore. Will hums in satisfaction, seeking out Cor's pulse with his lips to give the larger man a sharp, encouraging nip.]
[Cor tries to arch into the kiss, the way Regis tilts his chin up to claim his mouth, velvet voice giving way to the satin heat of the older man's tongue, devouring him. The sound Cor makes is decidedly uncharacteristic, a needy moan, loud and wanton, fingers tugging harder at Regis' hair. He can't arch up much, Will's weight anchoring him down and the stretch of his neck just awkward enough in Regis' hold that he can't get the leverage with his shoulders he needs to.
Instead he's left with a hand on either of them, shuddering beneath the tow of them, nails digging hard into Will's side, dragging down over pale skin to leave ragged welts. He can hardly breathe but what air he does find he pushes back out, loud and eager and so very encouraging. It's a dream, surely it must be, no matter how vivdly real the sharp pain of teeth is or the dizzying way Regis leaves him breathless. None of this could be real even if he oh so desperately wants it to be, clinging hard to his lovers like he might be swept away if he loosened his grip.]
[If the kiss has made Cor even more breathless then before, hearing those sounds coming form someone he knows is normally so composed does the exact same thing to Regis. When he pulls back from the kiss, it is only by a short distance, his breath brushing across dampened lips below his own.]
Sometimes, reality is even better than a dream. [The fingers of the hand not holding Cor's jaw creep up the younger man's arm, small spots of heat blooming across his skin each time contact is made. Carefully, Regis untangles the hand in his hair before the pull can become too much harder, but he has no intention of allowing Cor to have control of that hand back. He wraps it up in his own, holding tightly to it, warmth pulsing through their fingers every so often and he turns a heated gaze in Will's direction.]
Do you think he can focus enough to tell us exactly what he wants or should we keep guessing?
[Will muffles a heady sound of his own into Cor's neck, the heat pressing against the larger man's thigh growing more insistent by the moment. He's going to end up horribly marked in an hour or two, once these bruises and welts properly bloom--but it's hard not to imagine Cor's nails raking down his back to bite into his hips, holding him immobile in a vice grip and slamming him down onto his cock until--
It's just as well Regis interrupts the reverie; right now, this is all about Cor, not him. Will lifts his own head, licking his lips quite deliberately as he lets his eyes trail over Cor.]
[Regis breathes across his lips and it only draws more small sounds from his throat. At least until the sparks of heat follow his King's fingers and make him shudder, hard, eyes flying open in surprise. So young, so inexperienced. The thought of applying that delicious heat to something like this had never crossed his mind. Not yet.]
Reg-! [The older man's name catches on a gasp, his body jerking beneath them, pressing hard against Will with the way their legs are tangled together.]
Wh-what I...? [Breathless and disoriented, trying to focus on the conversation happening around him. Oh? Are they done challenging each other now? Is this actually something they... they want him to respond to?
He struggles to focus on Regis' face, too close, not close enough.]
D-don't... don't stop. [A rough murmur as he tries to lean up, pressing a light and surprisingly chaste kiss to Regis' lips. Then he presses up further, mouth hovering beside the King's ear, tongue daring to flick over the sensitive shell of his ear.]
[Some things never change and Regis, for one, is glad of that. Cor's reactions are so natural this way, not guarded like so much else about him is. That openness is what he had cherished the most the night Cor had stumbled to his room his own need encouraged by the wine. Regis had been bound by limits that night. For better or worse, those limits are gone now.
He would much rather focus on the better right now.
A low chuckle rumbles in the back of his throat when Cor gives his answer, shifting into a soft groan when the younger man flicks his tongue against his ear.]
Well, that is simple enough. You know well that I can talk all day long. [Or course, he's never addressed the council or court with a tone of voice like that before, low, dripping promise and soft as black velvet.]
And what of our Will? What will you have him do for you?
