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I daresay his Highness will be wearing a t-shirt so we needn-

[Except how can he finish that sentence when Regis is making such a suggestion?!

He whirls to stare at Regis in utter dismay, shocked and scandalized and for a moment too startled to even blush. Then his gaze flicks down to the vest, back up to his King's face, and color floods his face so quickly it makes him a little dizzy, immediately turning so he can't look at Regis.]

R-right... jeans, then? Black denim, yes.

[Nope nope nope nope he's going to go find pants you two can stay here and be whorrible together.]

[The suggestion may scandalize Cor, but Will bursts out laughing over it. Trust Regis to come up with an idea like that! He can't say he'd mind the show one bit, either; Regis is more than attractive enough to make the mental image appealing, in spite of the sheer absurdity.]

They might not be happy about it, but I certainly wouldn't say no~ ♥

[First he breaks away from the group, and now Cor does, blushing beautifully. Will won't argue with that show either, even if he does feel a little bad for the poor thing.]

Jeans? Really? I don't think I've ever seen either of you in something that casual.....

[When Cor turns to Regis, he will see an expression he's seen many times before. To his credit, Regis is trying to hold back the mischievous grin a little, but the questioning raised eyebrow and the twinkle in his eyes really makes that a moot point. Honestly, it is absolutely no surprise when Cor turns red, stammers out his new focus, and then flees.

Regis watches him go, then returns the vest to the rack. He has no issue trying on a vest,but it will certainly not be that one unless they want poor Cor to have a heart attack. For a moment, he does feel a little bad for his friend, especially in light of knowing his feelings now, but that tease would have happened no matter if he had known or not.

And hadn't one of Cor's biggest fears been that Regis would treat him differently once he knew?]

I'm quite certain there is a law forbidding royalty from wearing denim anything.

[The very thought would have given his father a stroke.]

Cor, you realize I have no idea what size I wear in jeans, correct?

[This...is going to be interesting.]

[The fact that it would have given Mors a stroke is only more reason to do it, clearly. ]

No, his Majesty has never worn jeans... ever. All the more reason to give him the opportunity now.

[Before a heavy leather and steel brace becomes so much a part of his life that such a heavy material would be uncomfortable beneath the weight of it. It's such a focus for a moment that Will might even be able to catch a glimpse of it, especially when there's a pointed look in Will's direction. Don't discourage this, not even in jest. Please, dulcissime.]

Fortunately sizing for menswear is far simpler than for ladies. It is simply your measurements.

[He went shopping for Iris once with Clar and it was a nightmare. They ended up having to call Monica to come rescue them.]

That's an oddly specific law..... Good thing kings can change the laws as they see fit, hmmm~? Maybe you'll revolutionize the fashion industry.

[There's a momentary bird-like tilt of his head as Cor speaks, one that might be becoming more familiar to him as he grows more familiar with Will's powers. It takes him a moment to even parse what he's seeing; he's never actually really needed to get a good, detailed look at a leg brace like that. If Regis needs to wear something like that in the future, though.....

The pointed look is answered with a slow, sly smile of his own. Far be it from him to block Cor's efforts to help.]

Is that so? Well, well..... I certainly wouldn't want to deprive him of the opportunity. Or deprive me of the opportunity to see you both in jeans. As long as you size them right, they can be very flattering.

If it's all the same to you, I think I will leave that task to my wife. She looks better than me in everything. It's quite unfair really.

[As if Aulea doesn't already catch the eye of the fashionistas from time to time with her refusal to conform with what they consider 'trends.'

Regis' eyes shift from Cor to Will in that moment of silence. There is obviously something going on there, a communication concerning something to do with his future, he bets, considering the way all detail is left out of what is spoken aloud. Regis has no idea what could be so important and yet be to do with clothes, but he's not going to pry. After all, there's really no reason not to let them have their fun.]

I will have to take your word on that, though I am curious. Cor, my dear future Marshal, do you have my measurements memorized or shall I ask the shopkeeper for a measuring tape?

[Because if you think he has them memorized...well, you would actually be right. That is what having an exceptional memory will do for you, but the last thing Regis is going to do is make it that easy. Especially, since the sizing appears to be a lot more straightforward than he imagined it would be.]

She does.

[Immediate agreement, not even a second of thought required. Aulea is a fashion trend in her own right. At least... she was at Regis' time.

Cor is perusing the racks, looking for a nice deep black boot cut. The mention of how good jeans can look has his cheeks holding their color even as he tries to focus elsewhere. By the time Regis is teasing about his measurements Cor already has a pair in hand, cocking a brow at him in challenge.]

You know your own sizes just fine, Majesty. But as a matter of fact I do know them.

[Regis rarely got to leave the Citadel in the last years before his passing, after all. Anything that he might like from out in the city as a whole was usually snuck into the Armiger for him before Clarus could complain about his style.

