[The answer comes without any thought or consideration, driven only by need. So many pieces of Regis' surrender push him so close to the edge. The shift of his grip, the surge of the fire, the desperation in those words. It's all enough to have Nyx panting into his mouth, lips hovering above his Kings'. The near contact has sparks tingling and jumping between them, quieting with each kiss and firing back to life with each gasp, every millimeter between them charged with lightning.
Nyx would never dream of denying his king anything, especially not now, not like this, not with Regis' hands firm on his hips. It takes a fleeting moment of shifting, raising himself a little further up Regis' body, whimpering at the promising heat of him as he adjust the angle just so.
When he finally sinks back on him, nails dragging sharply over Regis shoulders as he throws his head back, arching and crying out, it's not fire that bursts in the room but lightning. The sharp crackle of it lighting the room up briefly, flashing through the air as surely as it does across Nyx's nerve endings.
It's almost too much, though it's no one's fault but his own, using the leverage of Regis' shoulder to drive himself down on one swift, smooth stroke, burying the other man inside him and he nearly loses himself right then and there.
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[The answer comes without any thought or consideration, driven only by need. So many pieces of Regis' surrender push him so close to the edge. The shift of his grip, the surge of the fire, the desperation in those words. It's all enough to have Nyx panting into his mouth, lips hovering above his Kings'. The near contact has sparks tingling and jumping between them, quieting with each kiss and firing back to life with each gasp, every millimeter between them charged with lightning.
Nyx would never dream of denying his king anything, especially not now, not like this, not with Regis' hands firm on his hips. It takes a fleeting moment of shifting, raising himself a little further up Regis' body, whimpering at the promising heat of him as he adjust the angle just so.
When he finally sinks back on him, nails dragging sharply over Regis shoulders as he throws his head back, arching and crying out, it's not fire that bursts in the room but lightning. The sharp crackle of it lighting the room up briefly, flashing through the air as surely as it does across Nyx's nerve endings.
It's almost too much, though it's no one's fault but his own, using the leverage of Regis' shoulder to drive himself down on one swift, smooth stroke, burying the other man inside him and he nearly loses himself right then and there.
So much for Galahdian stamina.]