[For one hopeful moment he thinks that Regis might actually be planning to help him wriggle out of his pants, the dark denim tight and uncomfortable by now. But no, of course this infuriating man only teases, grips at him with those strong fingers on skin now and Nyx groans at the feeling.
The trailing heat of Regis' mouth over his chest only has his nails digging in harder, scrabbling for purchase on the other man's sides, his nails trimmed down so close he barely has enough to hold onto him with. Especially skimming over the fine web of scars that spark and burn with the sensations, blue-violet light dancing under his skin, the glow of magic drawn up from within him to answer each touch.
He starts to laugh, breathless and overwhelmed.]
Least 'm making someone a prof- AH!
[He doesn't need the request from Regis, teeth scrape over his nipple and he's already crying out, arching into it. One hand drops from Regis' side to slam into his hair again, the electricity burning through the air making the touch crackle loudly before he finds purchase, pulling hard, holding Regis' mouth against his chest as best he can.]
Fuck Reg- swear to gods...
[It's possibly a little awkward, holding Regis to his chest while he's panting and breathless and also still rocking in his lap. Only to get moreso when his other hand slips away from Regis' side to drop down to his own pants, twisting his hand to undo the button and try to find enough space to shimmy the zip down.]
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The trailing heat of Regis' mouth over his chest only has his nails digging in harder, scrabbling for purchase on the other man's sides, his nails trimmed down so close he barely has enough to hold onto him with. Especially skimming over the fine web of scars that spark and burn with the sensations, blue-violet light dancing under his skin, the glow of magic drawn up from within him to answer each touch.
He starts to laugh, breathless and overwhelmed.]
Least 'm making someone a prof- AH!
[He doesn't need the request from Regis, teeth scrape over his nipple and he's already crying out, arching into it. One hand drops from Regis' side to slam into his hair again, the electricity burning through the air making the touch crackle loudly before he finds purchase, pulling hard, holding Regis' mouth against his chest as best he can.]
Fuck Reg- swear to gods...
[It's possibly a little awkward, holding Regis to his chest while he's panting and breathless and also still rocking in his lap. Only to get moreso when his other hand slips away from Regis' side to drop down to his own pants, twisting his hand to undo the button and try to find enough space to shimmy the zip down.]
If you're not gonna-