[Cor had learned, eventually, to accept just how far those boundaries Regis set stretched. They'd had months to learn how they fit together. Things were... different now. More painful, possibly. The last thing Cor wanted to do was push for some of that affection once more and only have it bring Regis pain, reminders of Aulea's absence.
He's tried to keep his hands in check over the last few weeks, reminded himself over and over again that it was up to Regis to decide how the time had changed his feelings. So this was a little bit of an indulgence. One that, perhaps, Regis would feel Cor had taken advantage of. If that was the case he would apologize but... part of him desperately hoped it wasn't.]
That's it...
[Cor is careful to keep one hand at least partially supporting his King's head, letting him still relax into his hands as he worked the lather through long dark strands. Even if, for a moment, he found himself simply watching Regis, a faint smile on his lips, appreciating the line of his jaw, the curve of his ear, the fan of dark lashes... Sometimes it struck him how devastatingly handsome the other man was and he forgot to breathe for a moment, forgot everything else.
Silly as he felt afterward, it was something that had always happened... he just didn't have to hide it as much here.
Once his hair was thoroughly shampooed Cor coaxed Regis back once more. Not quite all the way to the edge of the tub, though. Instead he braced his arm across the tub, let Regis lay back with Cor's arm tucked up against the back of his neck. Then he began scooping water up to rinse his hair clean, a little bit quicker than he'd wet it but not enough to splash overly much or make Regis feel rushed.
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He's tried to keep his hands in check over the last few weeks, reminded himself over and over again that it was up to Regis to decide how the time had changed his feelings. So this was a little bit of an indulgence. One that, perhaps, Regis would feel Cor had taken advantage of. If that was the case he would apologize but... part of him desperately hoped it wasn't.]
That's it...
[Cor is careful to keep one hand at least partially supporting his King's head, letting him still relax into his hands as he worked the lather through long dark strands. Even if, for a moment, he found himself simply watching Regis, a faint smile on his lips, appreciating the line of his jaw, the curve of his ear, the fan of dark lashes... Sometimes it struck him how devastatingly handsome the other man was and he forgot to breathe for a moment, forgot everything else.
Silly as he felt afterward, it was something that had always happened... he just didn't have to hide it as much here.
Once his hair was thoroughly shampooed Cor coaxed Regis back once more. Not quite all the way to the edge of the tub, though. Instead he braced his arm across the tub, let Regis lay back with Cor's arm tucked up against the back of his neck. Then he began scooping water up to rinse his hair clean, a little bit quicker than he'd wet it but not enough to splash overly much or make Regis feel rushed.
At least he hoped.]