[Hearing that velveteen voice dip into a groan for him, because of him, has Cor's gaze drifting out of focus again. It doesn't matter what Regis is saying, so long as he keeps talking like that, like the only that matters, that exists even is what he wills with that salacious tone.]
Will? [What will? Regis' will? Oh-!] Oh Will.
[How appropriate a name to give to this delightful young man, here ready and willing to do as they bid. He flashes Will a smile, half dazed but still something bright and wild and disbelieving.]
Six, Reggie. He's pretty.
Let me see you? [The fingers of one hand worm up under Will's shirt, tugging at it lightly before dropping back down to slip beneath his waistband as well.]
[That's what he is right now, isn't he? An extension of their will. A beguiling fey creature of dreams and desire, here solely for Cor's pleasure. He isn't Eosian, after all--there's no reason Cor should have any idea who he is. He shouldn't be here, in the not-dreams of a teenager who was still growing into the man he'd become. As far as this Cor is concerned, he's not even a stranger; he's simply not real at all.
So Will simply purrs in approval at the questing fingers gliding over bare skin, favoring Cor with a knowing smile. He moves to roll off Cor and stretch out beside him--to put himself properly on display, as he starts slowly unbuttoning the shirt of his pajamas. If he wants to see, then he and Reggie can both enjoy a little show, can't they?]
[Of course... asking Will to strip means he has to move off of Cor, making the younger man whine at the loss of contact. Will lays out beside him and Cor shifts onto his side slightly, laying back against Regis' chest. Those vibrant blue eyes never leave Will even as he arches back against his King. One arm reaches back over his head, past him to delve into Reggie's hair again.]
So pretty...
[He pillows his head on his own arm, tucked up underneath him, stretching out so that Regis can have free access to his neck, his shoulder, his ear... anything he wants. Whether that is more kisses on sun kissed skin or just the opportunity to narrate Will's beauty for him. As long as he can feel him, hear him, Cor will do anything he wants.]
[Old or young, it's no surprise that as soon as Cor confirms he has no memory of Will, Regis turns a worried look in the violet-haired man's direction. Cor certainly seems willing to continue on, but is Will okay with doing so as well?
Before Regis can ask the question, though, Will makes his answer on the matter clear. Even though, Regis can't help but send the equivalent of a gentle mental hug in Will's direction before turning his attention back to Cor. This bit of fun is being brought by a very odd circumstance and he doesn't want anyone being upset by it.
Worries dealt with, Regis is free to enjoy the showing going on before them. Not only does he take advantage of the access to Cor's neck and ear, he also shifts enough he can wrap a leg around one of Cor's. His other knee sends out a very unpleasant shock of pain, but he ignores it for now. He can deal with it when he actually needs to get up out of bed.]
He's such a wonderful contrast to you, isn't he? Skin made of moonlight and hair dark as the sky the moon shines in. He's just begging for a mark to be left on that beautiful skin. Where should that mark be, my lion?
[His tone is honeyed now, as he lets his shirt slide from his shoulders, smile inviting. He moves to slip free of his pants soon after, preening under Cor's attention, only too ready to be admired. He's no stranger to putting on a show, after all; Will doesn't miss a beat as his voice winds its way into Reggie's mind, sinking graciously into the warmth the older man offers.
Sometimes you need a blank slate. Let me give you boys everything you want. Just for an hour or two.
What better way to indulge your desires than with someone who isn't a part of your life, who won't bring any baggage or consequences to the table? No history, no guilt, no strings..... Just an escape, pure and simple.]
[Cor groans softly at the brush of lips and beard against his neck, shudders in his King's arms. He doesn't quite let himself close his eyes, though, looking down through his lashes at the beautiful creature before them. Moonlight mmm that's a very apt description.
He's reaching out for the smaller man when he feels Regis curl a leg over his own. A sharp gasp follows and he squirms against his King, arching back into his hold, pressing down against the tangle of limbs, all too eager to find some small amount of friction. His fingers curl into the blankets between them briefly, then he's reaching for Will again, throwing an arm over his waist to drag the other closer.]
