[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.]
[Regis sends another wave of warmth toward Will in acknowledgement, and if Cor doesn't figure it out after this, well someone can always have a few words with him.
Can you blame me for getting distracted when I have such a gorgeous show going on before me? Besides, I think you have a bit more to worry about than my state of dress.
Later it can be said that, if nothing else, Will had a warning. Cor gets none when Regis takes full advantage of the sandwich his lion had made them into. He shifts his hand so he can bring both of their erections together and give them a couple of strokes, hand radiating a gentle heat all the while.]
Regis is completely correct, of course; he has much more to worry about than just how unfairly dressed he is, compared to the two of them. Like strong hands gripping him tightly enough to drag a strangled noise out of him, and a kiss so fierce and overwhelming that noise melts into a hoarse moan, lost to Cor's lips as soon as it leaves his.
Still, it's the delicious heat wrapping around them both that momentarily short circuits his ability to think entirely, let alone send his thoughts anywhere. For a moment, it's all he can do to whimper into the kiss, pressing urgently against the pair as he tries to collect himself again. This is about Cor, after all; he can't lose his head just yet.....]
[Will is shorter than him so their hips aren't quite aligned... but then Cor is now shorter as well so it works out better than one might think. Much much better.
The first touch is before Regis has shifted his hand, before there's more of that magical heat around them. Cor drags Will in against him and there's a moment of sweet friction, quickly followed by his King's strong hand wrapping around both of them. That alone is enough to force him to finally drag his mouth from Will's, sucking in a desperate gasp. Regis' hands, kind and capable and so magnificently powerful, curled around him, touching him in ways he's only ever dreamed of.
That alone makes him cry out, a ragged sound dragged from his chest as he writhed in that hold, hips jerking up against Will, trying to encourage Regis to stroke just a little faster. Will whimpers against him and somewhere in the back of his mind he has just enough time to realize that Regis has hardly even moved and yet has utterly undone not just him but this beautiful boy beside him. One more firm stroke and Cor arches hard, pressing back into Regis, mouth falling open in another cry he doesn't have the breath to voice as he finds his release, spilling messily over both their bellies and Regis' fingers as well.
Not that he has the presence of mind to notice such things, trembling in the aftermath and desperately trying to drag in enough air, fingers aching from how tightly he was holding Will's hair the entire time.]
[There's something extremely satisfying in the way Will's mental presence just blanks out as soon as Regis sets himself to work. Is this the mental equivalent to shutting someone up with a kiss? He will have to ask when he's not so pleasantly distracted by other things. Like the beautiful sounds they are both making. They set his heart racing and Regis can't help but press himself harder against Cor's back, making it very clear how much he is enjoying all this. He doesn't know much about Will's stamina, but if Cor is any indication then...
Yes, there he goes. Regis leans over to press several kisses to the corner of Cor's gasping mouth when he throws his head back. He really would rather claim the young man's lips once more now that they are free, but he also knows his lion needs to catch his breath. Instead of the demanding kiss, he instead nuzzles Cor's neck, speaking softly.]
That's it, my lion. So good for us. I bet that felt amazing, didn't it? [Even as he speaks, his hands is still moving gently over them, fingers spreading the warm liquid that now covers them.]
[Will's stamina may not be up to par with Cor's normally, but here and now? He's not the one having a lifelong fantasy fulfilled. He can't help but shudder with each stroke of the slick heat Regis still has him wrapped in, or the soft noises being wrung out of him with each breath--but even so, he's managed to regain enough composure that there's a note of playful challenge to his voice, as he reaches for the hand wrapped around him to raise it to his lips.]
If you think you're getting out of this completely untouched yourself.....
[He tries, he really does try to give Regis the kiss he desires but he doesn't have the coordination to meet his lips even if he could stop gasping so desperately. Especially when the older man's hand is still moving and each touch, no matter how gentle, sends little jolts of pleasure through him.
Will speaks and Cor doesn't really catch what he says, not yet, instead watching as kiss bruised lips touch Regis' fingertips.]
He shifts slightly, just enough to be able to look back over his shoulder at Regis, wild blue eyes eager to savor his King's reaction. Even as he does, though the hand that's half caught between him and Regis squirms down against his belly, pulling impatiently at a button before shaking his head. Right. Armiger. He would never have thought of that.
Then the King's fancy silken pajamas vanish alongside Cor's boxers and Cor abruptly finds himself with warm skin beneath his fingers.]
[Regis watches Will closely as he 'cleans' his fingers. As he does, his eyes darken, and while his gaze is still piercing, it looses a little of its focus. He's obviously being affected by this mimic of Cor's earlier action. It all is made even more sensual by what has gone on since then.
When he feels the pull of magic and the air suddenly on his body where clothes once were, he can't help but laugh, the sound deep and rolling.]
I see someone has managed to pull his head back together quite quickly. Perhaps you attentions should be on him instead?
[Regis shifts so he can meet Cor's gaze, a promise in his eyes.]
Yes, my lion? Do you wish for something? [One finger of his free hand lightly brushes against Cor's lips.]
[Even Will can't help a little hum of amusement, watching Cor steal Regis' pajamas in a single motion. Regis is right, of course--if Cor is able to think clearly enough for a stunt like that, then he most definitely needs some more attention, no matter how loathe he is to leave the older man untended to.]