He tosses the black jeans over to Regis who will find the tag marked very clearly waist x inseam. It may be off slightly as the lack of physical fighting as well as the... well the number of sweets Cor managed to stash away for him increased. Sorry Regis, you're a little softer around the middle 25 years along.]

The more I hear about her, the more amazing she sounds. I'd love to meet her someday.

[He can't help but grin at the renewed blush, though, or the pair's banter. Of course Cor would know Regis' measurements.....]

There you go! I suppose we've just got to find a shirt or something to pair with it, now.....

[There might be just a bitof an obvious pout to that declaration. What a shame, not getting to see Regis in well-fitted jeans and shirtless.....]

She would absolutely adore meeting you. I, however, might start fearing for my safety were you two left alone together for too long.

[Too much sass, willpower, and determination all in one place. Cor should know exactly what he means.

Regis catches the jeans easily, peeking at the size and then smirking slightly before walking over to the rack Cor is at and trading them out for one with just slightly different measurements. He then leans over whispers perhaps a bit too close to Cor's ear.]

I snuck too many sweets passed Clarus, hmm?

[He then turns back toward Will and grins. How can he leave that pout unanswered?]

Well, I do need another vest as well. Perhaps we can get away with jeans and vest to start with?

[It's a bit less likely to get them kicked out the store at least.]

I'd fear for everyone's safety.

[The two of them together would be unstoppable. The thought is actually rather amusing, at least until Regis is behind him, voice light with amusement and warm against his ear. There's a fleeting moment where he gasps, something sharp and abrupt before he visibly shudders at the rush of sensation, there and gone in the span of a heartbeat.

They're joking, playing around about something he's entirely lost the thread of. A shirt? right... yes...

What he grabs off a nearby rack is nothing remarkable but neither is it offensive, just something that he can reach around Regis and drape it over his front. The hand with the hanger resting against one shoulder, his other hand on his King's hip to steady him. And this time he leans down, doing the exact same thing to Regis that he'd just done.]

No. I snuck too many sweets passed Clarus.

[His fingers press a little harder, holding his hip, pushing his restraint. It would be so easy to step forward, half a step and Regis' back would be pressed to his chest, the warmth of his King seeping into him as it always does when they touch. But he checks himself. Barely. Drawing in a deep breath that smells of Regis' shampoo and that faint hint of smokiness that always clings to him.

Then he finally lifts his gaze to Will, the jumble of emotions clear in his expression and so very easy to read in his mind. Want and love and a flicker of petty satisfaction all at once.]

If it's to be under a vest something simple like this, perhaps?

[Oh, this is just too good. As fun as it is to see Regis leave Cor rattled like that, it's enormously more satisfying to see Cor take the step to try it out himself. A little playfulness from someone as serious as Cor? As far as he's concerned, anyone would be hard-pressed not to melt over it.

Will drinks it all in, enjoying the show for exactly what it is--a good, spicy drama that leaves everyone wanting more. Far be it from him to interrupt the action! He's all to glad to be the supporting actor that helps set the stage and move things along. So Will simply holds up his hand in an okay sign, checking the color against Regis' skin tone to make sure the man won't have any reason to protest.]

Perfect.

[Melt is exactly what Regis does. The reaction is similar to the one he has on those rare occasions when Cor actually uses his nickname, but much, much stronger. It almost feels like Cor's fingers are branding images of themselves into his hip and he can't say he minds one bit. There is something both embarrassed and completely charmed in the silly smile that crosses his face. So Cor helps him out with his sweet addition in the future? Oh, how he adores that mental image. He likes it even better when it shifts, quite unconsciously, to include a radiant dark-haired woman whose smile is both amused and pleased all at once.

Eventually the conversation draws Regis back and he opens eyes he doesn't even realize he had closed. What were they talking about? Oh yes, the shirt.]

The vest you pick out had best be something else then. I am certain people will be disappointed otherwise.

[Does...he still sound a little out of it? Magic ball says 'yes.']

[Standing behind him Cor can hardly see Regis' face but the way he melts makes Cor's heart rate pick up, his breath catches in his throat. He goes still for a moment, struggling to keep his composure, to not give in to selfish desires that might make his King uncomfortable.

But the haziness in his voice, the way he seems to have lost himself in sensation instead of conversation... It's too much for Cor to resist. Shifting that half step forward so his chest brushes against Regis' back with every inhale. The hand on his hip spreads out slightly, sliding around just a little, laying flat over Regis' stomach beneath the shirt.]

Reggie... [A soft exhale near his ear, something strained and fragile in his voice for that moment. If Regis doesn't step away Cor's not entirely sure what he might end up doing. He's not supposed to be doing this, be touching him like this, be letting his own wants get in the way of.... of what? Of whatever they're doing here, though the line feels like it's blurring more by the moment.]

