[Time to settle. But how can he do that with Regis' fingers in his hair, with his King holding him like this. With gentle hands coaxing him into looking up at Regis when he can't trust his control in ways he hasn't had to worry about in 25 years.
Firm, encouraging words about his heart's desire and Cor finally has to close his eyes, jaw clenched, the faintest shimmer of dampness clinging to his lashes. He tips his head, gently pulls away from Regis' hand so he can press his forehead against the younger man's chest. It doesn't matter, none of it matters and he knows that. Aulea has held Regis' heart since they were children and there has never been room for any other. No matter how much he had hoped and hated himself for it.
Slowly he shakes his head, breath coming out unsteady even as he clenches his jaw to fight back the emotions he is not prepared to handle. It's all too much on top of the confusing rush of being with Will earlier. He doesn't deserve either one of them but there's so much of him that aches to have someone after all they've lost.
His fingers curl shakily into the front of Regis' robe, breath coming out in a rush, hot and damp and he can't bear to look at his King, his friend, his world.]
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Firm, encouraging words about his heart's desire and Cor finally has to close his eyes, jaw clenched, the faintest shimmer of dampness clinging to his lashes. He tips his head, gently pulls away from Regis' hand so he can press his forehead against the younger man's chest. It doesn't matter, none of it matters and he knows that. Aulea has held Regis' heart since they were children and there has never been room for any other. No matter how much he had hoped and hated himself for it.
Slowly he shakes his head, breath coming out unsteady even as he clenches his jaw to fight back the emotions he is not prepared to handle. It's all too much on top of the confusing rush of being with Will earlier. He doesn't deserve either one of them but there's so much of him that aches to have someone after all they've lost.
His fingers curl shakily into the front of Regis' robe, breath coming out in a rush, hot and damp and he can't bear to look at his King, his friend, his world.]
But I can't have you.