Trying to escape already, hmmm~? Well..... I suppose I'll let you off easy this time. But only because you still have a lion to tame.
[He doesn't want to pull away. He wants to press against them both, and lose himself in their touches again; his whole body aches with the lack of warmth as he draws back, shifting in bed until he can properly get at the rest of the mess he's intent on cleaning up. For the moment, he simply drags his tongue over Cor's abs in long, lazy licks, peppering freshly cleaned skin with soft kisses as he goes.]
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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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Date: 2020-05-29 01:07 am (UTC)Can you blame me for getting distracted when I have such a gorgeous show going on before me? Besides, I think you have a bit more to worry about than my state of dress.
Later it can be said that, if nothing else, Will had a warning. Cor gets none when Regis takes full advantage of the sandwich his lion had made them into. He shifts his hand so he can bring both of their erections together and give them a couple of strokes, hand radiating a gentle heat all the while.]
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Date: 2020-05-29 01:44 am (UTC)Regis is completely correct, of course; he has much more to worry about than just how unfairly dressed he is, compared to the two of them. Like strong hands gripping him tightly enough to drag a strangled noise out of him, and a kiss so fierce and overwhelming that noise melts into a hoarse moan, lost to Cor's lips as soon as it leaves his.
Still, it's the delicious heat wrapping around them both that momentarily short circuits his ability to think entirely, let alone send his thoughts anywhere. For a moment, it's all he can do to whimper into the kiss, pressing urgently against the pair as he tries to collect himself again. This is about Cor, after all; he can't lose his head just yet.....]
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Date: 2020-05-29 02:07 am (UTC)The first touch is before Regis has shifted his hand, before there's more of that magical heat around them. Cor drags Will in against him and there's a moment of sweet friction, quickly followed by his King's strong hand wrapping around both of them. That alone is enough to force him to finally drag his mouth from Will's, sucking in a desperate gasp. Regis' hands, kind and capable and so magnificently powerful, curled around him, touching him in ways he's only ever dreamed of.
That alone makes him cry out, a ragged sound dragged from his chest as he writhed in that hold, hips jerking up against Will, trying to encourage Regis to stroke just a little faster. Will whimpers against him and somewhere in the back of his mind he has just enough time to realize that Regis has hardly even moved and yet has utterly undone not just him but this beautiful boy beside him. One more firm stroke and Cor arches hard, pressing back into Regis, mouth falling open in another cry he doesn't have the breath to voice as he finds his release, spilling messily over both their bellies and Regis' fingers as well.
Not that he has the presence of mind to notice such things, trembling in the aftermath and desperately trying to drag in enough air, fingers aching from how tightly he was holding Will's hair the entire time.]
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Date: 2020-05-29 05:49 am (UTC)Yes, there he goes. Regis leans over to press several kisses to the corner of Cor's gasping mouth when he throws his head back. He really would rather claim the young man's lips once more now that they are free, but he also knows his lion needs to catch his breath. Instead of the demanding kiss, he instead nuzzles Cor's neck, speaking softly.]
That's it, my lion. So good for us. I bet that felt amazing, didn't it?
[Even as he speaks, his hands is still moving gently over them, fingers spreading the warm liquid that now covers them.]
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Date: 2020-05-29 06:59 am (UTC)If you think you're getting out of this completely untouched yourself.....
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Date: 2020-05-29 07:08 pm (UTC)Will speaks and Cor doesn't really catch what he says, not yet, instead watching as kiss bruised lips touch Regis' fingertips.]
Yeah... [A soft whisper of... agreement? encouragement? both?
He shifts slightly, just enough to be able to look back over his shoulder at Regis, wild blue eyes eager to savor his King's reaction. Even as he does, though the hand that's half caught between him and Regis squirms down against his belly, pulling impatiently at a button before shaking his head. Right. Armiger. He would never have thought of that.
Then the King's fancy silken pajamas vanish alongside Cor's boxers and Cor abruptly finds himself with warm skin beneath his fingers.]
Regis
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Date: 2020-05-30 01:55 am (UTC)[Regis watches Will closely as he 'cleans' his fingers. As he does, his eyes darken, and while his gaze is still piercing, it looses a little of its focus. He's obviously being affected by this mimic of Cor's earlier action. It all is made even more sensual by what has gone on since then.
When he feels the pull of magic and the air suddenly on his body where clothes once were, he can't help but laugh, the sound deep and rolling.]
I see someone has managed to pull his head back together quite quickly. Perhaps you attentions should be on him instead?
[Regis shifts so he can meet Cor's gaze, a promise in his eyes.]
Yes, my lion? Do you wish for something?
[One finger of his free hand lightly brushes against Cor's lips.]
You need only ask.
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Date: 2020-05-30 03:25 am (UTC)Trying to escape already, hmmm~? Well..... I suppose I'll let you off easy this time. But only because you still have a lion to tame.
[He doesn't want to pull away. He wants to press against them both, and lose himself in their touches again; his whole body aches with the lack of warmth as he draws back, shifting in bed until he can properly get at the rest of the mess he's intent on cleaning up. For the moment, he simply drags his tongue over Cor's abs in long, lazy licks, peppering freshly cleaned skin with soft kisses as he goes.]
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