[Hearing that possessive nickname makes his breath shudder out of him, fingers curling around Regis', gently pulling him back against Cor's chest. When he finally breathes in again his cheek is resting lightly against Regis' hair, taking advantage of those few inches of height he has on his King. He's quiet for a long moment, savoring the press of the other man's body, the warmth of him in his arms, their purpose all but forgotten.
How long he stays like that, holding his King, basking in the opportunity to be so intimate with him, Cor couldn't say. Too long to be entirely appropriate for public. Gradually he is able to reign himself back in, pressing a light kiss just behind Regis' ear, gentle and sweet.]
Apologies... We're meant to be finding you something suitably dashing.
[His words are still a little shaky, breathless almost. But he does release his hold on the other man, reluctantly putting space between them again. ]
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How long he stays like that, holding his King, basking in the opportunity to be so intimate with him, Cor couldn't say. Too long to be entirely appropriate for public. Gradually he is able to reign himself back in, pressing a light kiss just behind Regis' ear, gentle and sweet.]
Apologies... We're meant to be finding you something suitably dashing.
[His words are still a little shaky, breathless almost. But he does release his hold on the other man, reluctantly putting space between them again. ]