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It had been over a week since Regulus had let James Potter fuck him senseless in his bedroom.
And he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since.
Not about the first orgasm, which had completely scrambled his brain—nor the second, which had left him trembling, boneless, and pliant. The thought alone left him hot and longing. The orgasms had destroyed him in the best possible way, had left him in a state of fulfilled comfort.
No man had ever made him come before. Not to mention twice. Their whole interaction had made him overthink the definition of an orgasm. Because whatever that was, what James had done to him—he had never felt that before. Not a single time, late at night with his only vibrator, had he felt such a bone-shuddering orgasm.
It had been the best orgasm of his goddamn life.
And the sex itself, good Lord. No one had ever gone down on him, and he didn’t think it would be that good. If that ain’t heaven, then what is?
No man had ever talked to him the way James did. Regulus got all tingly when he thought about his voice and words. All the pet names he had called him, all the praises and lovely murmurs. How soft his voice had turned when he had whispered, “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
No one had ever looked at him like he were made of gold. Regulus truly believed him when he had complimented his body all over, how he made him feel beautiful and hot and wanted.
Regulus remembered it all. The sounds he had made when he hummed against his most private part. The scent of James’ sweat and hair and cologne. The way his fingers had pressed deep and filled every aching part of him like they belonged there. His hot breath when he had his mouth on him.
And after all that, they had just cuddled. He had held him in his arms, soothing him and giving him sweet kisses. And he didn’t want anything in return. He had been pleased by simply pleasing Regulus. It had been perfect.
Unfortunately, now he wouldn’t stop teasing him.
It was a Saturday noon, quiet and warm inside the flat, golden sunlight shining through the windows. Regulus, James, Sirius, and Remus had ordered lunch from Pizza Hut, and now they were packed like lazy cats on the L-shaped couch, watching American football. Sirius sat on the far left, aggressively yelling at the screen like it could hear him. Remus, sitting with a book beside him, was only partly interested (he didn’t pay attention at all), as well as Regulus, who was mostly entertained by Sirius’ rage. Between the two of them sat James.
Regulus had tried to watch the game. He didn’t really follow football, though he watched it from time to time. But he couldn’t focus. He wasn’t able to. Not with James Potter sitting to his left, legs spread wide, and most importantly: his hand resting possessively on Regulus’ thigh.
It wasn’t an obvious grab. It wasn’t enough to draw attention. Only a casual, quiet placement. As if there wasn’t enough space between them to put his hand elsewhere. James had placed his fingers there fifteen minutes ago and hadn’t moved them since.
Except he had. Every now and then, his thumb would trace a subtle circle. Or press with the barest hint of pressure. Or slide just slightly higher. Barely even noticeable, but he could swear his hand had been near his knee a few minutes ago. Now it rested on his upper thigh.
It was fucking maddening.
He could hear the crowd’s applause from the game, Sirius’ yelling, Remus muttering something to him. But he registered none of it properly. Not when all he could think about was that hand on his leg. That touch. That unbearable heat that was no more than a few inches from where he was already getting wet. His thighs were clenched so tightly that it was beginning to ache. He turned his head just a bit and caught James looking at him out of the corner of his eye.
That bastard had the audacity to smile.
He knew exactly what he was doing and wasn’t even trying to hide it. His hand pressed a fraction higher, his fingers splaying a little wider across the muscle of Regulus’ thigh, until his pinky barely brushed the fabric of his shorts. Regulus exhaled slowly through his nose and blinked once.
James leaned in slightly. “You alright, Reg?” he murmured, low enough that the others wouldn’t catch it.
Regulus didn’t look at him. He held his gaze at the TV screen, pretending to follow the game. One team was about to win, but he didn’t know which team it was. “Fine,” he said flatly.
James’ finger drew a circle. Regulus silently hissed. “You look tense.”
“Must be the game,” he said through gritted teeth. “It’s very intense.”
“You sure it’s not something else?” James’ voice had dropped lower. He sounded amused.
He decided to give him a harsh look. “If you’re trying to play footsie under the table, Potter, your aim’s off by several inches.”
James giggled. “Oh, I’m not aiming for your feet.”
Regulus finally turned his head fully to him. “You’re insufferable,” he snapped.
James beamed. “Will you ever stop telling me?”
The hand on his thigh curled a little tighter, pinching the inside of his leg with his fingers. Regulus swallowed hard and shifted in his seat, pretending it was for comfort.
“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he muttered under his breath.
