[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.]
[Watching the desire in Regis' gaze alone is enough to make his breath hitch and his muscles clench beneath Will's questing tongue. The moment Regis' finger touches his lips his mouth falls open, tongue flicking out to ghost over the pad of that finger.
Does he wish for something?
Gods he can barely think, barely make sense of what they're saying and what is going on and he's so overwhelmed coming up with words is beyond him for several moments. He moans softly, rocks back against the press of Regis now that there is no fabric between them. One hand idly drifts down to card through violet hair.]
You... just... you
[Always and only him, his entire life he's wanted nothing but this man beside him.]
Let me feel you.
[However he wanted to take that, it didn't matter. Just being there, in his King's arms, being able to give the man he's been enamored with most of his life the same kind of pleasure he'd already received. That was all he wanted, all he needed.]
[The desire in Regis' eyes grows even hotter as he watches Will's attention shift from his hand to Cor's stomach. The way the younger man's muscle twitch under the questing tongue make Regis strongly consider joining their violet-haired friend, but then he feels Cor flick his tongue against his finger and he can't help but turn his attention completely back to his lion. He makes a weak attempt to catch that daring tongue and then leans over and down on Cor, finally catching his lips in the kiss he wanted earlier. While he does so, the hand Will was so studiously clearing earlier slips between them again, this time finding its way to one of Cor's nipples and rubbing magic warmed fingers over it. The rubbing is followed by a tweak that occurs at the same time that Regis himself takes a nip at Cor's bottom lip.]
Greedy little lion, aren't you? It's a good thing I've feeling very generous today. I will be quite happy to give you all you desire.
[Oh, good. As long as this is a dream, Cor is allowed to be greedy, isn't he? He can voice his desires without fear, without can'ts or shouldn'ts or mustn'ts--because it isn't real, is it? He's escaping from the weight of his duties, hiding in the warm embrace of a fantasy willing to give him everything he's yearned for, for so long.....
The hand in his hair is gentler, now. He has far more freedom of movement. So Will simply hums in satisfaction as Regis steps in to take control, mouth trailing down to industriously start cleaning the cum smeared over Cor's cock with long, eager licks. After all, by the time Regis is ready to indulge him, shouldn't Cor be ready again in turn? It's bound to be messy work--but then again, Cor seems to like it when he's the reason he's a bit unkempt, doesn't he?]
[Too many things happen all at once. Warm fingers turn harsh against his chest, slow sweet licks along his belly turn to a long heavy stroke of tongue along his cock, teeth catch his lip after drowning in his King's kiss.
It's no wonder, then, that he jerks beneath them, a subtle spark like static electricity jumping between his lips and Regis'. It's Will that feels the stronger pulse of unrestrained magic, a surge of delicate lightning tickling across his scalp from the points of Cor's fingers. For a moment he simply gasps and shudders, blue eyes trying to focus on Regis' face. But his King's playful, teasing words have him blinking away the haze, trying to focus despite the way Will's hair clings to his hand with so much static or the way he still trembles beneath that curious tongue.]
Generous?
[A huffed breath, almost a laugh, incredulous. Really, Regis, you act like it's some sort of hardship. Both hands lift to twist into silvered hair, yanking Regis closer to kiss him again and this time it's not slow and languid but a fierce clash of lips and teeth as Cor does his absolute best to devour the older man. The very first time Regis attempts to gain a little space to breathe through the onslaught Cor shifts, one hand dropping enough to nudge Will aside before he deftly uses long limbs and lean muscle to shove Regis back against the bed, kneeling over him and bending down to continue kissing him senseless.]
[A soft chuckle huffs from Regis' mouth when he feels that spark jump between them, knowing exactly what it is and what it means. It's one of the reasons he fights so much to keep control of himself. He is the source of the magic, after all. When his emotions take control of it, things get damaged and people know. Perhaps more than should know.
