[He honestly doesn't know what to expect when Regis immediately takes back the space Cor had fought so hard to put between them. Strong fingers trace along his jaw and Cor's eyes flutter shut. For a moment he starts to lean into the touch and then the muscle of his jaw tenses hard, clenching beneath soothing fingers. He swallows hard, his throat dry from the heat of the last moments, merely clicking with the tightness in his chest.
Regis murmurs into his ear again and it's all he can do to choke off the sound that tries to escape, something needy and breathless trapped in his chest, forcing his breath out hard through his nose. His hands curl tight around the shirt he'd picked up for Regis and it's so hard not to drop it and drag his King into his arms and keep him there forever.
He's too busy trying to restrain himself that there's no room for him to actually respond to his friends words.]
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Regis murmurs into his ear again and it's all he can do to choke off the sound that tries to escape, something needy and breathless trapped in his chest, forcing his breath out hard through his nose. His hands curl tight around the shirt he'd picked up for Regis and it's so hard not to drop it and drag his King into his arms and keep him there forever.
He's too busy trying to restrain himself that there's no room for him to actually respond to his friends words.]