[The smirk that accompanies those words is clear in both tone and on the lips that press into Nyx's skin. Regis does move his hands, fingers dipping under the waistband of the Glaive's pants, but he makes no real move to remove them. Instead, he lets himself savor the feel of the fingers that explore his chest and scrape down his sides. There's no attempt to hold back groan or the shiver the sensation draws from him; once more he's quickly being reduced to mess of reactions all wishing to come out at once after being bottled up for so long.]
The guards have very specific instructions for what they are and are not to acknowledge hearing, and they have held their positions for some time. I have no worries about their ability to hold their tongues.
[Regis chuckles softly as his mouth begins following the scars that cover so much of Nyx's chest, paying close attention to each, burning them into his memory.]
Quite honestly, they will probably be too busy dividing up bet winnings with each other to care about much else. [Is Regis aware of the fact his guards have a betting pool about if he will ever take a lover again and who it might be? Of course he is and has found himself quite amused by the antics over the years. For a split second, he can't help but wonder who came closest to predicting this particular outcome and by what odds he will be winning, then his attention is pulled back to where it should be, teeth scraping sharply over the nipple his explorations have led him to.]
no subject
[The smirk that accompanies those words is clear in both tone and on the lips that press into Nyx's skin. Regis does move his hands, fingers dipping under the waistband of the Glaive's pants, but he makes no real move to remove them. Instead, he lets himself savor the feel of the fingers that explore his chest and scrape down his sides. There's no attempt to hold back groan or the shiver the sensation draws from him; once more he's quickly being reduced to mess of reactions all wishing to come out at once after being bottled up for so long.]
The guards have very specific instructions for what they are and are not to acknowledge hearing, and they have held their positions for some time. I have no worries about their ability to hold their tongues.
[Regis chuckles softly as his mouth begins following the scars that cover so much of Nyx's chest, paying close attention to each, burning them into his memory.]
Quite honestly, they will probably be too busy dividing up bet winnings with each other to care about much else.
[Is Regis aware of the fact his guards have a betting pool about if he will ever take a lover again and who it might be? Of course he is and has found himself quite amused by the antics over the years. For a split second, he can't help but wonder who came closest to predicting this particular outcome and by what odds he will be winning, then his attention is pulled back to where it should be, teeth scraping sharply over the nipple his explorations have led him to.]
Howl for me, Wild One.