[Nyx has no intention of doing more than tasting and teasing, swirling his tongue around the head of his king's cock and humming a pleased sound that he intentionally makes louder to let the vibrations add to the heat. He lifts his gaze, watches Regis slump back against the chair, stifles the urge to grin when the older man ends up clinging to him to steady himself.
And even as he does it his hands tug at each leather strap, unfastening clever metal hooks and clips. At least once he makes a sharp noise of protest as a clasp pinches his fingers. He doesn't let it distract from his task though, apologizing for the jerk and the sound with soft suckles.
Eventually he has to lean back, letting Regis slip from his mouth with a messy, wet slurping sound, obviously intentional because if he can't make the king be at least a little dirty then where's the fun in that?
Then he's sitting back on his heels, hands guiding Regis to extend his leg so that he can pull the brace off, far more respectful this time when he sets it aside and out of the way.]
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And even as he does it his hands tug at each leather strap, unfastening clever metal hooks and clips. At least once he makes a sharp noise of protest as a clasp pinches his fingers. He doesn't let it distract from his task though, apologizing for the jerk and the sound with soft suckles.
Eventually he has to lean back, letting Regis slip from his mouth with a messy, wet slurping sound, obviously intentional because if he can't make the king be at least a little dirty then where's the fun in that?
Then he's sitting back on his heels, hands guiding Regis to extend his leg so that he can pull the brace off, far more respectful this time when he sets it aside and out of the way.]