[Will can't help but smile to himself, slow and sly. The way those two melt for each other, the heated murmurs, the tantalizing touches..... well, who knows where it could lead? They might get in trouble if they go too far in public, but.....

Well. Cor has remarkable self-discipline. He's sure they'll stop before anything too untoward happens, no matter how reluctantly. And until then? He's loathe to break the spell of such electrifying intimacy, that haze of heat and longing.

He slips away into the racks instead, to go pick out a different vest for Reggie and let their hands wander as they will.]

[Regis would be amused to know that Will is giving Cor all the credit for self-control in this situation. He's right of course, and that is what makes it so amusing. Not that Cor seems to be engaging any of that self control at the moment. He has to know that saying Regis nickname in his ear in that tone will only make things worse.

Or better, depending on the point of view.

Regis brings up one of his hands so he can fold it together with the hand that Cor has over his stomach. He then leans back against Cor and closes his eyes again. The tone of his whisper makes it very clear that he is in no way uncomfortable with this.]

My lion...

[Hearing that possessive nickname makes his breath shudder out of him, fingers curling around Regis', gently pulling him back against Cor's chest. When he finally breathes in again his cheek is resting lightly against Regis' hair, taking advantage of those few inches of height he has on his King. He's quiet for a long moment, savoring the press of the other man's body, the warmth of him in his arms, their purpose all but forgotten.

How long he stays like that, holding his King, basking in the opportunity to be so intimate with him, Cor couldn't say. Too long to be entirely appropriate for public. Gradually he is able to reign himself back in, pressing a light kiss just behind Regis' ear, gentle and sweet.]

Apologies... We're meant to be finding you something suitably dashing.

[His words are still a little shaky, breathless almost. But he does release his hold on the other man, reluctantly putting space between them again. ]

[Regis can't help but breathe a sigh of contentment when Cor tucks him against his chest. There is something wonderfully normal about the protected and cherished feeling it produces. It's not like he was able to ever do anything like this either before or after he and Aulea married. Not in public anyway. There were always too many eyes on them looking for behavior that wasn't 'appropriate' for one in the royal family. Here though, while those from Eos still look to him as king, the natives and the others who have been brought here see him as just another man. The feeling is more intoxicating than any kind of alcohol and when it hits, Regis never wants the moment to end. It must of course, so it is no surprise when Cor finally pulls away.

Though, maybe it doesn't have to end quite yet.

There is a hazy, contented look in Regis' eyes that almost hides the mischief that is also there. He takes one step back toward Cor, leaning over to whisper in his ear while his fingers come up to brush against his friend's jawline.]

If that is our goal, we may have failed in it. I'm quite certain I can be no more dashing than I was a few moments ago with you wrapped around me.

[He honestly doesn't know what to expect when Regis immediately takes back the space Cor had fought so hard to put between them. Strong fingers trace along his jaw and Cor's eyes flutter shut. For a moment he starts to lean into the touch and then the muscle of his jaw tenses hard, clenching beneath soothing fingers. He swallows hard, his throat dry from the heat of the last moments, merely clicking with the tightness in his chest.

Regis murmurs into his ear again and it's all he can do to choke off the sound that tries to escape, something needy and breathless trapped in his chest, forcing his breath out hard through his nose. His hands curl tight around the shirt he'd picked up for Regis and it's so hard not to drop it and drag his King into his arms and keep him there forever.

He's too busy trying to restrain himself that there's no room for him to actually respond to his friends words.]

[There is something very satisfied in the grin that turns up the corner of Regis' mouth. It's nice, the ability they have to go back and forth--one melting the other and then the other returning the favor. Even though Cor's previous words have reminded Regis they really can't go any farther, he can't help but return one more favor before this is done.

He gently takes Cor's face into his hands and brushes his fingers over his friend's cheeks.]

I'm going to kiss you and then we will be good and return to being proper polite citizens on a shopping trip. An acceptable compromise, I hope?

[He actually frowns at first, confusion furrowing his brow. What about...?

Regis had told him no, reminded him that Her Majesty was awaiting her husband's return. That anything that might happen between them was a betrayal of their Queen. Yet here he is offering Cor a kiss. In public no less.

If he were a stronger man he would resist, tell Regis to save his kisses for his wife. But even the Immortal's restraint had limits. Regis' hands frame his face and Cor lets his eyes flutter closed, melting into the touch, breath hitching at just the anticipation of what his friend is offering him.

If he were a stronger man he would remind Regis of all the reasons they shouldn't, tell him that Will is just the other side of the store, expecting better from them, surely.

All he manages to do is breathe out one single word, hopeful and strained.]

yes.

[There's a murmur of soft laughter in the back of Cor's mind, a hum of fond pleasure accompanying it; he might even almost be able to feel the brush of phantom lips against his ear, or the warm flutter of breath against his skin.]

He wants you as much as you want him. Just a taste won't hurt anything.

[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.]

[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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