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[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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