Everywhere.
[A delayed response to Regis' question but he's quick to follow it with the application of one such mark, lips and teeth and hard suction over the ridge of Will's collarbone.]
[Regis can't help but shake his head very slightly as Will's words fill his mind. It's not the act that bothers him, there something very intimately perfect about being able to hear one that he love speaking to him in such a way, but the words are not quite right.
A blank slate may be what he needs, but I will remember you exactly as you are. You are perfect.
As he speaks, he lets his hand slide over Cor's stomach, fingers leaving more trails of heat as they go, finally coming to a stop near the young man's waistband. He pauses only a moment before letting two fingers slide below so that he can continue to leaving the trails of heat across Cor's tanned skin.]
A wonderful beginning, but that spot will be awfully lonely should you stop now. You best create another to keep it company.
[You flatterer. And you claim to need a speech writer.....
Perfect, hmmm? Strong words, coming from someone like Regis. Someone who naturally, effortlessly attains a standard most men could only aspire to. Compassionate, kind, charismatic, charming, authoritative, principled, smart, strong, talented, handsome..... (Okay, so maybe his own feelings have been swayed a little by spending so much time with these two together.) And of course, possessed of excellent taste, falling for someone like Cor. It makes him want to believe him, just as much as it makes the very idea seem ludicrous.
Still, it seems the first part of the show is over for now. Pulling him close is effortless; Will lets a hand curl against Cor's chest, head rolling to the side to expose himself in open invitation. The other buries itself in the younger man's hair as his mouth finds its mark, sharp gasp melting into high, breathy whimpers. There's no need to try to stifle the sound, or the way he trembles in his arms under the attention--after all, he's here to be an enticing toy to play with, right? Something to occupy Cor's hands and mouth, so Regis is free to have his way with him however he sees fit.]
[Cor squirms between them, gasping against Will's skin, unable to remain still when Regis' fingers are dancing fire over his skin, setting his veins alight and making his fingers dig harder into the pale boy beneath him. Each touch, no matter how delicate, makes him jerk, muscles clenching under the spill of heat.
Later he will be glad for this conversation he's not privy to but for now he's far too swept up in sensations to notice any hesitation or lapse in focus from either of them.
Regis hardly has to encourage him to add to the marks, muffling a wavering groan against Will's chest. His teeth scrape over skin, trying to find purchase, fumbling lower instead to finally catch at one nipple. He doesn't really have time to do more than nibble gently before Regis' hand dips beneath the waistband of his boxers, earning another startled gasp, those icy blue eyes gone dark and stormy as he tips his head back to look up at Will. Pupils blown wide, for a moment it's clear he's not really seeing what he's looking at, relishing the touch and, what's more, the promise implied there.
There's an attempt, briefly, to gasp out a name though it's too jumbled to say whose. Then he's grabbing a fistful of violet hair and dragging Will in for a bruising kiss. Hard and demanding and with none of the caution or finesse he's learned over the last months.]
[Cor's reaction draws a soft, satisfied chuckle from Regis' mouth causing warm air to puff softly across his skin. Proof of approval obtained, Regis lets his hand drift lower, heat following where soft caresses tread.
Let me know if he is too rough with you.
This request is, of course, for Will. Regis doesn't know how things tend to go between the two and Cor has none of his hard won control at the moment. He won't forgive himself if anyone ends up actually hurt.]
I do think these boxers need to go. Fortunately, I can handle that. [And that is all the warning Cor will get before his boxers disappear into the Armiger. That little bit of magic takes more energy than Regis is used to, but he's too distracted to notice for the moment.]
[Mew, but Cor is gorgeous when he's coming undone like this. He can't even feel cheated by the loss of the mouth against his skin for long, the way Cor stares up at him; there's something wild in that gaze that freezes him in place and steals his breath away, a blind, desperate need the Cor he knows would never allow to surface.
