[Standing behind him Cor can hardly see Regis' face but the way he melts makes Cor's heart rate pick up, his breath catches in his throat. He goes still for a moment, struggling to keep his composure, to not give in to selfish desires that might make his King uncomfortable.
But the haziness in his voice, the way he seems to have lost himself in sensation instead of conversation... It's too much for Cor to resist. Shifting that half step forward so his chest brushes against Regis' back with every inhale. The hand on his hip spreads out slightly, sliding around just a little, laying flat over Regis' stomach beneath the shirt.]
Reggie... [A soft exhale near his ear, something strained and fragile in his voice for that moment. If Regis doesn't step away Cor's not entirely sure what he might end up doing. He's not supposed to be doing this, be touching him like this, be letting his own wants get in the way of.... of what? Of whatever they're doing here, though the line feels like it's blurring more by the moment.]
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But the haziness in his voice, the way he seems to have lost himself in sensation instead of conversation... It's too much for Cor to resist. Shifting that half step forward so his chest brushes against Regis' back with every inhale. The hand on his hip spreads out slightly, sliding around just a little, laying flat over Regis' stomach beneath the shirt.]
Reggie... [A soft exhale near his ear, something strained and fragile in his voice for that moment. If Regis doesn't step away Cor's not entirely sure what he might end up doing. He's not supposed to be doing this, be touching him like this, be letting his own wants get in the way of.... of what? Of whatever they're doing here, though the line feels like it's blurring more by the moment.]