[He's focused on what he's doing so he misses the flicker of disappointment but the rush of interest, even if Regis's masterful control of his breathing doesn't give him away, is perfectly clear. Nyx can feel his pulse jump beneath his lips and it makes him part his lips, laving his tongue in a slow broad swipe across delicate skin, tasting the heat there.
There's a sound that's part groan, part hum of satisfaction, all jumbled up in a growl in the back of his throat as he skims teeth over the swell of fragile bone. But he doesn't bite down, doesn't suck or mark no matter how much he wants to. He only kisses and licks and teases, further down along his King's wrist until he is guiding Regis' hand back into his hair, silvered gaze finally flickering up to meet green.]
Instinct?
[A laugh, a smirk, his hand falls to Regis' thigh again and this time the powerful fingers kneading at the muscle are impossible warm, a faint glow like smoldering embers dancing beneath the skin. Not hot enough to burn but warm enough to soothe aching muscles. Another subtle draw of magic, not unlike the chilled glass.]
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There's a sound that's part groan, part hum of satisfaction, all jumbled up in a growl in the back of his throat as he skims teeth over the swell of fragile bone. But he doesn't bite down, doesn't suck or mark no matter how much he wants to. He only kisses and licks and teases, further down along his King's wrist until he is guiding Regis' hand back into his hair, silvered gaze finally flickering up to meet green.]
Instinct?
[A laugh, a smirk, his hand falls to Regis' thigh again and this time the powerful fingers kneading at the muscle are impossible warm, a faint glow like smoldering embers dancing beneath the skin. Not hot enough to burn but warm enough to soothe aching muscles. Another subtle draw of magic, not unlike the chilled glass.]
Same way I do this.