[Nyx does roll his eyes this time, rumbling in Regis ear.]
You want me to call you sir in the bedroom we gotta have a talk first.
[A faint laugh, amused and as heated as things are, as much as he wants, that last question, more conversation and comments and things that require more thinking than just responding to his king's touch leave that fire banked subtly. He sighs, leans into Regis a little, just basking in the feeling of the other man against him instead of pushing for anything more for the moment.
Eye of the storm indeed.
As soon as the direction is offered he's looking to the side, judging the distance. And then he bursts out laughing, leaning back from Regis to flash him a Look, clearly awaiting the rest of that story.
While he could use the time to simply lean over and stretch and access the drawer in question he has to finally surrender to the fact that he will, in fact, have to take his feet again. He shifts his weight to one side, shimmies back a little, trails light kisses down Regis' chest as he goes. Eventually rolling back to his feet from the older man's lap with a resigned sigh.
He toes off his boots and kicks off both pants and boxers as he stumbles away from him to the dresser in question. This box better damn well be worth it.]
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You want me to call you sir in the bedroom we gotta have a talk first.
[A faint laugh, amused and as heated as things are, as much as he wants, that last question, more conversation and comments and things that require more thinking than just responding to his king's touch leave that fire banked subtly. He sighs, leans into Regis a little, just basking in the feeling of the other man against him instead of pushing for anything more for the moment.
Eye of the storm indeed.
As soon as the direction is offered he's looking to the side, judging the distance. And then he bursts out laughing, leaning back from Regis to flash him a Look, clearly awaiting the rest of that story.
While he could use the time to simply lean over and stretch and access the drawer in question he has to finally surrender to the fact that he will, in fact, have to take his feet again. He shifts his weight to one side, shimmies back a little, trails light kisses down Regis' chest as he goes. Eventually rolling back to his feet from the older man's lap with a resigned sigh.
He toes off his boots and kicks off both pants and boxers as he stumbles away from him to the dresser in question. This box better damn well be worth it.]