Of course, Regis has little time to worry about that because a moment after that spark, Cor is devouring him like the lion he is so often compared to. Another laugh bubbles in his throat, but it is lost in the kiss and low moan that follow. Cor won't find him easy prey, for his response is no less intense. He does have to bit back a wince, though, when Cor shoves him back against the bed, the sudden movement twisting his knee in a way that it finds very unpleasant. Fortunately, Cor is eager to continue his assault, so it is easy for Regis to focus on wrapping his arms around the younger man and pulling him closer, fingernails digging into tanned skin even as he lets his tongue and lips clash with Cor's in return.]
[Will can't help but gasp at the tingle of lightning racing over his skin, breath washing hot and heavy over Cor's cock, shuddering under the hand buried in his hair. It should hurt, he thinks--the accidental jolts he's gotten from training his Electabuzz certainly do--, and yet.....
And yet the lingering prickle of nerves only makes him more keen on his prize, eager to start easing Cor's cock into his mouth. He's almost disappointed when he finds himself nudged away instead--but like any good dream creature, Will simply fades into the background now that he's not needed, rolling onto his side and watching the pair with keen interest.
Even Will has to bite back a noise, assaulted by the sudden stab of Regis' pain. Under any other circumstances, he would call the man out on it immediately--is sorely tempted to do so, even now. But..... well, after all this hard work getting Cor to this state, he doesn't want to make the poor thing feel guilty. He can understand why Regis isn't saying anything, as much as he dislikes it. But later..... later, when they have a moment to themselves, Regis is going to get scolded whether he likes it or not.]
[He doesn't mean to be quite so dismissive of Will but his focus is so single-minded, so intense on Regis that he doesn't think much about what the smaller man might do once he's been moved. Surely he'd hop back in somewhere? Whatever.
The only thing that matters is his King, moaning beneath him, nails sharp points of pain that make him break the kiss to gasp briefly. Then he's arching up into that hold, shuddering at the harsh press of fingers, taking a moment to shift back a little. It only takes a moment of squirming and adjusting his position to settle himself down with Regis' erection trapped against the man's stomach with his weight.
Firm heat rubbing up against his taint, his balls, his own cock that is slowly trying to resume it's interest in what's going on.]
Reggie. Let me-?
[Let him what? He's not even sure what he'd meant to continue with. It doesn't matter, though, as long as he can make Regis lose himself. As long as he can please his King.]
[The way that Cor's shift in position frays Regis' control is reflected in how the temperature in the room suddenly rises. The weight and heat against his erection make it very hard for him to think of anything else, especially when he can feel the occasional twitches that show Cor's own erection is returning. He leans up into the younger man, pressing him down with fingertips that now carry a heat that has nothing to do with the heat in the room.
When Cor draws back to ask his question, he will find that Regis' green eyes have darkened to the point that the golden flecks show almost like motes of sunlight. He waits for the young man to finish his sentence, but when he doesn't, a soft chuckle slips from his mouth and he leans forward so he can speak his reply right against Cor's lips.]
Do whatever you want, my beautiful lion. Show me exactly how your wondrous mind wishes to please me.
[The look in Regis' eyes is enough to make him shudder alone, hips rolling down against the older man eagerly. He may not have experience on his side but he has a good idea of how things could proceed. But wrapped up in this dream space he doesn't know where to look or even where to start.
He looks around quickly, uncertainly, glancing down at Will and biting his lip briefly before looking past him to the nightstand. He's never done this before, not exactly, but he knows some sort of lubricant needs to be involved.
Well... maybe he'd sort of done this, once or twice, fingers buried inside himself, panting and desperately wishing it were his King.]
[Both. Definitely, definitely both. Even not touching him, Reggie is heating the room like a furnace; he can feel beads of sweat trickling down his neck and chest, and making long hair cling to his face. And just how can he ignore just how enticing it is, watching these two together, feeling the fever pitch Cor is working Regis into? How can he not graciously help these budding fantasies become reality?
