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“You want what?”
Regi panted, their naked body glistening with sweat as they looked down at the man below them, legs straddled either side of him. Sigismund was equally sweaty, looking up at the elf with somewhat bleary vision. His face was red, but seemed to only deepen in colour when Regi basically coaxed him into repeating something he regretted saying in the first place.
“Sigismund.”
“Yes, jeez- Give me a moment to breathe.”
“Tut-Tut, Excuses won't get you anything.”
They teased, still grinding down on him as they leant forward, pressing their chest into Siggys and pulling him into a heated kiss. It was sloppy, and fueled by that loving anger that boiled between them. Once they broke away, their golden eyes stared down at him.
“Say it again.”
Siggy couldn’t look at them. No, they looked far to smug, and sexy, in this moment. He wouldn’t give in, he wouldn’t- His jaw was soon snatched in Regi’s hand, yanked in their direction so that he was forced to look at them.
“Don’t make me ask again.”
That tone. Fuck, that tone. Sigismund swallowed harshly, hips still bucking into the heat that swallowed his length, though at a slower pace now.
“I want you to mark me..”
Regi’s eyes lit up slightly, a grin playing on their lips. They leant back down, nibbling at Siggy’s ear which earnt him a breathy groan, licking up the shell before kissing him on the cheek. Not another word was spoken from them. No, they got straight to work. Kissing down his neck, Regi left glistening saliva in their wake. They searched for where they could feel a rapid pulse, chuckling to themselves a little at just how quick it was.
“Fuck you..” snarled Sigismund,
“I think you mean ‘thank you’ but we can work on your manners.”
They whispered against the dwarves' skin before latching on with their teeth. They bit the porcelain surface, before beginning to suckle it. With enough pressure, when Regi pulled away, a dark hickey was left, nestled in between the lightning scars. They sat back for a moment, riding Siggy slowly as they admired their work.
“My, my. How beautiful.”
Sigismund snarled in annoyance, and wanting one last retaliation, slammed his hips upwards into Regi with no warning. The elf lurched forward, eyes wide as a gasp escaped their lips. A chuckle soon followed alongside a shake of the head.
“Oh, you’ll regret that.”
But he never did.