[Nyx is grinning like a fool as Regis explains this little tradition, imagining how scandalized the Prince, never mind most of the Guard he's encountered, would be to know what their King owns... and also who he's going to be using it with.
He's quick to flick the lid off, tossing it aside carelessly to rummage through the box. Lube, condoms, flavored condoms and he lifts those up with a wicked grin and a wink.]
Later~
[And then he pulls out a small box with two bottles in it, one blue and one red. Lube, and massage oil supposedly, one tingling, one warming and Nyx can't help laughing at that.]
They forget you have magic? All the heat we need right here.
[And as he says it he steps in close again, waggling his fingers at Regis before trailing one down the bared expanse of his chest, letting the heat of magic flicker from his fingertip to lick along the king's skin. His finger dips down, letting his nail scrape slightly at the hair line leading down to his pants.
Then Nyx is leaning in abruptly, dragging his tongue back up the line he'd just drawn, a sharp chill following in the wake of his mouth, hot and cold sharply contrasted even as the box gets dumped onto the rug so his fingers can start working on Regis' pants.
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He's quick to flick the lid off, tossing it aside carelessly to rummage through the box. Lube, condoms, flavored condoms and he lifts those up with a wicked grin and a wink.]
Later~
[And then he pulls out a small box with two bottles in it, one blue and one red. Lube, and massage oil supposedly, one tingling, one warming and Nyx can't help laughing at that.]
They forget you have magic? All the heat we need right here.
[And as he says it he steps in close again, waggling his fingers at Regis before trailing one down the bared expanse of his chest, letting the heat of magic flicker from his fingertip to lick along the king's skin. His finger dips down, letting his nail scrape slightly at the hair line leading down to his pants.
Then Nyx is leaning in abruptly, dragging his tongue back up the line he'd just drawn, a sharp chill following in the wake of his mouth, hot and cold sharply contrasted even as the box gets dumped onto the rug so his fingers can start working on Regis' pants.
Finally.]