Will doesn't reach for the nightstand, doesn't even look at it as he sits up. Nevertheless, the drawer opens, and a bottle obligingly comes to his hand--the same spicy chai-scented lotion they had swiped from Regis months ago, if the older man bothers to look. He smiles sweetly at Cor, making an encouraging little "go on" gesture.]
He's not going to kiss himself. Just relax and leave everything to me, gorgeous~ ♥
[Even aside from keeping Regis occupied, he'll need the shifted position to give him space to work. How is he supposed to get Cor ready if he can't squeeze a hand between them, after all?]
[Even distracted as he is, Regis can't help but acknowledge Will's horrible--and wonderful--joke in some way. He raises one hand from Cor's back and shakes a teasing finger in the violet-haired man's direction. For just a moment, flame bursts to life on the end of his finger before vanishing as he returns his hand to its previous enjoyable task.
He's about to catch Cor in another kiss in hopes of dispelling some of his nervousness so he will finish an actual full sentence when he hears the door of the nightstand open and sees the bottle float out. Of course Will wouldn't actually move to get it. Why lose such a nice view, but there is something else that catches his attention more.]
Is that where my lotion disappeared to?
[Regis can't help but be very amused, but there is also a small part of him that is oddly touched. In some way, he's been with them all this time and he never even knew it.]
[The joke earns a snort from Cor, unrestrained and amused and the little flicker of flame at his King's fingertip only earns another muffled laugh. Of course, that's before he tips forward to flick his tongue over Regis' fingertip as though he could lick the flame straight from his hand and swallow it down. Not that it didn't feel like he already had, warm air shifting hot as Regis' temperature rises, Cor's body beginning to shine in the morning light.
They'll all need a shower later. Or at least, they would. Except... this isn't real. Or is it? It's confusing and hazy, so much of it more detailed than a dream has any right to be but also so surreal that it can't be anything but. He shakes his head as if to dismiss the thought, flashing a wicked grin over at Will before he does precisely as suggested.
He lays over Regis once more, capturing his lips, hungry kisses stealing their breath as Cor rocks down against his King. The feel of him, eager and wanting, is intoxicating and the younger man tries to burn the sensation into his memory, focusing so hard on the throb of his pulse beneath him, the exact size and shape of him laid between them. At least... until slick, delicate fingers find their place inside him and Cor breaks the kiss with a sharp gasp that turns to a curse, back arching, pressing down against Regis and up into Will's hands in equal measure.]
Oh fu-
[His gaze flickers down to Regis, trying to kiss him again, lips finding lips only for him to draw away with every other breath, moaning and whimpering against his King's mouth. It's dizzying and as his eyes drift out of focus he lays more fully over Regis, breath hot against the older man's ear. Words punctuated by more and more breathy moans as Will worked him open.]
D'you know...? Astrals 've done this to myself so many times. For you. Wanting it to be you.
[Will only laughs aloud at both the playful scolding and the question. If the way he's smirking is any indication, he's completely unrepentant about both. After all, they'd both thought it was funny, no matter how bad it was, hadn't they? And of course Cor would want to keep something that smelled like his King, especially before he'd been allowed to just have him.....
That smug satisfaction only grows as he gets to work, watching the pair intently to enjoy the show. With Cor so focused on Regis like this, he can take all the time he wants to get Cor ready--and to tease him mercilessly while he recovers, until he needs this just as badly as Regis does.]
[It's strange. Regis--unlike Cor--knows reality from fantasy, but there are still moments where he finds himself wondering if he, perhaps, has slipped into some kind of dream. He will never get used to seeing Cor like this. So eager, unrestrained and bold. It takes his breath away and makes him wonder, once more, how he had managed to miss all the signs over the years. Aulea hadn't, so why had he?
Of course, that is a question that requires more focus and thought than Regis has to give it at the moment. Not with Cor kissing him so hard and then pressing his weight into him with such abandon as if he would make them one being if possible just so he could be forever close to his king.
