[For a long moment Nyx stays right where he is, letting Regis'hand rest on the back of his neck, holding him close, savoring the warmth of the older man.
Gradually, as his heart finally slows back to a normal rhythm, the anger in Regis' voice and the surge of magic on the air having put him on edge, he shifts his weight.]
They needn't think anything foul is afoot.
[There's a flicker of that cocky smirk once more and then, slowly, Nyx lowers himself to his knees in front of Regis, settling himself between his legs. His hands unclench from the King's clothing, smoothing out the way it's bunched over his chest. It wouldn't look that strange from afar. Scandalous, certainly, but not dangerous. The dashing King with some young eager lover.
And oh how easy it would be to push, now he's in this position. To ask for more than Regis was ready to give.]
Hero is a title that can only be earned by the dead. It's why the others use it with me... because I should be dead, the stunts I've pulled, the things I do. I should be dead.
I'm no more hero than you are. That's the point isn't it? Just two men... this one hoping to make the days he has left a little brighter if only he might ease the burdens carried by one he cares for.
[And Nyx pushes up on his knees, stretches up to brush another light, hopeful kiss to Regis' lips. As he does so one hand slides up over the knee of his King's bad leg, seeking out strained bands of tendons, rolling the heel of his hand slowly over the weakened muscle. A silent apology for the rough handling.]
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Gradually, as his heart finally slows back to a normal rhythm, the anger in Regis' voice and the surge of magic on the air having put him on edge, he shifts his weight.]
They needn't think anything foul is afoot.
[There's a flicker of that cocky smirk once more and then, slowly, Nyx lowers himself to his knees in front of Regis, settling himself between his legs. His hands unclench from the King's clothing, smoothing out the way it's bunched over his chest. It wouldn't look that strange from afar. Scandalous, certainly, but not dangerous. The dashing King with some young eager lover.
And oh how easy it would be to push, now he's in this position. To ask for more than Regis was ready to give.]
Hero is a title that can only be earned by the dead. It's why the others use it with me... because I should be dead, the stunts I've pulled, the things I do. I should be dead.
I'm no more hero than you are. That's the point isn't it? Just two men... this one hoping to make the days he has left a little brighter if only he might ease the burdens carried by one he cares for.
[And Nyx pushes up on his knees, stretches up to brush another light, hopeful kiss to Regis' lips. As he does so one hand slides up over the knee of his King's bad leg, seeking out strained bands of tendons, rolling the heel of his hand slowly over the weakened muscle. A silent apology for the rough handling.]