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Regulus had been watching James from across the Great Hall all evening. Watching him flirt with Lily Evans made his blood boil. This stupid Yule Ball couldn’t be over soon enough. He stared daggers into the back of his head long enough for James to look over his shoulder and swallow hard. He knew that he had fucked up.
Regulus could see it in his umber eyes.
He put his spiked punch on the table to his right and walked out of the Great Hall purposefully. He didn’t want to watch James’s behavior any longer.
“Regulus!”
James.
He kept walking.
“Regulus, wait!”
He didn’t dare stop walking. His ire wouldn’t allow him to.
When he finally felt James’s hand on his arm, he yanked it from his grasp.
“Don’t,” Regulus snapped.
He spun around on his heel and looked at James, who looked incredibly guilty. “Regulus, it wasn’t anything. It didn’t mean anything, I promise—”
“Oh?” Regulus’s tone drastically shifted. “You promise? ”
James swallowed hard. “Regulus—”
He grabbed James’s tie and yanked him forward. “You’ve been a bad boy, haven’t you?”
James’s whimper almost went unnoticed. “I-I didn’t—”
“It’s a simple question, baby. Yes or no. Have you been a bad boy tonight?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” Regulus questioned.
“I-I’ve been a bad boy tonight,” James admitted softly.
Regulus hummed. “And what happens to bad boys, baby?”
James whimpered at Regulus’s words but didn’t verbally reply, which caused Regulus to click his tongue.
“Is that a second strike, baby? I thought we used our words.”
James shook his head. “Bad boys don’t get to cum.”
“That’s right. Bad boys don’t get to cum.” Regulus pulled James in even closer, his lips on the shell of his ear now. “Do you want to play tonight, baby? As always, I need your consent to be freely given.”
“I-I want to play, please. Please, I’ll be such a good boy for you.”
“Then you know where to go, baby,” Regulus murmured.
Regulus let go of James’s tie, and in an instant, he watched James all but sprint down the corridor to the stairs to get to the Room of Requirement.
He took his time walking up the stairs, down the corridors, and up more stairs. He wanted to make James wait. He wanted the anticipation to drive his lover up the wall. He knew that James would be freaking out by now. So when he reached the entrance to the Room of Requirement and asked it for what he so desired, the door appeared. When he opened the door and saw James fully naked waiting for him on his knees, his cock stirred in his trousers. It was such a beautiful sight to behold.
“Look at you,” Regulus said as he walked over to his lover. “Look how beautiful you are.”
He lifted James’s face by his chin and looked into those beautiful cocoa eyes. “I’m going to get on that couch and you know exactly what to do, don’t you?”
James nodded his head rapidly.
“Excellent.”
Regulus made his way to the couch and sat down. He adjusted himself on the sofa, then patted his lap, summoning James. With rapt attention, he watched as his lover got on all fours and crawled to him. Regulus’s cock began to strain against his trousers.
James had climbed up and positioned himself on Regulus’s lap, laying over him with his arse in the air.
“How many strikes do you think you deserve, baby?”
“As many as you think I do, Regulus.”
Regulus hummed. “I’d say let’s start with ten. Can you be a good boy for me and count aloud? I’d really hate to lose count.”
James whispered, “Yes.”
The first strike came hard and fast, making James whimper. “On–one, thank you.”
Regulus’s palm met James’s arse cheek once more.
James yelped, “T–two, thank you.”
The next strikes came in rapid succession, all with James stuttering as he counted aloud for him. James’s whimpers and yelps fueled his fire deep within his core. Right before he reached his ninth strike, Regulus asked James a question.
“Do you think you can take five more for me, baby?”
He watched James nod his head rapidly. “Yes.”
“Color?”
“Green, Regulus.”
Regulus’s hand came down hard and fast as it met James’s already stinging arse cheek. He yelped as he counted.
“El-eleven, thank you.”
Another one.
“Twel–twelve, thank you.”
Once Regulus had finished his last three strikes, he began to soothe James instantly. “You did such a good job for me, James. You were such a good boy for me.”
He moved James to have their eyes meet. “I’m going to fuck you now, baby. I’m going to remind you just who you belong to. If that’s something you’d like.”
James whimpered. “I want that. Remind me, Regulus.”
Regulus darkly chuckled, “Oh, baby, you’ll never forget again.”
James began to scramble and frantically remove Regulus’s clothes.
And Regulus let James undress him. He wanted James to scramble around. He wanted him to show just how desperate he was.
So when he was finally naked, and he saw James nearly salivating at the sight of his cock he darkly chuckled. “Do you think I forgot what you did tonight, baby?”
James’s neck nearly broke to turn and face Regulus’s face. “But the spanking—”
“Was only one part of your punishment. You openly flirted with Lily Evans tonight, baby. Right in front of my fucking face. Did you think I’d let you off with fifteen strikes, fuck you, let you cum, and call it a night?”
He watched James’s throat bob.
“ Oh ,” Regulus’s brow raised. “You thought you were going to get off easy tonight.”
