[The drag of nails up his body, sharp and biting, has the Glaive writhing atop his King, breath hitching and stuttering out, body wound tense at the continuous sting. When Regis' hands finally settle at his shoulders it's all he can do to keep himself upright for another moment. The kiss he's drawn into is sloppy at best, breathless and shuddering as he is, unsteady and slumping against the other man.
The bite of teeth at his lip makes him gasp again, harder this time and his own nails bite into Regis' shoulder in retaliation. There's so much, magic a tingling pulse over his skin, the heat of his King inside him, the way his welted flesh burns hotter for the spark of magic on the air. He can hardly catch his breath under the surge of sensation and then Regis moves beneath him and he cries out again, softer this time for his breathlessness.
But there's no denying the intent behind that motion and Nyx grits his teeth, bearing down on his lover, grinding himself against him,savoring the feel of him, so full within him. Then he lets out a slow, steadying breath, finally opening eyes he hadn't realized he'd closed to stare down at his King. The first shift is subtle, slow and careful, testing the strength of his body, already trembling with pleasure.
Each movement becomes more confident, though, building into a steady, rolling pace, riding out the natural swells of the magic around them. ]
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The bite of teeth at his lip makes him gasp again, harder this time and his own nails bite into Regis' shoulder in retaliation. There's so much, magic a tingling pulse over his skin, the heat of his King inside him, the way his welted flesh burns hotter for the spark of magic on the air. He can hardly catch his breath under the surge of sensation and then Regis moves beneath him and he cries out again, softer this time for his breathlessness.
But there's no denying the intent behind that motion and Nyx grits his teeth, bearing down on his lover, grinding himself against him,savoring the feel of him, so full within him. Then he lets out a slow, steadying breath, finally opening eyes he hadn't realized he'd closed to stare down at his King. The first shift is subtle, slow and careful, testing the strength of his body, already trembling with pleasure.
Each movement becomes more confident, though, building into a steady, rolling pace, riding out the natural swells of the magic around them. ]