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[ technically, this was not a part of his job as a kingsglaive.

his job was to fight battles for the king, primarily. it was just that drautos' method of punishing a misbehaving glaive was to give them crownsguard duty, which generally meant guarding the inspection points or, if he really disliked you, guarding the king or royal family.

he really didn't like nyx. but, nyx really liked the king and prince, so it wasn't exactly a hardship.

still, this late night guard session had gotten a little... odd? the king didn't keep his wait staff on hand 24/7, as he was aware they had their own lives. which meant the royal kitchens did close down, at some point.

but now the king was hungry at quarter to midnight. and sure, nyx could have done the responsible thing and just let him order something and picked it up, but.. well. he'd asked about galahdian cuisine, and this seemed a fine opportunity to make some.

or an approximation of some, as he was beginning to find out. ]

A fully stocked royal kitchen and I can't even find a ten year old bottle of garam masala in here?

[ nyx was bitching under his breath as he dug through the spice cabinet, beginning to pull out what he knew went into the spice, knowing he was going to come up lacking some key components. ]

I think you need better cooks, your majesty.

[Who would've guessed that his budding interest in Galahdian culture would warrant such a culinary excursion from one of his loyal Glaives? Regis couldn't help but chuckle as Nyx flippantly defames his world-renowned chef. He's quite thankful that he's not here to listen to Nyx rant about the lack of suitable ingredients. Regis doesn't doubt that his personal chef would have many things to say about this mouthy Glaive but that's a thought for another time.

Instead, Regis merely laughs as he assists Nyx in his search for spices. It's been a while since Regis had the luxury of foraging about in this massive kitchen. The last time being when he dared to make Altissian Onion Soup for his dear son. Truth be told, Regis isn't a good chef but the way Noctis ate that soup made him wonder if hunger is the best spice.]

Come now, Master Ramsey does his best.

[He says lightly in the man's defense as he searches within the towering cupboards for anything useful.]

It's not as if I ever expressed such an interest in Galadhian cuisine before.

[The king is quite a sight without his typical raiments. That stylish pinstriped suit and indigo tunic are replaced by his silk black robe with silver damask cuffs along with a pair of black slacks suitable for bed. As for a shirt, the king isn't known to sleep with one but no one can tell with his robe closed. His neatly combed silver locks are slightly ruffled. While he's clearly fatigued thanks to the hour, the King seems more than enthused at the possibility of an authentic Galadhian meal.

That's why he's smiling as he searches the cupboards.]

Ah, I think I found something.

[Regis announces once he finds a jar of spices and sauce towards the back. He presents his findings to Nyx with a hopeful gleam within his pale green gaze.]

Shall this do?

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If this is his best, I'd hate to see his worst.

[ nyx mutters it not unkindly under his breath. having the king assist him in his nightclothes feels - kind of silly, really. but if there's something he's learned over his time guarding the royal family, it's that while regis bears the weight of king with aplomb, he doesn't seem to have let it go to his head.

he wants to keep up on the doings of his common subjects, of his son's friends, and even what the immigrants think of him. and he's not fond of the bland standard of lucian food - okay, it's not bland, but nyx thinks they could stand to use a little more seasoning. he's seen what the king normally eats, after all.

so, when regis announces having found a jar with both the spices he's looking for and a sauce, nyx brightens. ]

This should work perfect. Thanks, your majesty.

[ he then shoos regis off to the side, instructing him to sit as he starts pulling out the ingredients he knows he can find; rice, flour, onion and garlic, and hunts down some garula meat that's been stored in the fridge. ]

Have you had dāyekālā before? I know it's been getting popular around here.

[ it's a curry dish made with garula, in the loosest translation. the creature they'd used in galahd wasn't hunted here, and so they'd adapted the recipe to garula when they arrived in insomnia. ]

You're more than welcome, Sir Ulric.

