[The silence that comes after that statement is unexpected. Regis waits several moments for some kind of smart, if breathless, comment to soften the deeper meaning that lies behind those words, but when it doesn't come, he pauses, looking up to take in Nyx's expression. The need is still there, but something else darkens those pale eyes. A realization, perhaps. Good, but something the Glaive hadn't been expecting. It causes Regis to pause in his actions, leaning up to press a much gentler kiss to Nyx's lips, fondness breaking through the heat in his own gaze.]
Forever. [The word is exhaled more than spoken against Nyx's lips and then Regis returns to his previous actions, the kiss that follows once more intense. He doesn't want to let Nyx fall too far into his own mind right now. Not when the Glaive has done so much to keep him out of his own.
When he sets his fingers back to work, the touch is firmer and this time he lets his fingers linger when they reach the tip of Nyx's cock, thumb spreading the dampness there. At the same time, his other hand slides up over the Glaive's hip, fingers splaying across his back and digging in there, one more anchor to keep the younger man from tumbling from his lap.]
Tell me what you want. [It takes some time to get the request gasped out between kisses and the need to catch his breath, not that Regis is in a hurry. He's finally let himself go to the heat and haze, soaking in each feeling, sound, and sight like one who may never experience any of it again. There is a push forward, but it is for more, not a rush to conclusion.]
no subject
Forever.
[The word is exhaled more than spoken against Nyx's lips and then Regis returns to his previous actions, the kiss that follows once more intense. He doesn't want to let Nyx fall too far into his own mind right now. Not when the Glaive has done so much to keep him out of his own.
When he sets his fingers back to work, the touch is firmer and this time he lets his fingers linger when they reach the tip of Nyx's cock, thumb spreading the dampness there. At the same time, his other hand slides up over the Glaive's hip, fingers splaying across his back and digging in there, one more anchor to keep the younger man from tumbling from his lap.]
Tell me what you want.
[It takes some time to get the request gasped out between kisses and the need to catch his breath, not that Regis is in a hurry. He's finally let himself go to the heat and haze, soaking in each feeling, sound, and sight like one who may never experience any of it again. There is a push forward, but it is for more, not a rush to conclusion.]
What do you need?