[Green eyes catch silver and Nyx is transfixed, focus sliding in and out with each breath, each flex of muscle and shift of his hips but never looking away. For a long moment he doesn't even blink, watching his King with breathless wonder, shuddering at the murmured words even though he hardly registers what the other man is saying. It doesn't matter, just the rich cadence of his voice is enough to send shivers up his spine.
And then Regis leans in to mouth at his neck and Nyx throws his head back, eyes slamming shut and fingers tightening against broad shoulders. A sharp curse escapes him, his rhythm stuttering briefly. He manages to keep himself steady despite how inconsistent his movements become. At least until Regis' hand moves to curl around him again.
A choked cry of his lovers name, nails scraping hard over one shoulder before his hand lifts to slam against the arched back of the chair to keep him from collapsing entirely, and Regis barely gets a full stroke in before Nyx is spilling over his fingers. Rocking down hard on the other man, just savoring the feel of him deep enough to drive the breath from him even as the air burns hot with the crackle of electricity, thick like a storm cloud that stifles either of them from drawing in a deep breath anyway.
Nyx blinks, slowly, drunkenly down at Regis, slides his fingers over the bright weals left by his nails. His lips quirk up in a giddy little smirk and then his breath rushes out once more as he grips the top of the chair for leverage to work himself down against Regis once more, able to focus a little better on his King's reactions now he's not so caught up chasing his own pleasure. Still shuddering and sensitive but enjoying every moment of it if the languid roll of his hips is anything to go by.]
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And then Regis leans in to mouth at his neck and Nyx throws his head back, eyes slamming shut and fingers tightening against broad shoulders. A sharp curse escapes him, his rhythm stuttering briefly. He manages to keep himself steady despite how inconsistent his movements become. At least until Regis' hand moves to curl around him again.
A choked cry of his lovers name, nails scraping hard over one shoulder before his hand lifts to slam against the arched back of the chair to keep him from collapsing entirely, and Regis barely gets a full stroke in before Nyx is spilling over his fingers. Rocking down hard on the other man, just savoring the feel of him deep enough to drive the breath from him even as the air burns hot with the crackle of electricity, thick like a storm cloud that stifles either of them from drawing in a deep breath anyway.
Nyx blinks, slowly, drunkenly down at Regis, slides his fingers over the bright weals left by his nails. His lips quirk up in a giddy little smirk and then his breath rushes out once more as he grips the top of the chair for leverage to work himself down against Regis once more, able to focus a little better on his King's reactions now he's not so caught up chasing his own pleasure. Still shuddering and sensitive but enjoying every moment of it if the languid roll of his hips is anything to go by.]