[He has no intention of answering that question at first, growling annoyance against Regis' throat, teeth a sharp reprimand for asking something so foolishly obvious. A roll of his hips, arching back to press harder against Regis' hand...
And then that soft apology that makes him grumble but finally draw back from his throat for a moment. It doesn't click, immediately, why the king is pressing this issue so hard, but once it does he slumps against him, forehead thunking down onto the older man's shoulder with a groan, the eye roll audible in his exhalation. Fucking politics.
Then Nyx's lips are back on his throat, soft kisses this time instead of teeth. Up until Nyx can flick his tongue against the shell of Regis' ear. His cheek pressed to Regis' rubbing against him like some giant cat scent marking him, shivering at the way Regis' beard catches at his own stubble and the skin beneath.
And for the first time since Regis answered him so smoothly in the tongue of Galahd Nyx falls back into Lucian, the words still clicking a little with the accent carried over from his own language, making the words harder, sharper and more vulgar even.]
Fuck. Me. [A rush of hot breath over the king's ear, a huff of amusement as Nyx rocks his hips down against him.] Heh... sir.
[Then he snaps his teeth together, letting them click sharply in Regis' ear, a warning as much as the mockery of that title. His patience with the politicking will only stretch so far.]
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And then that soft apology that makes him grumble but finally draw back from his throat for a moment. It doesn't click, immediately, why the king is pressing this issue so hard, but once it does he slumps against him, forehead thunking down onto the older man's shoulder with a groan, the eye roll audible in his exhalation. Fucking politics.
Then Nyx's lips are back on his throat, soft kisses this time instead of teeth. Up until Nyx can flick his tongue against the shell of Regis' ear. His cheek pressed to Regis' rubbing against him like some giant cat scent marking him, shivering at the way Regis' beard catches at his own stubble and the skin beneath.
And for the first time since Regis answered him so smoothly in the tongue of Galahd Nyx falls back into Lucian, the words still clicking a little with the accent carried over from his own language, making the words harder, sharper and more vulgar even.]
Fuck. Me. [A rush of hot breath over the king's ear, a huff of amusement as Nyx rocks his hips down against him.] Heh... sir.
[Then he snaps his teeth together, letting them click sharply in Regis' ear, a warning as much as the mockery of that title. His patience with the politicking will only stretch so far.]