[Another, low pleased groan as fingers curl in his hair, his breath coming a little faster, lips parting... And then Regis' fingers are there and his tongue darts out to flicker over his fingertips.
Which turns to a sharp nip at that challenge. His free hand comes up to catch Regis' wrist, holding him firmly, squeezing just a little, holding his hand carefully still. Nyx never looks away from Regis' gaze, his own eyes gone fever bright and hungry.
He nuzzles into Regis' palm, nips hard at the swell of his thumb, dragging teeth over the muscle there. ]
Remember that tomorrow, Majesty.
[A wicked grin, all sharp teeth and primal need and then his other hand comes up to the still fastened sleeve, yanking hard enough to tear the button hole, the cuff link flopping off onto the rug somewhere but it's the last thing Nyx is concerned about because the moment Regis' wrist is bared he's latching on to delicate skin, lower teeth digging in hard over his pulse while the upper set catches just over the edge of that bone. Once his teeth are set he seals his mouth around his King's wrist, sucks hard, slowly increases the pressure of his teeth until he drags a sound out of Regis.
Only then does he finally drop the hand that was holding his sleeve back. It doesn't return to his thigh, though, no... with that challenge in mind he gives up all pretense and subtlety, settling his hand between Regis' legs, rolling the heel of it down gently even as he sucks at his wrist.]
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Which turns to a sharp nip at that challenge. His free hand comes up to catch Regis' wrist, holding him firmly, squeezing just a little, holding his hand carefully still. Nyx never looks away from Regis' gaze, his own eyes gone fever bright and hungry.
He nuzzles into Regis' palm, nips hard at the swell of his thumb, dragging teeth over the muscle there. ]
Remember that tomorrow, Majesty.
[A wicked grin, all sharp teeth and primal need and then his other hand comes up to the still fastened sleeve, yanking hard enough to tear the button hole, the cuff link flopping off onto the rug somewhere but it's the last thing Nyx is concerned about because the moment Regis' wrist is bared he's latching on to delicate skin, lower teeth digging in hard over his pulse while the upper set catches just over the edge of that bone. Once his teeth are set he seals his mouth around his King's wrist, sucks hard, slowly increases the pressure of his teeth until he drags a sound out of Regis.
Only then does he finally drop the hand that was holding his sleeve back. It doesn't return to his thigh, though, no... with that challenge in mind he gives up all pretense and subtlety, settling his hand between Regis' legs, rolling the heel of it down gently even as he sucks at his wrist.]