It's enough to still his breath in his chest, make time stop for a span of heartbeats, something fragile and needy flickering through his gaze, a stunned surge of emotion that is not at all like the hot crackle of power that's been so common tonight but something softer, a shivering kind of warmth.
It's not fair, it's not true. It can't be, neither of them can make any guarantees about their own longevity but the fact that Regis, so careful with his words, would say it anyway... It's an offer, he knows that much, not a promise but still a statement of intent. That this man would even give him that much... It's more than he deserves, and yet when Regis captures him in another fierce kiss he returns it with every ounce of his being. More than he deserves but he will grab the opportunity with hands and teeth and never let go.
The kiss is bruising and demanding, whimpers and moans spilling out onto Regis' tongue and when he draws back enough to not only breathe but speak he has to start several times before Nyx allows him enough room to form the words. His mouth returns to Regis' throat, this time to the left, lips and tongue hot over the network of scars.
But he doesn't answer, doesn't trust himself to form words that won't be thick with not just pleasure but emotion he's not quite prepared to deal with just now. Instead he lets one hand move, shifting back to grab at Regis' bruised wrist, guiding his hand lower, not his back but his ass, and over a touch more, letting Regis' fingertips dip between the swell of muscle.]
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Vunajan.
It's enough to still his breath in his chest, make time stop for a span of heartbeats, something fragile and needy flickering through his gaze, a stunned surge of emotion that is not at all like the hot crackle of power that's been so common tonight but something softer, a shivering kind of warmth.
It's not fair, it's not true. It can't be, neither of them can make any guarantees about their own longevity but the fact that Regis, so careful with his words, would say it anyway... It's an offer, he knows that much, not a promise but still a statement of intent. That this man would even give him that much... It's more than he deserves, and yet when Regis captures him in another fierce kiss he returns it with every ounce of his being. More than he deserves but he will grab the opportunity with hands and teeth and never let go.
The kiss is bruising and demanding, whimpers and moans spilling out onto Regis' tongue and when he draws back enough to not only breathe but speak he has to start several times before Nyx allows him enough room to form the words. His mouth returns to Regis' throat, this time to the left, lips and tongue hot over the network of scars.
But he doesn't answer, doesn't trust himself to form words that won't be thick with not just pleasure but emotion he's not quite prepared to deal with just now. Instead he lets one hand move, shifting back to grab at Regis' bruised wrist, guiding his hand lower, not his back but his ass, and over a touch more, letting Regis' fingertips dip between the swell of muscle.]