[Every time Regis speaks Nyx is torn between snarling at him, kissing him harder and fiercer and driving the ability to form words out of his head or instead arching into it, wrapping himself up in the elegant praise like some sort of luxurious fur. He huffs a breath, not quite a growl, but this time he lets himself savor the words. A kiss, lighter, playful, smiling against Regis' mouth. There's the intent to speak bu it's delayed by the clever twist of fingers.]
I'll take it instead, if it's all the same to you.
[Laughter muffled in the thick hair along his jaw, teeth pressing in hard to give a nip just below it, even if it means fighting with the tail end of Regis' beard. His hand slides back up Regis' body, fingers hovering over his chest, a jolt of lightning dancing between them skipping from one fingertip to Regis' skin, back to the next.]
What.. this?
[There's amusement in his tone as the arcs of electricity continue, the last one finally sparking from fingertip to nipple and back before abruptly shutting down.
Nyx's weight shifts, his thighs tensing gripping firmly at Regis' hips to steady himself as he arches backwards, laying nearly flat backwards over the king's lap so he can reach that box of goodies without moving his position. He plucks up one of the numerous bottles of lube from the box, makes a show of rolling the muscles of his abdomen, flexible and effortless as he draws himself back up.]
Only if you put your other hand to work, too.
[And then he's pressing that bottle into Regis' free hand.]
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I'll take it instead, if it's all the same to you.
[Laughter muffled in the thick hair along his jaw, teeth pressing in hard to give a nip just below it, even if it means fighting with the tail end of Regis' beard. His hand slides back up Regis' body, fingers hovering over his chest, a jolt of lightning dancing between them skipping from one fingertip to Regis' skin, back to the next.]
What.. this?
[There's amusement in his tone as the arcs of electricity continue, the last one finally sparking from fingertip to nipple and back before abruptly shutting down.
Nyx's weight shifts, his thighs tensing gripping firmly at Regis' hips to steady himself as he arches backwards, laying nearly flat backwards over the king's lap so he can reach that box of goodies without moving his position. He plucks up one of the numerous bottles of lube from the box, makes a show of rolling the muscles of his abdomen, flexible and effortless as he draws himself back up.]
Only if you put your other hand to work, too.
[And then he's pressing that bottle into Regis' free hand.]