[Regis' words are interrupted as a pair of lips crash into his--hot, passionate, insistent. Gone is the gentleness from before, burned away in an instant of pure need. When magic thickens the air this time, it's not in threat but in reaction to the rise of emotion in Regis' chest. It's been some time since he's felt such emotion so strongly and it's overwhelming at first, enough that the hand he has Nyx's shoulder, slides down across the Glaive's back and then up to the other shoulder where his fingers dig in so he can use the other man's steady form as an anchor. When he pulls back from the kiss a moment later, it's with a breathless chuckle that has nothing to do with the foolish words he breathes out.]
You're going to have to let me breathe, pup. My lungs are about 20 years older than yours. [Before Nyx can reply, though, Regis leans in to return the favor, claiming the Glaive's lips with his own. For all his concerns of being out of practice, the kiss is every bit as confident and insistent as the one before, though when Regis pulls back this time, it is only by the barest amount, each whispered word causing his lips to brush against Nyx's.]
You only need to remain on your knees if that's really where you wish to be.
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[Regis' words are interrupted as a pair of lips crash into his--hot, passionate, insistent. Gone is the gentleness from before, burned away in an instant of pure need. When magic thickens the air this time, it's not in threat but in reaction to the rise of emotion in Regis' chest. It's been some time since he's felt such emotion so strongly and it's overwhelming at first, enough that the hand he has Nyx's shoulder, slides down across the Glaive's back and then up to the other shoulder where his fingers dig in so he can use the other man's steady form as an anchor. When he pulls back from the kiss a moment later, it's with a breathless chuckle that has nothing to do with the foolish words he breathes out.]
You're going to have to let me breathe, pup. My lungs are about 20 years older than yours.
[Before Nyx can reply, though, Regis leans in to return the favor, claiming the Glaive's lips with his own. For all his concerns of being out of practice, the kiss is every bit as confident and insistent as the one before, though when Regis pulls back this time, it is only by the barest amount, each whispered word causing his lips to brush against Nyx's.]
You only need to remain on your knees if that's really where you wish to be.