[This entire encounter is oddly silly but it's a welcome change in Regis' opinion. He can't help but chuckle as Nyx shoos him out of the way. It seems the Glaive won't humor the thought of having him help with this dish. While Regis might lack the chops to be a proficient chef, he can at least dice the vegetables. However, Regis decides to do as he's told and let Nyx work his magic.

They'll have to be mindful to clean up the kitchen later. The last thing Regis wants is to get on Master Ramsey's bad side. That man has one hell of a temper sometimes.]

I'm afraid I haven't had the luxury. [He admits with a faint sigh.] I've been far too busy with the High Council lately to do much else, let alone try something new.

Things are certainly looking rather bleak lately.

[Sometimes even Regis needs a break from the responsibilities of the crown.]

What is this "day-elk-la?"

[He knows he butchered the name to hell and beyond.]

[ nyx will definitely clean up after himself. he's still mindful to keep his dish usage to a minimum - stripping and beginning to dice the vegetables as he starts heating a pan. the garula's already chopped up, which will come in handy once the pan heats up.

when regis admits things have been looking rather bleak, he glances up from the knife he's using. ]

Yeah. We've been losing more than we've been winning, these days. It's more about holding the line than making a push.

[ he knows the king's aware of the lack of progress on the glaive's end, but he figures it's something to commiserate over. ]

Maybe something new in your belly will jog some ideas loose.

[ he tries for a cheerier suggestion, giving a little wink. the pan warmed through, he tosses the meat and some of the packaged stock he found in it, beginning to start the process of simmering it away.

in the meantime, the vegetables get chucked into a fancy high powered blender.

he gently corrects the pronunciation with a grin. ] It's a curry - not a soup but a thicker one, made with Garula meat here. Very hearty; you can have it by itself or along with vegetables and rice.

Holding the line.

[He mutters under his breath as he rests his arm upon the adjacent table. If Lucis cannot advance in this war, then holding the line is all they can do for the time being. It's a blessing that Niflheim's forces cannot break their defenses at the Rift. This gives Regis some much-needed hope.]

As long as Lucis stands, I shall do whatever is necessary to hold the line. This is I can assure you, Nyx.

[If there's one thing Regis takes pride in, it's the fact he remembers all the names of his Glaives. Even the names of the fallen who succumbed during the Empire's advancement into Lucian territory. He makes it a point to memorize their names. It's the least he could do as their king.]

A curry, hm? Is it safe to assume it won't be as bland as my people's take on soup?

[He questions with an amused grin. It goes without saying that he's quite aware of the Galahdian's discontent with Lucian cuisine. Thankfully, Regis finds it quite amusing.]

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[ the king's adamant tone is what makes nyx pause. when he replies he's not quite looking at regis, but his voice is soft. ]

I know, your majesty. You've done a lot for us; you don't have to assure me of things I already know.

[ because he had seen regis, in galahd. and he had seen, over the course of his career as a kingsglaive, the way the wall and the losses started to bring down his shoulders in private, the way he knew every glaive by name and especially those who were no longer with them.

the moment feels poignant and tense and nyx clears his throat, turning again to put the rest of the vegetables into the blender, adding some of the spice and sauce mix. ]

It definitely won't be as bland as what they try to call curry elsewhere.

[ he laughs a bit, the sound overtaken by the noise of the blender as he pulses the vegetable and seasonings together until they're a thick liquid. after a moment he retrieves the coconut milk he'd unearthed as well and pops the can open, adding a bit before he pulses it again. ]

We gotta let the Garula cook for a bit first.

[Nyx's reply helps ease the guilt plaguing his heart. He honestly never forgave himself for losing Galahd. Never. It was the last time Regis stepped out onto the battlefield with the Ring of the Lucii at his becking call. It was a brutal skirmish that turned into a full-blown catastrophe once Niflheim unleashed their latest creation. If Regis hadn't used drawn upon the power of the Crystal, he's certain that many more would've perished upon that fateful night.

Still, Regis hasn't forgiven himself for losing that battle. While the war is long from lost, Regis can't help but feel as if he already has lost. With Niflheim continuing their foul experiments, there's no telling how this war will end. Nevertheless, Regis means to fight as long as he can. It's just a shame that his time is upon this earth is almost over.]

