[Certainly there are many situations where Nyx's eagerness has gotten him into trouble, but this isn't one of them. Regis had been ready to help with removing the rest of his clothing once the brace was gone, but that would have given him time to start thinking again and the direction that train of thought would have taken would have been nothing short of disastrous for the current mood. It would have let him remember just how much he hates the shape his body's in; how much he's lost to the Crystal's drain over just the last few years; how there is no way he can compare to eager young man with him.
Astrals, even if he didn't have the mobility issues, when would he have time to train? How many times recently has he had to all but order people to allow Clarus time to train for his primary role?
It's impossible to think about these things with Nyx's hands on him, though. Regis' mind focuses on the way battle-worn fingers slide over his skin and the trails of heat left in their wake. When Nyx expresses his appreciation, Regis even finds himself chuckling, or at least, starting to. The end of the sound is lost in the crash of lips that follow it, in the heat and electricity that burns anew between them once they are back in contact. It doesn't take long for one of his hands to make its way into the Glaive's hair again, sliding up his neck to settle at the back of his head. The other hand takes longer to settle, though, since Regis has no intention of breaking their kiss or those that follow in order to look at the exact positioning of their bodies. Instead, he relies on wandering touches to get Nyx to shift until they are close enough he can wrap his hand around both their cocks and give them a slow stroke.]
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Astrals, even if he didn't have the mobility issues, when would he have time to train? How many times recently has he had to all but order people to allow Clarus time to train for his primary role?
It's impossible to think about these things with Nyx's hands on him, though. Regis' mind focuses on the way battle-worn fingers slide over his skin and the trails of heat left in their wake. When Nyx expresses his appreciation, Regis even finds himself chuckling, or at least, starting to. The end of the sound is lost in the crash of lips that follow it, in the heat and electricity that burns anew between them once they are back in contact. It doesn't take long for one of his hands to make its way into the Glaive's hair again, sliding up his neck to settle at the back of his head. The other hand takes longer to settle, though, since Regis has no intention of breaking their kiss or those that follow in order to look at the exact positioning of their bodies. Instead, he relies on wandering touches to get Nyx to shift until they are close enough he can wrap his hand around both their cocks and give them a slow stroke.]