I discarded wisdom quite a while ago. [Lap freed, if regretfully so, Regis pulls himself up in the chair, wincing when stiffness in his knee makes it clear he's not going to be standing unaided for a few minutes yet. He sighs then, expanding on that joking answer though he doesn't really want to.]
Stay for a little longer with me if you feel you cannot spend the whole evening. There should be towels and washcloths set out by the bathroom sink if you wish to grab them.
[They both could use a little cleaning up before they settle into bed for however long Nyx feels it prudent to remain.]
Probably about the time You let me in your bedroom, huh?
[Nyx smirks a little as he says it but is quick to move to Regis' side, offering the other man his arm to steady himself.]
Just go easy on me, still a little weak in the knees. [A gentle tease, leaning in to brush a kiss against his temple. He'll take no arguments, helping to steady Regis as they move to the bed. It's only once his King has most of his weight comfortably on the bed itself that he finally lets him go. A moment's hesitation, stepping in to kiss him again, slow but deep, savoring the opportunity to do so.
Then he finally steps back to duck into the bathroom and do as suggested. One cloth to clean himself up and another warm and lightly soapy brought back out with him.]
You, my dear coeurl are giving me far too much credit. I dare say I discarded my wisdom long before that. If you ask the right people, they may even tell you I discarded it back before you were even born. [Clarus and Cor have stories, Nyx. So many stories.]
I don't suppose you have practiced your warping by throwing yourself off the top of the Citadel now, have you? [Fortunately, Regis is in a good enough mood that he doesn't argue, though he is very careful not to lean anymore weight on Nyx than necessary. They really don't need to end this night in a pile on the floor. He has a feeling neither of them will be getting up off it for a while if they do.
Once Nyx returns from the bathroom, Regis holds out his hand for the towel.]
[Nyx's laughter can be heard from the bathroom well before he comes back out, grinning widely.]
Nonsense. Coming to Galahd to rescue us rebellious idiots is the wisest thing you've probably ever done so it's gotta be more recent than that.
[The grin fades to a smirk and he holds the washcloth just out of reach. A gentle tsk and he steps closer taking the time to run the cloth over Regis' skin, starting at his thighs where they're starting to become sticky with lube and then in to more sensitive places. If the King means to make any sort of protest he gets silenced quickly enough with a firm kiss. Let him take care of you, Reggie. And if he spends a little more time than necessary stroking his fingers over damp skin when he's done it's only because he can't get enough of touching the other man.]
I get the distinctive feeling I should argue against part of that, but I don't really want to. [Once more Regis gives into Nyx's insistence, letting the Glaive do has he wishes, groaning contentedly into the kiss when it comes, settling his head on his shoulder once it ends.]
No, you've done a very pleasantly thorough job.
[His voice is soft as sleepiness starts to sneak its way in.]
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[Lap freed, if regretfully so, Regis pulls himself up in the chair, wincing when stiffness in his knee makes it clear he's not going to be standing unaided for a few minutes yet. He sighs then, expanding on that joking answer though he doesn't really want to.]
Stay for a little longer with me if you feel you cannot spend the whole evening. There should be towels and washcloths set out by the bathroom sink if you wish to grab them.
[They both could use a little cleaning up before they settle into bed for however long Nyx feels it prudent to remain.]
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[Nyx smirks a little as he says it but is quick to move to Regis' side, offering the other man his arm to steady himself.]
Just go easy on me, still a little weak in the knees. [A gentle tease, leaning in to brush a kiss against his temple. He'll take no arguments, helping to steady Regis as they move to the bed. It's only once his King has most of his weight comfortably on the bed itself that he finally lets him go. A moment's hesitation, stepping in to kiss him again, slow but deep, savoring the opportunity to do so.
Then he finally steps back to duck into the bathroom and do as suggested. One cloth to clean himself up and another warm and lightly soapy brought back out with him.]
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You, my dear coeurl are giving me far too much credit. I dare say I discarded my wisdom long before that. If you ask the right people, they may even tell you I discarded it back before you were even born.
[Clarus and Cor have stories, Nyx. So many stories.]
I don't suppose you have practiced your warping by throwing yourself off the top of the Citadel now, have you?
[Fortunately, Regis is in a good enough mood that he doesn't argue, though he is very careful not to lean anymore weight on Nyx than necessary. They really don't need to end this night in a pile on the floor. He has a feeling neither of them will be getting up off it for a while if they do.
Once Nyx returns from the bathroom, Regis holds out his hand for the towel.]
I take it you found everything all right?
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Nonsense. Coming to Galahd to rescue us rebellious idiots is the wisest thing you've probably ever done so it's gotta be more recent than that.
[The grin fades to a smirk and he holds the washcloth just out of reach. A gentle tsk and he steps closer taking the time to run the cloth over Regis' skin, starting at his thighs where they're starting to become sticky with lube and then in to more sensitive places. If the King means to make any sort of protest he gets silenced quickly enough with a firm kiss. Let him take care of you, Reggie. And if he spends a little more time than necessary stroking his fingers over damp skin when he's done it's only because he can't get enough of touching the other man.]
Miss anything?
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[Once more Regis gives into Nyx's insistence, letting the Glaive do has he wishes, groaning contentedly into the kiss when it comes, settling his head on his shoulder once it ends.]
No, you've done a very pleasantly thorough job.
[His voice is soft as sleepiness starts to sneak its way in.]
Now come to bed so I can fall asleep on you.