That raw passion, that overwhelming desire, that kiss..... It's all meant for Regis, not him. But it's his hair that Cor clenches a fist into, his lips crushed against Cor's. He has just enough time to gasp before he's being all but devoured, hands coming up to frame Cor's face to encourage him, lips parting to allow the younger man to deepen the kiss as far as he pleases. For the moment at least, he's eager and pliant, hungry for every touch he's given, no matter how rough it may be.
Excuse him if he sounds a little distracted, Regis; it's all he can manage to keep up with Cor right now. I will, I will..... but I'm not made of glass, either. Maybe this will help him stop worrying about it so much.
He can't resist a little teasing though, seeing Regis whisk away Cor's boxers with no more than a touch. Don't you think you're a little overdressed for this party?]
[Astrals but his King has clearly turned into the Infernian himself, wicked words and fiery touches and sweet temptation. His mouth is occupied with Will's deepening that kiss fiercely, dragging the smaller man to him rather then pressing him down, sandwiching himself between the two of them, desperate to feel them with every inch of his being.
Fingers twist in Will's hair, making certain he cannot pull away, not for even a moment. His other hand shifts under the boy, reaching around to lay over the swell of his ass, fingers digging in hard, yanking him forward, pinning Regis' hand between them so those delicate jolts of heat pulse through Will's thighs as surely as they do Cor's belly. And as he does so there's a high, needy whine that stutters out with each exhale, making it that much harder to catch his breath but too eager to wrench his mouth away.]
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Date: 2020-05-18 06:04 am (UTC)Certainly seems that way~
[A tease back, hands that are now more elegant than outright powerful curving around Will's waist, pulling him closer, tilting his head to seek out another kiss, something more. As soothing as Will's presence was Cor was still technically a teenager and... well young and eager might be an understatement.]
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Date: 2020-05-18 06:21 am (UTC)Will actually blushes a pretty pink as Cor pulls them flush, caught perfectly off-guard. He's responding in moments regardless, warm and eager, tongue brushing coaxingly against Cor's lower lip. If he wants more, then Will is more than happy to give it to him, deep and thorough enough that Cor won't be able to taste anything but him.]
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Date: 2020-05-18 06:41 am (UTC)It's utterly unrealistic but he doesn't know that.
One hand holds firmly to Will's side, fingers pressing in hard, keeping the violet haired boy tight against him. The other slides up his side, skims uncertainly over his hair. He's not sure what to do with his hand but the passion of the kiss is intense and powerful and he feels like he might drown in it. So he does the most natural thing in the world.
He reaches out for the steady, anchoring presence of his King, whimpering high and needy into Will's mouth as his fingers curl tight around Regis' forearm. He doesn't remember it ever being this hard to breathe either but he's dizzy with it already.]
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Date: 2020-05-18 06:58 am (UTC)Going at it a bit harder than usual this morning, are we?
[Regis isn't quite awake enough to notice it, but his voice is a bit rougher than usual and the hair that spills over Cor's shoulder is no longer jet black, but bright silver instead.]
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Date: 2020-05-18 07:19 am (UTC)By the time Regis speaks up, Will has shifted atop Cor just enough to slide a knee between the younger man's thighs. There's no commentary on Regis' changed appearance either from Will, though there is a distinct heat to his gaze as he takes him in. Regis certainly hasn't aged gracefully, but there's no denying that such a regal look is appealing in its own right.]
You're not going to let me keep him all to myself, are you~? ♥ He may be a little too much for me to handle on my own.....
[Will sounds equal parts teasing and expectant at that, even as his head dips to start hungrily kissing Cor's neck instead. He knows exactly how badly and how long you've pined for Regis, Cor--and if he has anything to say about it, you're going to have all your wildest dreams come true while you're young enough to shamelessly enjoy them. You deserve it.]