I know but sometimes it's just better to commit such thoughts into words.

[He whispers as he rests his chin upon his hand. He could feel the power of the Crystal pulsating through the ring even now. It's a foreboding feeling but one that Regis also finds oddly comforting.]

That's fine. Patience is a virtue I take quite seriously unlike my son.

[The King states with a soft chuckle.]

Besides, I'm enjoying your company.

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[ he leaves the sauce in the blender for now; turning instead to regard the kind as the Garula meat simmers in the pan. looking over the king in his nightclothes, resting his chin on his hand; it's kind of nice. almost domestic, in a way, that nyx hasn't felt in a very long time.

instead, he reaches out to get the board and knife, moving to clean them off as he laughs gently. ]

You might need to invest in better company, if I'm the highlight of the day.

[ but it's a high compliment and he basks in it, a little. the talk of noctis, though, has him perking up. ]

He might be impatient, but can you blame him? He's a good kid.

[ privately, nyx thinks noctis needles his father because they've been seeing less and less of them. he doesn't see the other as often when he has guard duty with one of them. ]

[The domestic nature of this rather auspicious hour goes unnoticed by the sleepy king. Regis lingers there at the table with a lopsided grin upon his lips as he admires Nyx. While he's quick to denounce any favoritism on his part when questioned about his Glaives, Nyx Ulric is indeed his favorite. He crossed paths with the man many times in the past, the first being the battle at Galahd and the second being his swearing into the Kingsglaive.

Those moments were fleeting at best but memorable since Nyx has a knack for making good impressions. However, it wasn't the Glaive's charm that caught his eyes but rather his tenacity in combat. If Nyx could fight this war himself, Regis wouldn't doubt he would. That's how passionate he is despite being a foreigner in a foreign land. It's admirable, to say the least.]

You do yourself a great injustice.

[He mutters in response to that better company statement. Regis has grown weary of dealing with diplomats as of late. It feels good not to have to be the "king" right now.]

I know he's a good kid but he's also good at plucking my nerves.

[He can't help but smile in affection when he thinks of his rowdy son. Noctis is a good boy but sometimes, he has his moments.]

Even so, I cherish those moments as well.

[Spoken like a true father.]

[ nyx shrugs half a shoulder with a sardonic smile when regis says he does himself a great injustice. he'd be pleased, if he knew he made such an impression. regis himself has more than earned nyx's respect, both for the battle and everything he's done.

he doesn't hold it against the king, what the other lucians think of the galahdian immigrants. everyone close to him - cor, clarus, the prince - have shared the same thoughts, that it isn't fair. and he knows if regis didn't play the game of politics, he'd be denounced as a tyrant. ]

I won't lie... what he gets up to sometimes gets around to the Glaives. Especially when you send one of us to clean up after him or catch him.

[ he grins. ]

But he's a good kid, as I said. He's got a good head on his shoulders, like his dad.

[ he gives regis a little wink before he turns to check on the meat that's simmering in the broth. ]

[There's no denying that Noctis is a good boy. None at all. If Aulea was still alive, she would surely agree. While Regis likes to think that Noctis takes the most after him, he sees the echos of the brave woman he married within their tenacious son. Noctis is a living embodiment of their love and of Aulea's will. While the prophecy and all of its ills loom over them both, Regis is grateful to have raised such a boy.]

Thank you. [He says with a bit of a smile upon his lips.] That means a lot to me.

[Once the meat starts to cook down within that simmering broth, Regis could feel his hunger awaken anew. He glances over at the pot curiously, his sleepy gaze a little more focused at the promise of food.]

That smells delicious.

[So says the nosy king who's now leaning over the stove to get a better look at it. Regis is like a hungry coeurl on the prowl. He used to pester Weskham like this whenever his friend would whip up something for Clarus and the others.]

