[A breathless chuckle follows that statement as Regis chases Nyx for one more kiss before letting the man go, arching up to meet the Glaive's eager bucking. It's hard to hold onto his previous worries while watching how quickly Nyx falls apart under his hands; it's even harder when the Glaive slides one of his own hands backward to encourage and guide him and that whine? Sweet. Needy. It's enough to drive the breath right out of Regis. When he finds his voice again, it comes out as a low rumble.]
Your cheeks said something different earlier, my wild one.
[When Regis arches into Nyx again, he leans forward enough that he can press his lips against the Glaive's collarbone, aggressively working a mark into the warm skin below. At the same time, he sets his fingers to work slowly stretching and stroking Nyx open. It's probably slower than the Glaive would like. The pace might even be called tentative were it not for the fact that the pale green eyes that gaze over Nyx's shoulder are full of aroused mischief.
Can anyone really blame him for wanting to see just how many whines he can pull out of Nyx before they go farther?]
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[A breathless chuckle follows that statement as Regis chases Nyx for one more kiss before letting the man go, arching up to meet the Glaive's eager bucking. It's hard to hold onto his previous worries while watching how quickly Nyx falls apart under his hands; it's even harder when the Glaive slides one of his own hands backward to encourage and guide him and that whine? Sweet. Needy. It's enough to drive the breath right out of Regis. When he finds his voice again, it comes out as a low rumble.]
Your cheeks said something different earlier, my wild one.
[When Regis arches into Nyx again, he leans forward enough that he can press his lips against the Glaive's collarbone, aggressively working a mark into the warm skin below. At the same time, he sets his fingers to work slowly stretching and stroking Nyx open. It's probably slower than the Glaive would like. The pace might even be called tentative were it not for the fact that the pale green eyes that gaze over Nyx's shoulder are full of aroused mischief.
Can anyone really blame him for wanting to see just how many whines he can pull out of Nyx before they go farther?]