[He's well aware of when the door opens, shifting aside for Regis when he settles next to him. The hands on his shoulders are unexpected though and Cor gasps softly at the first press of hands into the hard muscle of his neck. The gasp forces him to release some of the tension, stop clenching his jaw quite so hard.
It's the warmth that comes to his King's hands that has something far more satisfying, if inappropriate, escaping him. A single, shuddering groan and he sinks down against the bed, heavy and exhausted and unable to maintain all those careful walls much longer. Especially not after Will'd spent so much time earlier wiggling under them and making himself at home.
His words are soft, muffled by blankets and his own unwillingness to pull himself up to speak properly with Regis' hands working over his shoulders.]
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It's the warmth that comes to his King's hands that has something far more satisfying, if inappropriate, escaping him. A single, shuddering groan and he sinks down against the bed, heavy and exhausted and unable to maintain all those careful walls much longer. Especially not after Will'd spent so much time earlier wiggling under them and making himself at home.
His words are soft, muffled by blankets and his own unwillingness to pull himself up to speak properly with Regis' hands working over his shoulders.]
I'm a godsdamned fool, Reggie...