[ nyx has one, critical weakness that he's somewhat aware of and tries not to let show. of all the galahdians, he has a soft spot for the lucis-caelums. he knows he owes regis his life; and he knows that regis does his best despite everything around him. that shows in noctis, of course. he would gladly lay his life down for either of them, because he knows regis would do so in return.

it's the reason it'll hurt, so much, to realize that regis saved noctis and no one else in the future, until he learns the reason why.

but because of that point, he loves the lucian royal family. in a distant way, as he only can. he's careful not to place them on a pedestal, tries to keep focus on his job... but he loves them, a different way than he loved selena, still willing to die for them.

doesn't mean when the king starts to poke his nose into what he's cooking that nyx doesn't laugh, reaching up to flick his shoulder gently. ]

It's still got a little while to go, but soon.

[ he asks regis to get him a measuring cup; once he has it, he pours most of the stock out of the pan into it. he adds the mixed sauce from the blender, some more coconut milk and, stirring it a bit and eyeing the consistency, a bit more of the stock, to make sure it sticks to the meat but not too much. then he finds the cover and puts it over the pan, to thicken. ]

I can make some rice, if you want, to go along with it.

[ but it'll work just fine on its own, too. ]

[Regis can't help but laugh when Nyx flicks him. He knows he's being a pest but honestly, he's hungry. Surely he can't fault him for wanting to try a small sample before it's done. At the mention of perhaps making some rice, Regis moves away from the stove and towards the cupboards again.]

I can make rice. [He states proudly as if to prove he has some sort of culinary skills.] Would jasmine rice go with it or basmati rice?

[The King questions as he sets the containers onto the counter. They also have wild rice and several other types but Regis doubts that they would go well with this spicy dish ]

It's the least I could do since you've already done all the hard work.

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[ he states it proudly and nyx.... nyx is just glad this works without rice, in case regis fucks it up somehow. but it shouldn't be too hard and he offers a smile, keeping the thought to himself. ]

Basmati is usually what's served with this.

[ it's gone with wild rice, too, but nyx knows that's a little complicated to cook. ]

That'll line up nicely, too - the curry should be done by the time the rice is. And it's not hard work at all, your majesty.

Then basmati it is.

[Have some faith in your king! Regis might not be a pro in the kitchen but he can easily make a pot of rice. Why? Well, they happen to own a rice cooker, okay? Yes, Regis is cheating here but listen, he doesn't want to spoil this midnight dinner of two. That's why he's actually measuring the amount of rice and water to use before setting the timer on the rice cooker. He's cheating but he's being smart about it.]

Come now, Nyx. [Regis grins at the Galadhian once he has done his part.] You're cooking curry for me in the dead of night. I think we can drop the formalities for now.

[He doesn't want Nyx to feel like he's obligated to keep calling him "your majesty" all the time.]

[ the rice cooker isn't cheating. in fact, it's rather re-assuring to see it, and nyx breathes a gentle sigh of relief internally. he watches the king measure out the water and the rice, a smile on his face.

the request to not call him 'majesty', however, does make him flail a bit internally. that's a lot of decorum to drop, even if it is the middle of the night and nyx has personally insulted the cook several times now. ]

... If you're sure, y - Regis.

[ it's hard not to call him that, and nyx fidgets with it, a bit, but manages to sub in the name, instead. ]

I'm sure, Nyx.

[He can't help but smile when Nyx fumbles a little. Of course, he knows this is an odd request but Regis is quite insistent about it. He doesn't want to be called "your majesty" during this dinner. In his opinion, it would spoil the mood somewhat since Nyx went through the troubling ordeal of cooking this wonderful meal.]

I know it's a bit selfish of me to ask this but---

[He lowers his gaze and focuses on the timer upon the rice cooker.]

I hardly get to hear my name anymore. At least not without my royal title.

[To be honest, he hasn't been "Regis" since he ascended the throne. While he doesn't take his royal title or sovereignty for granted, Regis still misses the good all day.]