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Date: 2020-05-18 07:36 am (UTC)Oh gods.
Will's mouth goes to his neck and Cor arches beneath the assault, pressing his face into Regis' hand, mouthing as hungrily at his King's fingers as Will is at his neck.]
R-Regis...?
[High and hopeful and needy even as he tries to find a way to squirm closer without interrupting the lips and -Sweet Shiva!- teeth on his skin. Regis, his perfect, beautiful, elegant King. His voice rich and smooth as velvet, enough to make Cor tremble all over again as his fingers seek purchase against whatever he can find to curl his fist into... which just so happens to be long silvered hair.]
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Date: 2020-05-19 12:42 am (UTC)Do you hear that, my young lion? He has set up a challenge. You had best make sure you show him why he will definitely need help satisfying you.
[The attention that Cor is giving his fingers is something that Regis is loathe to give up considering the pleasant shivers it's sending through him, but in the end, he pulls his fingers away, replacing them with his own mouth, fingers leaving wet trails along the young man's jaw as they hold him in place, both so Will can continue his assault, but also so that every bit of the demand he puts into the kiss is clear to the one who is on the receiving end.]
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Date: 2020-05-19 01:13 am (UTC)[Will can't help but smirk, hidden though the expression is. Regis accepts the baton being passed to him with every bit of grace Will had expected from him; his role is simply to facilitate, now. To help work Cor over until he's white hot, desperate for Regis to give him everything he's yearned for but been too stubborn to request.
After all, there's nothing stopping them anymore. Will hums in satisfaction, seeking out Cor's pulse with his lips to give the larger man a sharp, encouraging nip.]
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Date: 2020-05-19 05:31 am (UTC)Instead he's left with a hand on either of them, shuddering beneath the tow of them, nails digging hard into Will's side, dragging down over pale skin to leave ragged welts. He can hardly breathe but what air he does find he pushes back out, loud and eager and so very encouraging. It's a dream, surely it must be, no matter how vivdly real the sharp pain of teeth is or the dizzying way Regis leaves him breathless. None of this could be real even if he oh so desperately wants it to be, clinging hard to his lovers like he might be swept away if he loosened his grip.]
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Date: 2020-05-19 06:50 am (UTC)Sometimes, reality is even better than a dream.
[The fingers of the hand not holding Cor's jaw creep up the younger man's arm, small spots of heat blooming across his skin each time contact is made. Carefully, Regis untangles the hand in his hair before the pull can become too much harder, but he has no intention of allowing Cor to have control of that hand back. He wraps it up in his own, holding tightly to it, warmth pulsing through their fingers every so often and he turns a heated gaze in Will's direction.]
Do you think he can focus enough to tell us exactly what he wants or should we keep guessing?
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Date: 2020-05-19 07:40 am (UTC)It's just as well Regis interrupts the reverie; right now, this is all about Cor, not him. Will lifts his own head, licking his lips quite deliberately as he lets his eyes trail over Cor.]
I think so. I for one am dying to hear it~ ♥
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Date: 2020-05-19 09:22 pm (UTC)Reg-! [The older man's name catches on a gasp, his body jerking beneath them, pressing hard against Will with the way their legs are tangled together.]
Wh-what I...? [Breathless and disoriented, trying to focus on the conversation happening around him. Oh? Are they done challenging each other now? Is this actually something they... they want him to respond to?
He struggles to focus on Regis' face, too close, not close enough.]
D-don't... don't stop. [A rough murmur as he tries to lean up, pressing a light and surprisingly chaste kiss to Regis' lips. Then he presses up further, mouth hovering beside the King's ear, tongue daring to flick over the sensitive shell of his ear.]
Keep talking.
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Date: 2020-05-20 01:20 am (UTC)He would much rather focus on the better right now.
A low chuckle rumbles in the back of his throat when Cor gives his answer, shifting into a soft groan when the younger man flicks his tongue against his ear.]
