[If Regis continues mauling his chest he will find that it's a bit of a combination of the two. Because the right side is not nearly so sensitive but, just as the heat of his mouth over those scars on the left side of his chest got an elevated reaction so too does the nipple on that side. Everything hypersensitive where the magic flickers so close to the skin. Something that is very clear as Regis works his teeth over the nub, drawing cries and curses from Nyx.
When the king finally pulls away enough to murmur against his chest Nyx is panting, sharp heavy breaths and his gaze gone distant and foggy with pleasure when he finally lifts his head to look down on the other man. The fingers in Regis' hair slowly uncurl a little, shifting his grip down to brace himself against the back of his neck, the top of one shoulder. He watches Regis' deft hands unfasten his pants and grinning something wild and feral at the heat in his king's gaze.]
Yeah... you got me.
[Muttered breathlessly and it's only after he's said it that the deeper implications of the words really register in his brain. Oh... oh.
But it's true isn't it? Wasn't that precisely why he'd come here? What had gotten them to this point in the first place. Nyx was utterly captivated by the man beneath him and every moment they've spent together in private has only validated all the curiosities and hopes and longings he's been harboring for years now.
Yeah, he's belonged to the Crown for nearly a decade but now, finally, he belongs to Regis. As much as a wild creature can belong to anyone.
There's a moment there where he thinks he should say something else, something more. Either to laugh it off or make it more than it was. But then Regis' hands are pulling his pants down around his thighs, strong fingers wrap around him and he's lost again. Another sharp cry, his voice already starting to go rough as he bucks up into Regis' hand.
His head falls back, he arches... and it's only the anchoring grip of his arm across Regis' shoulder that keeps him from tumbling backwards of his lap. A huff of breath that's nearly a laugh and then Nyx drags himself forward again, fingers catching at silvered hair to yank Regis' head back, crashing his lips to the king's, leaning into his grip and bringing the hand that's free now up to latch onto the top of the chair back. Suddenly he's so grateful for the Lucian decadence that gives him such a sturdy hand hold and the leverage to move his hips against both the hand working him so skillfully and the swell of Regis beneath him.]
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When the king finally pulls away enough to murmur against his chest Nyx is panting, sharp heavy breaths and his gaze gone distant and foggy with pleasure when he finally lifts his head to look down on the other man. The fingers in Regis' hair slowly uncurl a little, shifting his grip down to brace himself against the back of his neck, the top of one shoulder. He watches Regis' deft hands unfasten his pants and grinning something wild and feral at the heat in his king's gaze.]
Yeah... you got me.
[Muttered breathlessly and it's only after he's said it that the deeper implications of the words really register in his brain. Oh... oh.
But it's true isn't it? Wasn't that precisely why he'd come here? What had gotten them to this point in the first place. Nyx was utterly captivated by the man beneath him and every moment they've spent together in private has only validated all the curiosities and hopes and longings he's been harboring for years now.
Yeah, he's belonged to the Crown for nearly a decade but now, finally, he belongs to Regis. As much as a wild creature can belong to anyone.
There's a moment there where he thinks he should say something else, something more. Either to laugh it off or make it more than it was. But then Regis' hands are pulling his pants down around his thighs, strong fingers wrap around him and he's lost again. Another sharp cry, his voice already starting to go rough as he bucks up into Regis' hand.
His head falls back, he arches... and it's only the anchoring grip of his arm across Regis' shoulder that keeps him from tumbling backwards of his lap. A huff of breath that's nearly a laugh and then Nyx drags himself forward again, fingers catching at silvered hair to yank Regis' head back, crashing his lips to the king's, leaning into his grip and bringing the hand that's free now up to latch onto the top of the chair back. Suddenly he's so grateful for the Lucian decadence that gives him such a sturdy hand hold and the leverage to move his hips against both the hand working him so skillfully and the swell of Regis beneath him.]