[ he feels the familiar twist of anxiety, that he's disappointed regis in some way, when his gaze lowers to the cooker. but then, what he says cleaves a different kind of damage into the glaive's breast.

of course regis doesn't get to hear his name often anymore. that is reserved for his son and his son alone. lord amicitia, and the marshal, surely, may offer him his name in private, but they are bound by the same duty of respect in public that nyx is.

and how many dinners must the king have entertained where the guests are all important dignitaries, so he could not even enjoy noctis' calling him regis in peace - if noctis was even allowed to attend.

nyx looks to the pan of food, simmering away and thickening. ]

I suppose that's true... Regis.

[ he gives a small half smile to the pan. ]

I can't imagine not hearing my name often. Feels like Drautos is yelling it every chance he gets.

[ ooc: original thread ❤️; also this comm name is amazing, it needs to be used. ]

[ The sly call to his name is permission enough, and Cor delivers his response with fierce intent that leaves no room for questions or hesitation - he's never one to mince words, and it translates to his personal show of affections, the kiss is hungry but precise, molding his desire to the shape of Nyx's mouth.

His hands wander, a lover's caress belied by the roughness of his battle-calloused hands against the texture of a familiar uniform. They crawl up the tangible sinew of Nyx's willing body, fingertips digging into the deep trenches of his spine but lands, quite deliberately, to the curve of Nyx's ass, making it very known that he intends to drag him closer, until they're chest to chest and pelvis to pelvis, rocking to the throbbing beat of blood pumping through his veins, all the way to his cock. ]

As good as you look in that uniform, [ he breathes out, from Nyx's mouth to the curve under his sharp jaw, tasting the lines of his neck with a hungry tongue, ] I'd prefer to see you out of it.

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[ Cor kisses the way Nyx thought he would - that is, with intent, the way he seems to move through his life. Nyx, by comparison, is far more relaxed but no less hungry. He teases, letting his tongue mingle with Cor's and nipping at his bottom lip when Cor pulls away from the kiss even a little.

The hands are more than welcome, Nyx giving a hum of approval. One of his hands rests on the back of Cor's head, while the other moves to grip one of his shoulders. When he's hauled in closer, it means he has the leverage to grind forward against Cor, a small huff of breath escaping. They are both far too old to be grinding against each other fully clothed like horny teenagers though, as much as Nyx is enjoying it. He chuckles again. ]

Think it'll look better on the floor?

[ He can't help the bad line, if the grin on his face is any indication. He leans back from that wicked mouth and lets go of the other man to raise his hands to the buttons of his Glaive jacket, intent on shedding the fabric.

Despite the apparent disregard he doesn't fling the jacket to the floor, too respectful of his role and its to do so, instead draping it on the nearest surface. ]

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[ Cor bites back the no, because no clothing would look better on anything unless Nyx is wearing it, and it's no exaggeration now that his eyes are free to roam down below Nyx's neck, to his arms, and the tight fit of his shirt — but for today's purposes, that's obviously not the right response. ]

If you plan on frustrating me to death before I get to show you a good time, you're doing a fantastic job.

[ He says flatly, though for the moment there's humor in his eyes, not yet overtaken by fierce, unfettered desire despite having the privilege of a gorgeous man on his lap. He does, however, display his determination to get Nyx naked by moving his hands under Nyx's shirt and digging his travelling fingers up the length of his spine, marveling at the movement of hard muscle and strength under his rough hands.

All the while, his lips continue their own exploration, reaching up to give a small peck to Nyx's mouth before nipping their way down to the length of his neck, relishing the feeling of Nyx's scruff against his. ]

[ Nyx has the body of a hunter, of course. Muscular, but kept thin enough to prioritize speed over strength. It's reflected in his fighting style; he does better with quick, precise hits to weak points and backing off, since he's neither the brawler that Libertus is or has the pure power that Crowe commands.

And, in his own opinion, he makes anything look good. He laughs again at Cor's response, letting it trail off into a pleased groan. With the hands on his back and the mouth against his neck, he'd be hard pressed to stay quiet.