“Regulus—”
Regulus clicked his tongue three times. “Get on all fours on the floor, now. ”
He watched James comply in the blink of an eye. Regulus stood from the couch and slowly got on his knees behind his lover. “Fuck, my hand print looks beautiful painted on your arse cheek, baby.”
James whimpered softly.
“You don’t get to cum until I say so. If you cum before then… well, you know what happens. Don’t you, baby?”
James nodded rapidly. “Yes, Regulus.”
Regulus smiled wickedly as he spread James’s cheeks apart and palmed them. “Should I stretch you? Should I go in raw and make it hurt? You’ve always loved it when I’ve made it hurt. Haven’t you, baby?”
“Yes, yes, yes.” James chanted.
Regulus let go of one of James’s cheeks and cast the lubrication charm over his hard length and his lover’s backside. He wanted to make sure he was properly lubed up for when he absolutely tore up James’s tight hole.
“You’re going to take every fucking inch of me, and you’re going to thank me for fucking you. Do I make myself clear?”
Regulus stroked himself before positioning his cock at James’s entrance and then, in one punishing thrust, sheathed himself inside.
James all but roared as his whole body shook. “Fu–fuck!”
Regulus loved fucking James. Holy fucking gods did he love it. He was a greedy little thing; he needed more, begged for it like a fucking slut. He was always receptive to touch and loved to be praised and degraded. He thrived on being used like nothing more than a fucking hole or a toy to be used and discarded.
His thrusts were cruel and borderline violent. James was screaming at the top of his lungs so shamelessly that it was merely fueling the fire within Regulus to keep going.
“Re–Regulus, feels so good! Th–thank you, fuck, thank you!”
“Such an obiedent slut, aren’t you? Should I keep fucking you like a slut? Would you like that? Do you think Lily could make you feel this good?”
“No! O-only you! Please! I’m your slut!” James panted heavily. “Pl–please fu-fuck me like one!”
Regulus’s grip on James’s hips tightened. “That’s right, you’re my slut. No one could ever make you feel the way I can.”
James was screaming in pleasure, Regulus was incredibly possessive of him — it was so fucking hot. He didn’t really mean to flirt with Lily tonight… he wanted to see what happened out of curiosity.
But you know what they say.
Curiosity killed the cat.
Regulus never liked the idea of Lily having feelings for James or that James used to have feelings for Lily. He wanted James all to himself.
“Re–Regulus! Fuck! Do-don’t stop!” James shouted.
He didn’t dare stop, not with how James was screaming for him. It was fanning the fire that was deep within him.
“Who do you belong to, James?” Regulus panted as he spanked James’s arse. “Tell me.”
“Y-You! Fu-uck!” James’s whole body trembled. “Regul—need to cum!”
“Did I say you could cum, slut?” Regulus growled as the grips on James’s hips tightened. “And is that how we ask for things, James?”
“Pl-please! Regulus, can I c-cum? Pl-please!”
“I don’t think you want it badly enough,” Regulus replied breathlessly.
“I-I do! Re-Regulus, pl-please!” James begged as tears pricked the corners of his eyes. “I-I can’t—”
Regulus could feel how tense James’s body was becoming. He was struggling to hold back his orgasm. He continued to fuck him, rougher, harder, faster.
“Re-Regulus! Pl-please!”
“Are you going to do what you did tonight again?” Regulus growled.
“N-no!” James whined as his toes curled. “Pl-please, Re-Regulus!”
“Who do you belong to, James?” Regulus spanked James again.
“Y-you!” James shouted. “I belo-belong to you!”
“Cum.”
James’s orgasm shredded him to nothing as his vision grew blurry and his breath was stolen from his chest. Gasping for air as he came, Regulus’s name fell out of his mouth like a prayer in the night.
Regulus seconds later, filling James to the brim with his large load. James’s name came out in a grunt, as his hips stuttered.
James attempted to catch his breath as he turned to look over his shoulder at Regulus, who was carding his hands through his sweaty curls.
“Color, James.”
“Green, Regulus. So fucking green.”
James quietly hissed as he felt Regulus slowly pull out of him. He could feel the tension between them still, so he waved his hand over his release on the floor and turned around. He sat on his haunches before him and cupped Regulus’s face.
“Regulus, I truly didn’t mean to hurt you tonight.”
“James…” Regulus shook his head.
James took a deep breath.
This was it.
The big one.
“You know… You know I love you… right?”
Regulus’s eyes snapped up to meet James’s. “What did you just say?”
“That I love you, Regulus.”
Regulus searched James’s eyes for deceit but found nothing.
James loved him.
“James, I-I love you too.”
And he loved James.
“Plus,” James added quietly. “I love it when you’re possessive, it’s really fucking hot.”
Regulus shook his head once more. “You just love to play with fire, don’t you, Potter?”
James kissed the tip of Regulus’s nose. “Of course I do, look at what it gets me.”
Regulus couldn’t help the smile that crept up on his face. “And what does it get you, James?”
“A great reminder as to whom I belong.”
“Oh, and who may that be?” Regulus questioned softly.
“You. I belong to you,” James replied with a brighter-than-sun smile. “Forever.”