Well, that is simple enough. You know well that I can talk all day long.
[Or course, he's never addressed the council or court with a tone of voice like that before, low, dripping promise and soft as black velvet.]
And what of our Will? What will you have him do for you?
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Date: 2020-05-20 05:45 pm (UTC)Will? [What will? Regis' will? Oh-!] Oh Will.
[How appropriate a name to give to this delightful young man, here ready and willing to do as they bid. He flashes Will a smile, half dazed but still something bright and wild and disbelieving.]
Six, Reggie. He's pretty.
Let me see you? [The fingers of one hand worm up under Will's shirt, tugging at it lightly before dropping back down to slip beneath his waistband as well.]
Please. Can I see, beautiful?
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Date: 2020-05-21 02:07 am (UTC)So Will simply purrs in approval at the questing fingers gliding over bare skin, favoring Cor with a knowing smile. He moves to roll off Cor and stretch out beside him--to put himself properly on display, as he starts slowly unbuttoning the shirt of his pajamas. If he wants to see, then he and Reggie can both enjoy a little show, can't they?]
You can look all you want~ ♥
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Date: 2020-05-21 03:54 am (UTC)So pretty...
[He pillows his head on his own arm, tucked up underneath him, stretching out so that Regis can have free access to his neck, his shoulder, his ear... anything he wants. Whether that is more kisses on sun kissed skin or just the opportunity to narrate Will's beauty for him. As long as he can feel him, hear him, Cor will do anything he wants.]
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Date: 2020-05-21 06:41 am (UTC)Before Regis can ask the question, though, Will makes his answer on the matter clear. Even though, Regis can't help but send the equivalent of a gentle mental hug in Will's direction before turning his attention back to Cor. This bit of fun is being brought by a very odd circumstance and he doesn't want anyone being upset by it.
Worries dealt with, Regis is free to enjoy the showing going on before them. Not only does he take advantage of the access to Cor's neck and ear, he also shifts enough he can wrap a leg around one of Cor's. His other knee sends out a very unpleasant shock of pain, but he ignores it for now. He can deal with it when he actually needs to get up out of bed.]
He's such a wonderful contrast to you, isn't he? Skin made of moonlight and hair dark as the sky the moon shines in. He's just begging for a mark to be left on that beautiful skin. Where should that mark be, my lion?
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Date: 2020-05-21 07:04 am (UTC)[His tone is honeyed now, as he lets his shirt slide from his shoulders, smile inviting. He moves to slip free of his pants soon after, preening under Cor's attention, only too ready to be admired. He's no stranger to putting on a show, after all; Will doesn't miss a beat as his voice winds its way into Reggie's mind, sinking graciously into the warmth the older man offers.
Sometimes you need a blank slate. Let me give you boys everything you want. Just for an hour or two.
What better way to indulge your desires than with someone who isn't a part of your life, who won't bring any baggage or consequences to the table? No history, no guilt, no strings..... Just an escape, pure and simple.]
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Date: 2020-05-22 08:18 pm (UTC)He's reaching out for the smaller man when he feels Regis curl a leg over his own. A sharp gasp follows and he squirms against his King, arching back into his hold, pressing down against the tangle of limbs, all too eager to find some small amount of friction. His fingers curl into the blankets between them briefly, then he's reaching for Will again, throwing an arm over his waist to drag the other closer.]
Everywhere.
[A delayed response to Regis' question but he's quick to follow it with the application of one such mark, lips and teeth and hard suction over the ridge of Will's collarbone.]
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Date: 2020-05-25 06:42 am (UTC)A blank slate may be what he needs, but I will remember you exactly as you are. You are perfect.
As he speaks, he lets his hand slide over Cor's stomach, fingers leaving more trails of heat as they go, finally coming to a stop near the young man's waistband. He pauses only a moment before letting two fingers slide below so that he can continue to leaving the trails of heat across Cor's tanned skin.]