He does start moving again, hooking his hands down into his shirt and separating his neck from Cor's mouth long enough to tug it and the protective vest over his head. He doesn't wear another shirt underneath it, so it leaves him bare from the waist up; revealing the hair on his chest, the tattoos on the back of his shoulders and, of course, the raised lichtenburg scars as well.

He leans back into Cor, his fingers finding the lapels of Cor's jacket and starting to push them back. ]

Fair's fair, Cor. Unless you want me to turn this into a proper strip show.

It'd lose your pants, at least.

[ A tempting offer, and there's no doubt that Nyx would give him a good show - already, Cor's eyes are drawn to the expanse of skin, waiting to be worshipped by someone wholly willing, and even the lichtenburg scars are beautiful in their own way, when spread out on a gorgeous canvas, despite the pain they may have brought.

But fair is fair, in a game played by two, and it's Cor's turn to even the playing field.

The method to his unveiling is quick and precise, no dallying or teasing, and he drops off his own uniform in the same place Nyx's uniform now rests. No shyness, either, as he knows how good his body looks. As built solid as most soldiers are, but with perhaps far more scars than most soldiers could attest to having. From sharp slashes, to burns, to ballistic wounds — all of which have stories to tell on their own, some too deep to have been safe and some already fading into his skin over time. ]

I want to fuck you. [ He says, plain as day. ] Ideally, not on a chair.

[ He rests his hands back on Nyx's waist, and another kiss on those tempting lips. ]

There's a nice bed over behind you that would look better with you in it. [ Just saying ]

[ The scars aren't off putting at all - if anything, Nyx appreciates the story they tell. How the Marshal's nickname is one he's earned by surviving the worst that the war has thrown at them. He doesn't stop himself from reaching out once Cor's shirtless, letting his hands stroke over his muscles. He traces the long line of a scar on his bicep with the tip of a finger.

Cor speaks and that commands his attention. He feels himself shiver a bit, because yeah, he can get behind Cor fucking him. Nyx leans into the kiss, nipping at Cor's bottom lip teasingly before he moves his hands again, running the edge of his nails along Cor's shoulderblades. ]

Counterpoint: it'd be pretty damn hot if you carried me.

[ Yeah, he could get up, but he's clearly enjoying egging Cor on instead. Though if he refuses, Nyx is more than happy to use his own two legs to get over there. ]

[ Stories that, perhaps, will tell Nyx about in the near future, should the opportunity arise.

Cor hums into the kiss, cause honestly? Yes. It'd be hot, with Nyx's strong legs and arms wrapped around him, holding on as they make the laughably short walk from one side of the room to the other. ]

Figures you'd make an old man work for it. [ Still inclined to tease, enjoying their back and forth as much as he loves how Nyx's mouth feel against his, though he nips at Nyx's bottom lip before sliding his hands under Nyx's thighs to haul them both up. Cor's strength is to his advantage, and he lays Nyx down on the bed without any embarrassing incidents. ] Any other requests while you're at it?

[ He doesn't quite wait for a response, diving down for another kiss while his hands wander down the length of his body. His fingers travel down Nyx's chest, tracing the lines of his expansive scar with care.

The further down his hands go, the more sensual his touch becomes, still reverent in their intent to worship him, until they linger around the edges of Nyx's pants, brushing teasingly against his clothed cock. ]

[ Nyx laughs against Cor's mouth at the old man line, indeed wrapping his legs tightly around Cor's waist, and gripping his shoulders with his hands. He's deposited on the bed, and while he lets his legs relax he keeps his hold on Cor's shoulders, tilting his head up into the kiss as he arches his body up towards Cor's hands. ]

You promised me rapture, you can't use age as an excuse if you don't deliver.

[ His words are breathless, though, with the way those hands are teasing against the hem of his pants and his cock. He drags a hand up through Cor's short hair, letting his nails tease against his scalp, before he drops his other hand from his shoulder. He could move to undo his own jeans - instead, he reaches between them to cup Cor's cock through his pants, not teasing as he curls his fingers against the shape of his dick. ]

I'll deliver. [ He says with casual confidence, eyes fluttering close at the pinprick sensation of Nyx's nails on his scalp. His mouth drops to the length of Nyx's neck, tracing down the line of his tattoo until he reaches the notch between Nyx's collarbone, lips and tongue and teeth on their own curious exploration.

