[He presses a gentle kiss to Regis' hair as his King curls into him, pausing for a moment to simply hold him near, to savor the warmth of him. Then Cor leans down, gently settling Regis down into the water, just this side of being too hot. His fingers linger on the other man's shoulders as he shifts to settle himself on a small stool at the head of the tub. A rolled hand towel gets tucked behind Regis' head to protect his neck from any discomfort from the edge of the tub.
For a few moments all Cor does is sit there idly dragging his fingers through Regis' hair, fanning the thick dark locks out, just appraising the absurd length and weight of it after so much of last month left everyone a bit shaggier than the norm. He wants to keep Regis relaxed and pliant like this, to keep the stressors of his life and, more importantly, those of the last few days. There's a quip there on the tip of his tongue about how his hair is even more magnificent now than it had been when they'd met, Regis still a teenager and playing so fully into the stereotypical fop.
But words would make Regis feel the need for more words in response so he just hums, a faint chuckle on his breath, finally trading his fingers for a long toothed comb.]
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For a few moments all Cor does is sit there idly dragging his fingers through Regis' hair, fanning the thick dark locks out, just appraising the absurd length and weight of it after so much of last month left everyone a bit shaggier than the norm. He wants to keep Regis relaxed and pliant like this, to keep the stressors of his life and, more importantly, those of the last few days. There's a quip there on the tip of his tongue about how his hair is even more magnificent now than it had been when they'd met, Regis still a teenager and playing so fully into the stereotypical fop.
But words would make Regis feel the need for more words in response so he just hums, a faint chuckle on his breath, finally trading his fingers for a long toothed comb.]