[The ghost of sensation when he already has Regis' hands on his face makes him shudder. For a moment he almost flicks his gaze upward, expecting Will to be just behind his King, grinning like a fool. But he can't look away from those vibrant green eyes, falling into the kiss as readily as Regis offers it.
Warm lips and a delicious satisfaction that is so tempting to further, to press for more because surely he won't get another opportunity. That, at least, he manages to restrain, savoring the moment but asking no more. Even if he does whimper ever so softly when Regis finally pulls back, the sensation of fingertips on his lips surprising.
He smiles softly at the other man, a kind of bone deep contentment in his gaze.]
Proper, polite citizens, right?
[He can do that. He can handle that. With the warmth of Regis' lips lingering on his own he could do anything.]
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Warm lips and a delicious satisfaction that is so tempting to further, to press for more because surely he won't get another opportunity. That, at least, he manages to restrain, savoring the moment but asking no more. Even if he does whimper ever so softly when Regis finally pulls back, the sensation of fingertips on his lips surprising.
He smiles softly at the other man, a kind of bone deep contentment in his gaze.]
Proper, polite citizens, right?
[He can do that. He can handle that. With the warmth of Regis' lips lingering on his own he could do anything.]