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Regis & Ignis Friendship Aesthetic

[son-of-regis]

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“Well i want to do a father and son outing. Maybe go fishing or for a walk?” He asked looking up at his father. Also maybe take you out for a Father’s Day dinner?”

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[hardcormarshal-archive]

"I can't sleep." -- regaliities

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“Regis?” Cor sleepily frowned at the dark shadow in his room. This was unexpected. He’d been to Regis’ royal apartments countless times, but he couldn’t remember the last time Regis had visited him at night. It must have been bad, though, judging from the vulnerable tone in his voice. Propping himself up, he pulled back the blankets of his bed, nowhere near as large as the mattress they’d shared at the other’s home, and welcomed him into his arms.

“You didn’t have to come all this way,” he murmured into his hair, holding the older man carefully. “If you’d called, I’d have been right over, I swear.”

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"Cor -- " Regis cuts himself short as his lips press into the dip of Cor's neck. His affections are gentle, fingertips pressing into the small of the younger man's back for support. His lips work the entirety of Cor's neck, before working their way up his jaw and eventually land softly against his lips. - regaliities

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“Yes, sire?” Cor breathed, his neck arching to provide Regis with as much space to work with as possible. His breath hitched at the ticklish drag of his beard against his throat, and by the time Regis finally reached his mouth, the color was high in his sharp cheeks, eyes hazy as he held tight to his king. “O-oh. I think I... got that, sir.”

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Cor slid his hand over Regis’, reluctant to let the hand pull away. He hated that, only five years difference between them and his health had deteriorated so much. Though it pained him, he nodded. 

“Astrals willing. Though, it wouldn’t hurt to make sure it stays on track as long as possible.”

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Beat -- regaliities

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Lucian black always looked striking against Regis’ coloration, now more so when paired with the steel of his beard and hair, and whenever he got to see him like that, laid out silver against the black bedclothes, with only the slash of black silk across his wrists and eyes to break up the form and all of the tension of running a kingdom on the brink of war slipping away, Cor felt Astrals blessed. The bed dipped as Cor sat beside him with a warm, damp cloth, trailing it gently over the still blindfolded king’s stomach and thighs before following it with a reverent kiss.

“I hope that was good?” Cor murmured quietly as he set the cloth aside, leaning up to gently pick the knot of the tie on his wrists apart, turning each one over in turn to again, place a kiss. Everything was quiet in these sessions, the blindfold meant to heighten the soft sounds of the room, their breathing, a hand against silk, and the thrum of his pulse in the king’s ears. 

That last was why the blindfold was the last to come off, why it stayed even as the marshal drew him into his arms, gently directed his head under his chin, where he could lay his ear against his heart. His hands traced slow lines along the length of Regis’ arms, idle designs against his side as he let the slow beat finish the job of relaxing his King. “Are you ready for it to come off now?” he asked, lips just above his ear as his fingers moved to the knot. Not until he was ready.

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“I can hear your heartbeat.” -- regaliities

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Honestly he was embarrassed by the dopey expression that covered his face when Regis said these sorts of things, a fact no doubt made doubly obvious with his king’s ear to his chest and his fingers trailing over his belly. “Good,” he smiled, drawing the pads of his fingers over the sharp lines of his shoulders. “Means we can stay together for a little longer.”

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Regaliities here for a KISS

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Who would have thought Regis would be so forward about this... but then the king had never been shy about demanding what he wanted, that was sort of all part of the package of being king. The marshal felt the tips of his ears reddening as he leaned down to oblige his Majesty, a hand lifting to cup his jaw as he kissed him.