“Oh, I love games.” James turned his head back to the TV, voice maddeningly casual. “Especially when I win.”
Regulus didn’t answer. He couldn’t. He was fairly sure his face was flushed, but luckily Sirius was too busy to almost fall from the couch, and Remus too calm to notice anything amiss.
It went on like that for another ten minutes.
Regulus truly tried to ignore him. But his thoughts kept spiralling. James’ hand. James’ fingers. James between his legs, whispering a praise after another into his skin. How easily he had slipped his finger inside him, curled them and hit the perfect spot. How hard he had made him come.
His heart beat embarrassingly fast. He had never been so desperate for someone to touch him, but he wouldn’t do shit to act on it. He wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.
Thankfully, salvation arrived in the form of James’ phone buzzing violently on the coffee table. He groaned and reached for it, swiping it up and checking the message. “My game,” he mumbled, more to himself than anyone else.
Sirius turned away from the game. He looked exhausted, like he was the one who played. “What?”
“Football practice,” James muttered, already swinging his legs off the couch and grabbing for his gym bag near the wall. “I told Peter I’d be there early. We’re running plays.”
Regulus tried to decide whether he was disappointed that James would leave, or if he was more than pleased that he finally left him alone. Playing his own football game after he had distracted him from the professionals.
“You’re gonna run plays into the fucking pavement, mate. It’s hot as hell outside,” Sirius warned.
James grinned, already tugging off his hoodie to reveal a clinging grey tank top underneath. His biceps flexed with the movement—on purpose, Regulus was sure about that—and his mouth went dry.
James went into the kitchen. “Hydration is key, Pads,” he said easily, throwing a water bottle into his bag. “And I’ve got motivation.” His eyes flicked to Regulus. “Need to stay in shape.”
And then he was gone. The door slammed shut behind him.
Regulus stared beside him at the empty space James had left behind. The heat of his palm still lingered like a brand on his thigh. His legs were still pressed tight together. He was still very much, dangerously aroused.
And he was going to kill James Potter. Or kiss him. Or both.
Probably both.
He groaned and let his head fall back on the sofa backrest, his hands covering his flushed face. Remus looked up from his book. “Are you okay, Reg?”
Regulus nodded stiffly. “Just hot.”
As he stepped out of the living room and into the hallway a few minutes later, he didn’t know exactly what he was going to do. But he had an idea forming, slow and sinful, a little wicked.
If James Potter wanted to play games, he would be more than happy to raise the stakes. He wanted to tease him? He was going to tease back. No one played games with Regulus Black and won them.
James Potter had been edging the line of self-control all week, and Regulus was getting fed up. Flirty touches, smirking looks, low murmurs said just a bit too close to his ear. James had made him needy and left him hanging, and now he was going to pay.
He smiled to himself. Let the payback begin.
✦ ✦ ✦
By late afternoon, the flat had fallen into its usual gentle chaos, filled with sounds that reminded one of domestic war.
Sirius and Remus stood near the stove, both arguing passionately over whether dinner should involve pasta or curry. The counters were already a mess—open jars, several packages from the fridge, and a variety of vegetables splayed around.
Regulus sat on the edge of the counter, one bare foot swinging lazily, the other tucked beneath him. He was dressed in soft and tiny lounge shorts and a dark, loose shirt that sloped slightly off one shoulder. Nothing deliberately seductive, but not entirely innocent either.
In his hand, he held a banana. He took a slow bite as he watched Remus and Sirius bicker animatedly over what to make for dinner.
“I’ve already told you we don’t have cumin,” Remus said, exasperated, hands planted on his hips. His hair was slightly dishevelled from running them through it too many times in outrage over his boyfriend.
“Then use paprika, or something,” Sirius replied, opening a pack of gummy bears.
“Paprika and cumin are not the same thing!” Remus corrected him.
“They’re both orange!” Sirius opposed.
“First of all, paprika is red, and cumin is yellow. Secondly—”
“Bloody hell, Remus—”
Regulus tuned them out, biting into the banana again. His lips curved lightly around it as he chewed. The banana was overly ripe, a bit too sweet for his taste, but it gave him something to do while the surrounding chaos unfolded.
The floor creaked behind him.
He didn’t look up at first. He didn’t need to. Heavy footsteps, the rustle of fabric, the sudden static charging in the air, electric and hot. And… the scent of too much deodorant, sweat, and musk of someone who hadn’t yet showered after intense exercise.
James had returned.
