[People often say that the anticipation of an action can be just as good as when the action itself happens, and right now, Regis would be inclined to agree. He could spend the whole night just watching the way the heat moves in Nyx's eyes--wild and untamed--and feeling the drag of the Glaive's teeth over his skin. After so many years of being a channel for the Crystal's magic, so much feels dull in comparison. Sensation especially tends to fade in the face of that constant burn and pull of life in his veins. Few things manage to make themselves known over that, and yet every touch and look Nyx sends his way does. It doesn't surprise Regis in the slightest then, just how quickly Nyx manages to pull a cry from his lips, a breathless sound of approval following.
It also shouldn't surprise him when Nyx throws aside all pretext and takes things a step farther. The movement that Regis catches out of the corner of his eye really gives him no time to prepare, but that is for the best because it keeps him from pulling up the walls he uses to hide his vulnerability behind. The reaction that comes, then is a pure release of need far too long restrained.
His head drops back against the chair as another cry slips free of his lips, his whole body rocking up into Nyx's hand. The fire in the fireplace leaps and roars a moment before settling back to normal size, and as it does, Regis' hand tightens in Nyx's hair once more, pulling the Glaive's head upward. When he speaks, his voice is breathless and low, laced with the closest he will come to an order in a situation like this.]
Get up here.
[The chair is plenty large enough for two, especially if one is kneeling over the other, and that is exactly what Regis has in mind.]
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[People often say that the anticipation of an action can be just as good as when the action itself happens, and right now, Regis would be inclined to agree. He could spend the whole night just watching the way the heat moves in Nyx's eyes--wild and untamed--and feeling the drag of the Glaive's teeth over his skin. After so many years of being a channel for the Crystal's magic, so much feels dull in comparison. Sensation especially tends to fade in the face of that constant burn and pull of life in his veins. Few things manage to make themselves known over that, and yet every touch and look Nyx sends his way does. It doesn't surprise Regis in the slightest then, just how quickly Nyx manages to pull a cry from his lips, a breathless sound of approval following.
It also shouldn't surprise him when Nyx throws aside all pretext and takes things a step farther. The movement that Regis catches out of the corner of his eye really gives him no time to prepare, but that is for the best because it keeps him from pulling up the walls he uses to hide his vulnerability behind. The reaction that comes, then is a pure release of need far too long restrained.
His head drops back against the chair as another cry slips free of his lips, his whole body rocking up into Nyx's hand. The fire in the fireplace leaps and roars a moment before settling back to normal size, and as it does, Regis' hand tightens in Nyx's hair once more, pulling the Glaive's head upward. When he speaks, his voice is breathless and low, laced with the closest he will come to an order in a situation like this.]
Get up here.
[The chair is plenty large enough for two, especially if one is kneeling over the other, and that is exactly what Regis has in mind.]