Regis lets one hand slide down to rest in the swell of Cor's back, fingers pressing the young man closer even as he rises himself to meet him. His other hand threads its way up into his lion's hair, finger still tingling where Cor's tongue had licked at it only moment ago.
Eventually, he has to stop the onslaught of kisses, if for no other reason, than so he can respond to Cor's last statement.]
My apologies for having made you wait so long. We'll have to repeat this many times to make up for it...and perhaps you will even let me watch you prepare yourself for me someday.
[It starts with a flicker of a cocky grin, the expression driven away with a particularly clever twist of Will's fingers inside of him. The teen's hips jerk, pressing back, meeting the resistance of Regis' hand on his back and then pressing hard down into his King.
It is clear they needn't have worried about his recovery time, already near fullness as he works himself back on Will's fingers.]
You'd like that? [Breathless, strained and thrilled and he leans back to offer Regis a smile, something that would be full of the bravado of his youth if he weren't so thoroughly distracted by their touches. He glances back at Will, lip caught between his teeth, unsure if the two of them would agree to let him push forward the way he wants to, so badly.]
Yes. Only a fool would not wish to watch one a fine inside as out as you are. Do you have any idea how hearing you say that makes me feel?
[Regis takes a finger of his free hand so he can trace it along his jaw before bringing it up to trace over his lips as well. Even with all the heat that he is dumping out into the air, Regis feels like he's being burned up from the inside out, a knot of flame swirling in his stomach and groin. it's quickly becoming unbearable.
Fortunately, the familiar way Cor' bites at his lip distracts him if only for a few seconds.]
What is it you are thinking, beautiful lion? Tell us what you desire so we may give it to you.
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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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Date: 2020-05-30 03:53 am (UTC)Does he wish for something?
Gods he can barely think, barely make sense of what they're saying and what is going on and he's so overwhelmed coming up with words is beyond him for several moments. He moans softly, rocks back against the press of Regis now that there is no fabric between them. One hand idly drifts down to card through violet hair.]
You... just... you
[Always and only him, his entire life he's wanted nothing but this man beside him.]
Let me feel you.
[However he wanted to take that, it didn't matter. Just being there, in his King's arms, being able to give the man he's been enamored with most of his life the same kind of pleasure he'd already received. That was all he wanted, all he needed.]
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Date: 2020-05-31 10:09 pm (UTC)Greedy little lion, aren't you? It's a good thing I've feeling very generous today. I will be quite happy to give you all you desire.
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Date: 2020-06-01 01:34 am (UTC)The hand in his hair is gentler, now. He has far more freedom of movement. So Will simply hums in satisfaction as Regis steps in to take control, mouth trailing down to industriously start cleaning the cum smeared over Cor's cock with long, eager licks. After all, by the time Regis is ready to indulge him, shouldn't Cor be ready again in turn? It's bound to be messy work--but then again, Cor seems to like it when he's the reason he's a bit unkempt, doesn't he?]
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Date: 2020-06-02 05:58 am (UTC)It's no wonder, then, that he jerks beneath them, a subtle spark like static electricity jumping between his lips and Regis'. It's Will that feels the stronger pulse of unrestrained magic, a surge of delicate lightning tickling across his scalp from the points of Cor's fingers. For a moment he simply gasps and shudders, blue eyes trying to focus on Regis' face. But his King's playful, teasing words have him blinking away the haze, trying to focus despite the way Will's hair clings to his hand with so much static or the way he still trembles beneath that curious tongue.]
Generous?
[A huffed breath, almost a laugh, incredulous. Really, Regis, you act like it's some sort of hardship. Both hands lift to twist into silvered hair, yanking Regis closer to kiss him again and this time it's not slow and languid but a fierce clash of lips and teeth as Cor does his absolute best to devour the older man. The very first time Regis attempts to gain a little space to breathe through the onslaught Cor shifts, one hand dropping enough to nudge Will aside before he deftly uses long limbs and lean muscle to shove Regis back against the bed, kneeling over him and bending down to continue kissing him senseless.]