Regulus let himself keep chewing as he sensed the warmth of James’ body behind him. A moment later, he felt it: a casual brush of fingers against his hip as James passed behind him. A subtle, brief, but unmistakable, grazing touch. A coincidence, maybe. Absolutely not.
Exactly like earlier, Regulus thought. He let his gaze lift.
James was a fucking sight.
James reached the fridge, still standing slightly behind Regulus, and opened it with a sigh, and reached in for a bottle of sparkling pink lemonade. The glass clinked as he twisted the cap off and drank deeply.
Regulus turned his head lightly; his eyes dragged lazily over the shoulder behind him. James was glistening, a light sheen of sweat on his arms and neck, and his chest still rose and fell from exertion, his cheeks were flushed. His shorts rode low on his hips, drawstring loose. His tank top clung in all the right places, chest and biceps, slightly slipped up as he had raised his arms, revealing skin Regulus was desperate to touch.
“I see you’re still sweaty,” Regulus said and licked his lower lip after taking a bite.
James took a swig from the bottle in his hand before answering, voice slightly hoarse. He swallowed and lowered the bottle. “I told you. Practice was brutal.”
“Poor little thing,” he said, completely unsympathetic, though his eyes lingered.
James let out a lazy groan. “We ran suicides the last twenty minutes. I think I left my soul on the court. I think my legs might be actually broken.”
Regulus tilted his head. His dark eyes slid down James’ flushed, sweat-dampened neck. “You look like it was very hot outside.”
James gave a lazy smile, cocky and deliberate. “Mhm. I am very hot.”
“Debatable,” Regulus said flatly, but the corners of his mouth twitched.
James looked at him now, a smirk blooming across his flushed face. His hair was a mess—curls damp and sticking up at awkward angles—and it fucking suited him. A heat that had nothing to do with the sun coiled somewhere low in his stomach.
“You look hungry,” James said slowly. His voice had dropped. His eyes dipped down to the banana in Regulus’ hand, slow and suggestive, then back up to his face again.
Regulus held his gaze. “The two idiots over there can’t decide what to cook,” Regulus replied, nodding toward Sirius and Remus, who were still bickering.
Remus had just been taking a breath and had turned his head towards them, listening to the last part of their conversation. “Pasta is winning, by the way.”
Regulus arched a brow. “I thought curry was winning?”
“No, Sirius was just louder,” he said, turning his head back to his boyfriend, who had already started arguing over curry again.
Regulus turned his head. “I had to help myself.”
James leaned against the counter beside him, his eyes flicking between Regulus’ mouth and the slow, deliberate movement of his fingers as he peeled more of the banana down.
He smirked. “Helping yourself with a banana?”
“It tastes good,” Regulus murmured, meeting his gaze through long lashes as he bit off another piece.
James didn’t blink. His lips quirked. “You enjoy bananas, then.”
“They do their job,” Regulus said lightly, letting his voice sound smokier. “They feed me.” Regulus peeled the rest of it and took a smaller bite, then chewing slowly. His eyes never left James’.
He was openly staring now. The corner of his mouth twitched upward as if he was about to say something stupid. “You’re good at eating bananas, then, hm?”
Regulus didn’t answer with words. He simply took another bite, slow and careful, and held James’ gaze as he chewed, tongue curling over his lip when he swallowed.
James exhaled sharply through his nose. He broke eye contact. “I’m going to take a shower,” he announced to no one in particular. “I’m very hot.”
“Yeah, you’re all sweaty,” Regulus said casually, but there was a glint in his eye.
The corner of his lips twitched. “I like getting sweaty.”
Regulus wrinkled his nose and arched a brow. “It stinks.”
James’ eyes darkened, only a touch. His voice got darker as he said, “That’s why I like a shower after.”
“Then get yourself under water finally,” Regulus replied, and tilted his head. “Before you stink up the whole flat.”
James took half a step closer, his gaze flicked briefly down Regulus’ body before lifting up to his face again. He smiled. “I like it wet.”
Regulus gulped. “I figured.”
He winked at Regulus, then turned on his heel and left the room, followed by Regulus’ gaze. As he heard the door to the bathroom shut an octave too loud, Sirius looked over from the cutting board. “He’s insufferable.”
“Tell me about it,” Regulus said, swallowing down the smile that was trying to rise up on his lips. His mind was already racing.
Remus muttered something about herbs and spices. Sirius complained that they were out of farfalle.
He was still staring at the door. The image of James—damp, flushed, and smiling like the smug bastard he was—lingered behind his eyes like a brand. And more than that: the subtle heat of his hand on Regulus’ hip. The seductive tone in his voice. The week of pent-up teasing and flirty one-liners was building in Regulus, like pressure in a bottle.
