[Nyx gasps as Regis cries out, sinks down on him and whimpers at the spill of warmth inside of him. If there's meant to be any words in the small sounds he makes they don't quite make it out. He lets himself fall forward, settling heavily on Regis' lap in the moment, pleased and content.
His own gaze is unfocused, blinking in surprise at that kiss, leaning into it and humming softly. But the words that follow draw a quizzical little noise from him.]
Wha- [A slight cough, his throat raw and dry from gasping breaths and cursing, the metallic tang of the charged air on his tongue. The motion makes him shift in Regis' lap and he whines when his King slides free of his body and cum begins to drip down his thigh. There's something both satisfying about it and disappointing at the emptiness that follows.]
What're you thanking me for? [Softer this time, nearly a whisper.]
no subject
His own gaze is unfocused, blinking in surprise at that kiss, leaning into it and humming softly. But the words that follow draw a quizzical little noise from him.]
Wha- [A slight cough, his throat raw and dry from gasping breaths and cursing, the metallic tang of the charged air on his tongue. The motion makes him shift in Regis' lap and he whines when his King slides free of his body and cum begins to drip down his thigh. There's something both satisfying about it and disappointing at the emptiness that follows.]
What're you thanking me for? [Softer this time, nearly a whisper.]