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[This is not about Cor needing to be stronger. This is about the difference in how he and Regis view things. That night, Regis had said there was a line they could not cross out of respect for Aulea and his vows to her. Cor took that to mean there could be nothing happening between them, but while Regis refuses to assume her permission on a great many things, he knows kisses and embraces are things she would never require permission for. Especially if those things were being given to Cor of all people, the one whose love for him she saw clearly before anyone else did. Had she hated Cor for that? No. She had never spoken against their loyal friend in all the times she had brought the possibility up to Regis. Instead, she merely mocked him for not seeing clearly as she had.

That is why, once Cor gives his assent in that hopeful, quiet word, Regis doesn't hesitate, nor does he feel guilt. Instead, he leans forward to capture Cor's lips with his own. This is no passing, gentle kiss, but a proper response to the desperate kiss Cor had given him that night so many ago. Something meant to leave no doubt as to how Regis feels about him and when it ends, it is reluctantly, with a trailing of fingers gently across Cor's lips. For so many years, Cor kept his feelings to himself. Now, while this place gives them the chance, Regis will do what he can to start slowly filling in that lonely time with new memories.]

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[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.]