[The two of them together would be unstoppable. The thought is actually rather amusing, at least until Regis is behind him, voice light with amusement and warm against his ear. There's a fleeting moment where he gasps, something sharp and abrupt before he visibly shudders at the rush of sensation, there and gone in the span of a heartbeat.
They're joking, playing around about something he's entirely lost the thread of. A shirt? right... yes...
What he grabs off a nearby rack is nothing remarkable but neither is it offensive, just something that he can reach around Regis and drape it over his front. The hand with the hanger resting against one shoulder, his other hand on his King's hip to steady him. And this time he leans down, doing the exact same thing to Regis that he'd just done.]
No. I snuck too many sweets passed Clarus.
[His fingers press a little harder, holding his hip, pushing his restraint. It would be so easy to step forward, half a step and Regis' back would be pressed to his chest, the warmth of his King seeping into him as it always does when they touch. But he checks himself. Barely. Drawing in a deep breath that smells of Regis' shampoo and that faint hint of smokiness that always clings to him.
Then he finally lifts his gaze to Will, the jumble of emotions clear in his expression and so very easy to read in his mind. Want and love and a flicker of petty satisfaction all at once.]
If it's to be under a vest something simple like this, perhaps?
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[The two of them together would be unstoppable. The thought is actually rather amusing, at least until Regis is behind him, voice light with amusement and warm against his ear. There's a fleeting moment where he gasps, something sharp and abrupt before he visibly shudders at the rush of sensation, there and gone in the span of a heartbeat.
They're joking, playing around about something he's entirely lost the thread of. A shirt? right... yes...
What he grabs off a nearby rack is nothing remarkable but neither is it offensive, just something that he can reach around Regis and drape it over his front. The hand with the hanger resting against one shoulder, his other hand on his King's hip to steady him. And this time he leans down, doing the exact same thing to Regis that he'd just done.]
No. I snuck too many sweets passed Clarus.
[His fingers press a little harder, holding his hip, pushing his restraint. It would be so easy to step forward, half a step and Regis' back would be pressed to his chest, the warmth of his King seeping into him as it always does when they touch. But he checks himself. Barely. Drawing in a deep breath that smells of Regis' shampoo and that faint hint of smokiness that always clings to him.
Then he finally lifts his gaze to Will, the jumble of emotions clear in his expression and so very easy to read in his mind. Want and love and a flicker of petty satisfaction all at once.]
If it's to be under a vest something simple like this, perhaps?