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Date: 2020-06-03 01:12 am (UTC)Of course, Regis has little time to worry about that because a moment after that spark, Cor is devouring him like the lion he is so often compared to. Another laugh bubbles in his throat, but it is lost in the kiss and low moan that follow. Cor won't find him easy prey, for his response is no less intense. He does have to bit back a wince, though, when Cor shoves him back against the bed, the sudden movement twisting his knee in a way that it finds very unpleasant. Fortunately, Cor is eager to continue his assault, so it is easy for Regis to focus on wrapping his arms around the younger man and pulling him closer, fingernails digging into tanned skin even as he lets his tongue and lips clash with Cor's in return.]
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Date: 2020-06-03 01:47 am (UTC)And yet the lingering prickle of nerves only makes him more keen on his prize, eager to start easing Cor's cock into his mouth. He's almost disappointed when he finds himself nudged away instead--but like any good dream creature, Will simply fades into the background now that he's not needed, rolling onto his side and watching the pair with keen interest.
Even Will has to bite back a noise, assaulted by the sudden stab of Regis' pain. Under any other circumstances, he would call the man out on it immediately--is sorely tempted to do so, even now. But..... well, after all this hard work getting Cor to this state, he doesn't want to make the poor thing feel guilty. He can understand why Regis isn't saying anything, as much as he dislikes it. But later..... later, when they have a moment to themselves, Regis is going to get scolded whether he likes it or not.]
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Date: 2020-06-05 06:30 pm (UTC)The only thing that matters is his King, moaning beneath him, nails sharp points of pain that make him break the kiss to gasp briefly. Then he's arching up into that hold, shuddering at the harsh press of fingers, taking a moment to shift back a little. It only takes a moment of squirming and adjusting his position to settle himself down with Regis' erection trapped against the man's stomach with his weight.
Firm heat rubbing up against his taint, his balls, his own cock that is slowly trying to resume it's interest in what's going on.]
Reggie. Let me-?
[Let him what? He's not even sure what he'd meant to continue with. It doesn't matter, though, as long as he can make Regis lose himself. As long as he can please his King.]
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Date: 2020-06-07 08:05 am (UTC)When Cor draws back to ask his question, he will find that Regis' green eyes have darkened to the point that the golden flecks show almost like motes of sunlight. He waits for the young man to finish his sentence, but when he doesn't, a soft chuckle slips from his mouth and he leans forward so he can speak his reply right against Cor's lips.]
Do whatever you want, my beautiful lion. Show me exactly how your wondrous mind wishes to please me.
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Date: 2020-06-10 07:35 pm (UTC)He looks around quickly, uncertainly, glancing down at Will and biting his lip briefly before looking past him to the nightstand. He's never done this before, not exactly, but he knows some sort of lubricant needs to be involved.
Well... maybe he'd sort of done this, once or twice, fingers buried inside himself, panting and desperately wishing it were his King.]
I- I don't?
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Date: 2020-06-10 11:28 pm (UTC)[Both. Definitely, definitely both. Even not touching him, Reggie is heating the room like a furnace; he can feel beads of sweat trickling down his neck and chest, and making long hair cling to his face. And just how can he ignore just how enticing it is, watching these two together, feeling the fever pitch Cor is working Regis into? How can he not graciously help these budding fantasies become reality?
Will doesn't reach for the nightstand, doesn't even look at it as he sits up. Nevertheless, the drawer opens, and a bottle obligingly comes to his hand--the same spicy chai-scented lotion they had swiped from Regis months ago, if the older man bothers to look. He smiles sweetly at Cor, making an encouraging little "go on" gesture.]
He's not going to kiss himself. Just relax and leave everything to me, gorgeous~ ♥
[Even aside from keeping Regis occupied, he'll need the shifted position to give him space to work. How is he supposed to get Cor ready if he can't squeeze a hand between them, after all?]