But don't mind if his hands wordlessly answer to Nyx, as Cor does the honor of pulling down his pants for him and taking hold of that glorious cock in his hands and stroking it. How exhilarating it is, to have this strong, gorgeous man laid out under him, and reacting so sensually to his touches, arching to him.

Sirenic and addictive, and Cor knows he will want more. ]

I keep my promises.

[ Though he's definitely teasing first before presenting Nyx any gift of release, with the slow drag of practised, calloused hands on his cock.

His mouth makes its journey further down, a worshipful pilgrimage down the interconnected lines of his scars until his mouth wraps sweetly around a nipple, sucking it, his tongue flicking around it, teeth grazing but not quite biting. He can't help but savor the feast laid out for him first. ]

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So you keep saying.

[ Honestly, Nyx believes him but it's part of the game he's playing by now. He tilts his head back when Cor's teeth find the edge of his collarbone at the same time his hand wraps around his cock. He's already half-hard, and he quickly finishes getting the rest of the way there with Cor's fingers stroking him.

His mouth falls open to pant softly when lips close around his nipple, the hint of teeth making him roll his hips up again. His hand cups the back of Cor's head as if to keep him there, while his other abandons teasing him through his pants in order to find the clasp on them.

It's not a competition, but Nyx still isn't one to be outdone. He gets Cor's pants open, one handed, slipping his fingers inside and beneath the band of his underwear to drag his fingers against Cor's cock. He ends up licking his lips a little, as he wraps his hand around him, stroking as best he can. ]

[ Cor can't help but admire the ease in which Nyx follows what he puts down, as though they're spiraling down the inevitable chasms of incandescent pleasure side by side. Cor has always admired a partner that can hold their own, and Nyx is unbelievable attractive when he looks at him with that provocative gaze, as if daring him further.

It's not a competition, but the challenge has been ever so posed. Cor ever so up for it, with the slow path he takes down the lines of Nyx's body, the unevening winding patterns with seemingly no end, as though nothing else could be so fascinating except the taut muscles in his hands, the expression on Nyx's face as he discovers the sweetest spots on his body.

The board is set for this little game, and he grunts with approval at Nyx's it's Cor's turn to move, conveying to Nyx without words as much lascivious intent as he can manage, sucking on one nipple and then the other, teeth deliberately grazing every so often. A wandering hand ends up on Nyx's cock, and he returns the favor by stroking him to the same pace, a mutual endeavor of two men seeking pleasure from one another.

After a while, he leans forward and up, his lips returning to Nyx's mouth with a sweet peck on his lips. ]

You're too distracting for my sanity. [ He says, almost rueful, though there's nothing but a reflection of intense desire in his eyes. ] We're gonna need some lube.

[ Nyx would argue about who's actually being distracting here. Cor's mouth and hands on his body are doing quite the work. A moan or two escapes Nyx when that hand on his cock moves to tease against the head, intentionally or not; he's not trying to be quiet, but he's not trying to make it easy on the Marshal either.

Instead he does what he can to drive Cor to distraction, thumb pressing just under the head of his cock teasingly. When Cor finally declares they're going to need some lube, Nyx leans up to nip his bottom lip, before pulling back with a grin on his face. ]

You might find what you need in my bag.

[ What good Glaive doesn't head out prepared? Of course, that means Cor will have to leave - and Nyx doesn't pull his hand away from his dick to make that any easier. ]

haven't you heard? i'm the hero.

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delivering rapture 🖤

i am glad you enjoy the comm name~~

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coordinating sexy times in nebulous settings

clearly nyx got bored on mission downtime in a hotel room and suggested a word game...

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sorry about the wait! caught a bit o sickness

no worries, i am late as well. hope you're feeling better ♥

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