[He wants to snap out some clever retort but finally, finally having Regis' fingers inside him steals away his voice. Any opportunity he might have had to reclaim it is lost when Regis sets his mouth to work at Nyx's collarbone. It draws a breathless cry from him, makes him arch up against his king's mouth, sends the sharp crackling scent of ozone roiling through the air again.
Fingers tangle in silvered hair, holding Regis' mouth in place while also letting Nyx have a handhold to counterbalance as he rocks back, using his body to try to urge Regis to open him up faster. But it seems the older man has other ideas and that does get him another whine, this one starting high and sharp and rolling down into a growl of frustration.]
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[Not a request, a demand, and Nyx yanks hard on Regis hair, dragging that pale green gaze up to meet his. The second time it's snarled against his lips, insistent and eager.]
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Fingers tangle in silvered hair, holding Regis' mouth in place while also letting Nyx have a handhold to counterbalance as he rocks back, using his body to try to urge Regis to open him up faster. But it seems the older man has other ideas and that does get him another whine, this one starting high and sharp and rolling down into a growl of frustration.]
More.
[Not a request, a demand, and Nyx yanks hard on Regis hair, dragging that pale green gaze up to meet his. The second time it's snarled against his lips, insistent and eager.]
More.