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Oh, right. That’ll do. Releasing his hair, Regis reached over next to him with his fire lit hand, turning to face Ifrit for the first time since he’d summoned him. The arm that began to burn with aether quickly wrapped itself around the back of the other man’s neck, turning him to face Regis and tugging him closer. Ifrit had kissed him to make the aether swelling in his veins still, so that’s exactly what Regis did now. He crashed their mouths together, leaning to tower over the Infernian while tilting the smaller man’s head up so Regis could get better access. At first, it was just a firm, chaste kiss against the other man’s lips- but in his addled state, Regis’ brain told him that this wasn’t a real kiss. So Regis shifted into an open mouth kiss, pressing his tongue between the Inferian’s lips and slipping inside the other man’s mouth.
What happened after that was completely beyond Regis’ control. Instinct took over and he firmly took control, turning his head to get better access at the inside of the Infernian’s mouth. He tugged Ifrit’s tongue into his own mouth, suckling at it with reckless abandon of his inhibitions. He nipped and licked, pressing himself even deepening into the other man’s mouth in a blatant display of dominance. Regis absolutely ravished the Infernian, pulling back only far enough to take the other man’s lower lip into his mouth and worry it between his teeth. Rough, claiming, demanding- but not painfully so, as Regis had always been accustomed to kissing women.
He only ended it when his lungs screamed for oxygen, and he pulled away with a rugged, bedraggled gasp. Hovering with his hand still firmly planted on the back of the Infernian’s neck for a few moments, Regis let go of Ifrit, and brought the offending hand up to his face. The glow had receded- wayward magic in his veins having yet vanished.“Huh, guess ya really are doin’ me straight.”
Well...that was one way to gain his favor. To catch him taken aback by anything was an impressive skill, but more importantly to take him by surprise in an intimacy act was even more so. Normally, Ifrit was the one calling the shots, taking people and kissing them, seducing and charming his way through the lot of humans...but to be the one on the opposite side, to be the one yanked forwards and kissed so deeply?
It was one hell of an experience.
At first the Infernian didn’t know what Regis was up to but that quickly changed the moment he was captured by the back of his red curls and tugged up into a deep needy kiss. The fire god was stunned stiffed but it only lasted a few seconds an soon he was melting into the lustful hungry lip lock, obeying and submitting to his King like a servant to his every whim. He timidly grabbed onto his shoulders, one hand clawing at his bicep while the other slide down his chest, feeling over the hot trail of sweat that now dampened his form, boiling over like the heated kiss above. The Infernian moaned softly, his sound muffled by the dominant lips curling over his own, tongues at war and bodies pressed firmly against one another. It was a hazy dream Ifrit had always wanted. He could feel the hot coils of aether within them canceling one another out.
They stayed that way for who knew how long, hungrily an lustfully kissing one another, lips ravaging the other as if life depended on it until of course the other pulled back just enough to breathe. Ifrit’s lips chased after Regis’s own, begging and pleading for them to return only to find himself chuckling breathlessly at the retort. The dazed god reached forward, nipping and biting at the Prince’s bottom lip, both of theirs no doubt red and bruised but still gods, did he taste good.
“Mmm, yeah?” Ifrit teased between his spent pants for breath. Hooded burning eyes finally opened with a flutter of raven lashes to stare up in a trance like state into those familiar dark hooded hues in turn.
“Y-You should..hah...d-do that again.” Ifrit purred in a low whisper as he longingly laid against Regis’s chest, his fingers carding through dark brunette locks. Oh he could do that a few hundred million times and never get tired of the Prince’s lips on his own.