A wonderful beginning, but that spot will be awfully lonely should you stop now. You best create another to keep it company.
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Date: 2020-05-25 07:42 am (UTC)Perfect, hmmm? Strong words, coming from someone like Regis. Someone who naturally, effortlessly attains a standard most men could only aspire to. Compassionate, kind, charismatic, charming, authoritative, principled, smart, strong, talented, handsome..... (Okay, so maybe his own feelings have been swayed a little by spending so much time with these two together.) And of course, possessed of excellent taste, falling for someone like Cor. It makes him want to believe him, just as much as it makes the very idea seem ludicrous.
Still, it seems the first part of the show is over for now. Pulling him close is effortless; Will lets a hand curl against Cor's chest, head rolling to the side to expose himself in open invitation. The other buries itself in the younger man's hair as his mouth finds its mark, sharp gasp melting into high, breathy whimpers. There's no need to try to stifle the sound, or the way he trembles in his arms under the attention--after all, he's here to be an enticing toy to play with, right? Something to occupy Cor's hands and mouth, so Regis is free to have his way with him however he sees fit.]
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Date: 2020-05-25 04:17 pm (UTC)Later he will be glad for this conversation he's not privy to but for now he's far too swept up in sensations to notice any hesitation or lapse in focus from either of them.
Regis hardly has to encourage him to add to the marks, muffling a wavering groan against Will's chest. His teeth scrape over skin, trying to find purchase, fumbling lower instead to finally catch at one nipple. He doesn't really have time to do more than nibble gently before Regis' hand dips beneath the waistband of his boxers, earning another startled gasp, those icy blue eyes gone dark and stormy as he tips his head back to look up at Will. Pupils blown wide, for a moment it's clear he's not really seeing what he's looking at, relishing the touch and, what's more, the promise implied there.
There's an attempt, briefly, to gasp out a name though it's too jumbled to say whose. Then he's grabbing a fistful of violet hair and dragging Will in for a bruising kiss. Hard and demanding and with none of the caution or finesse he's learned over the last months.]
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Date: 2020-05-28 03:00 am (UTC)Let me know if he is too rough with you.
This request is, of course, for Will. Regis doesn't know how things tend to go between the two and Cor has none of his hard won control at the moment. He won't forgive himself if anyone ends up actually hurt.]
I do think these boxers need to go. Fortunately, I can handle that.
[And that is all the warning Cor will get before his boxers disappear into the Armiger. That little bit of magic takes more energy than Regis is used to, but he's too distracted to notice for the moment.]
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Date: 2020-05-28 04:28 am (UTC)That raw passion, that overwhelming desire, that kiss..... It's all meant for Regis, not him. But it's his hair that Cor clenches a fist into, his lips crushed against Cor's. He has just enough time to gasp before he's being all but devoured, hands coming up to frame Cor's face to encourage him, lips parting to allow the younger man to deepen the kiss as far as he pleases. For the moment at least, he's eager and pliant, hungry for every touch he's given, no matter how rough it may be.
Excuse him if he sounds a little distracted, Regis; it's all he can manage to keep up with Cor right now. I will, I will..... but I'm not made of glass, either. Maybe this will help him stop worrying about it so much.
He can't resist a little teasing though, seeing Regis whisk away Cor's boxers with no more than a touch. Don't you think you're a little overdressed for this party?]
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Date: 2020-05-28 09:12 pm (UTC)Fingers twist in Will's hair, making certain he cannot pull away, not for even a moment. His other hand shifts under the boy, reaching around to lay over the swell of his ass, fingers digging in hard, yanking him forward, pinning Regis' hand between them so those delicate jolts of heat pulse through Will's thighs as surely as they do Cor's belly. And as he does so there's a high, needy whine that stutters out with each exhale, making it that much harder to catch his breath but too eager to wrench his mouth away.]
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