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Date: 2020-06-11 06:49 am (UTC)He's about to catch Cor in another kiss in hopes of dispelling some of his nervousness so he will finish an actual full sentence when he hears the door of the nightstand open and sees the bottle float out. Of course Will wouldn't actually move to get it. Why lose such a nice view, but there is something else that catches his attention more.]
Is that where my lotion disappeared to?
[Regis can't help but be very amused, but there is also a small part of him that is oddly touched. In some way, he's been with them all this time and he never even knew it.]
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Date: 2020-06-12 06:42 am (UTC)They'll all need a shower later. Or at least, they would. Except... this isn't real. Or is it? It's confusing and hazy, so much of it more detailed than a dream has any right to be but also so surreal that it can't be anything but. He shakes his head as if to dismiss the thought, flashing a wicked grin over at Will before he does precisely as suggested.
He lays over Regis once more, capturing his lips, hungry kisses stealing their breath as Cor rocks down against his King. The feel of him, eager and wanting, is intoxicating and the younger man tries to burn the sensation into his memory, focusing so hard on the throb of his pulse beneath him, the exact size and shape of him laid between them. At least... until slick, delicate fingers find their place inside him and Cor breaks the kiss with a sharp gasp that turns to a curse, back arching, pressing down against Regis and up into Will's hands in equal measure.]
Oh fu-
[His gaze flickers down to Regis, trying to kiss him again, lips finding lips only for him to draw away with every other breath, moaning and whimpering against his King's mouth. It's dizzying and as his eyes drift out of focus he lays more fully over Regis, breath hot against the older man's ear. Words punctuated by more and more breathy moans as Will worked him open.]
D'you know...? Astrals 've done this to myself so many times. For you. Wanting it to be you.
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Date: 2020-06-12 07:11 am (UTC)That smug satisfaction only grows as he gets to work, watching the pair intently to enjoy the show. With Cor so focused on Regis like this, he can take all the time he wants to get Cor ready--and to tease him mercilessly while he recovers, until he needs this just as badly as Regis does.]
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Date: 2020-06-20 07:52 am (UTC)Of course, that is a question that requires more focus and thought than Regis has to give it at the moment. Not with Cor kissing him so hard and then pressing his weight into him with such abandon as if he would make them one being if possible just so he could be forever close to his king.
Regis lets one hand slide down to rest in the swell of Cor's back, fingers pressing the young man closer even as he rises himself to meet him. His other hand threads its way up into his lion's hair, finger still tingling where Cor's tongue had licked at it only moment ago.
Eventually, he has to stop the onslaught of kisses, if for no other reason, than so he can respond to Cor's last statement.]
My apologies for having made you wait so long. We'll have to repeat this many times to make up for it...and perhaps you will even let me watch you prepare yourself for me someday.
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Date: 2020-06-20 11:31 pm (UTC)[It starts with a flicker of a cocky grin, the expression driven away with a particularly clever twist of Will's fingers inside of him. The teen's hips jerk, pressing back, meeting the resistance of Regis' hand on his back and then pressing hard down into his King.
It is clear they needn't have worried about his recovery time, already near fullness as he works himself back on Will's fingers.]
You'd like that? [Breathless, strained and thrilled and he leans back to offer Regis a smile, something that would be full of the bravado of his youth if he weren't so thoroughly distracted by their touches. He glances back at Will, lip caught between his teeth, unsure if the two of them would agree to let him push forward the way he wants to, so badly.]
You like watching, Majesty?
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Date: 2020-06-25 06:01 am (UTC)[Regis takes a finger of his free hand so he can trace it along his jaw before bringing it up to trace over his lips as well. Even with all the heat that he is dumping out into the air, Regis feels like he's being burned up from the inside out, a knot of flame swirling in his stomach and groin. it's quickly becoming unbearable.
Fortunately, the familiar way Cor' bites at his lip distracts him if only for a few seconds.]
What is it you are thinking, beautiful lion? Tell us what you desire so we may give it to you.