James had been playing a game.
Regulus was done playing defence.
He hopped off the counter and dumped the banana peel in the rubbish bin. Remus placed a pot on the stove. Sirius had finally found the cumin, somehow.
The whole afternoon, Regulus had thought about how he would overcome him. He hadn’t planned to follow him. Not exactly. But James had started something earlier on the couch with his teasing, maddening hand. If he thought Regulus wasn’t going to bite back, he had severely underestimated him.
Now he didn’t even hesitate.
He padded down the hallway, barefoot and silent, and paused just outside the bathroom door. He heard the water running in quiet and steady motions. Heard the sound of steam gathering behind the glass. He could almost see it: James standing under the spray, head tipped back, water running over every inch of skin. Regulus bit his lip as he thought about it.
He wasn’t going to knock.
He was done waiting.
He was done letting him tease.
He turned the handle and slipped inside.
Steam hit him immediately, curling around his skin and clinging to his clothes. The air was thick and hot, the mirror already fogged over. He recognized the outline of James’ figure through the frosted glass; head tilted back under the stream, one hand in his hair, the other braced against the tile.
Regulus swallowed hard.
He closed the door, silently, and started to peel his clothes off. He peeled off his shorts, then his underwear, then his shirt. He was glad he still had his tape on. It made everything easier. He wouldn’t have to think about whether he should cling to the uncomfortable feeling of a wet binder or show off his chest.
Then, he stepped toward the shower. His fingers wrapped around the glass door handle, and he slid it open, barely enough to slip inside. The water was scalding. His skin tingled immediately, mist rose in plumes around them.
James stood with his back against him, facing away, wet and completely naked. His shoulders were broad and gleaming in the heat. He stared at the curve of his spine, the strong line of his thighs. The way he stood upright, and his back muscles tensed. His gaze went down to his well-trained… Lord, have mercy.
Something hot twisted in Regulus’ stomach.
James slightly tilted his head down, now watching the tiles in front of him, as Regulus stepped right behind him into the shower and closed the door.
“I was hoping you’d follow me,” James said, voice low, and Regulus could swear he was smiling, even though he wasn’t looking at him. “You have excellent timing.” His voice was thick with amusement, which made Regulus want to slap him—or kiss him until he shut up.
Regulus stepped closer, until his chest touched James’ back, and put his hands lightly on James’ hips from behind. He rose up on his toes, hardly enough to bring his mouth beside James’ ear, his voice no more than a whisper.
“I told you I might want to keep you around,” he murmured. “I didn’t say you could spend all week teasing me.” He tugged at his hips and pressed himself firmer to James, and put his mouth nearer to his ear. He darkened his voice. “Leaving me all wet and needy.”
James groaned low in his throat, his back tensing under Regulus’ hands and his legs trembling.
“And I had to take care of it all by myself,” Regulus added, dragging his nails lightly along the edges of James’ waist. “Multiple times,” he added.
James gulped. “I thought you didn’t touch yourself,” he said, voice rough.
“I don’t,” Regulus admitted, lips close enough to brush the shell of his ear. “But I have a vibrator.”
James let out a disbelieving little noise. “So it was an excuse all along, hm? A clever little ruse to get me alone?”
“It wasn’t an excuse.” Regulus pulled back, leaving his arms hanging beside him and leaning against the glass wall. “The batteries were empty.”
James chuckled. “Mh-hm. Sure. What a lame excuse.”
Regulus scoffed and smacked his side lightly. “It’s not an— Shut up, Potter!”
James chuckled again. He took his hand off the wall and brushed them through his drenched hair. Then he finally turned around, leaned his back against the faucet, and laying his eyes on him. Regulus gulped.
He caught the full side of him.
“You never said I was allowed to tease you,” James said, voice mocking. “But you also never said I was not allowed to tease you.”
Water beaded on every inch of him. His chest, all warm skin and muscle and freckles; his arms, loose and flexed from where he had braced against the wall; his sharp jawline.
He let his gaze wander lower, over his broad chest. He had already caught sight of that. The strong muscles he now flexed. The trail of hair wandering down his pants, except he was now all naked and exposed. He followed the trail of hair, looking down deeper, and gazing at his middle.
James’ dick twitched.
Regulus didn’t even realize he was staring until James giggled. He tilted his head and gave him a grin that was too much.
God, how beautiful he was.
James took a step forward. He brushed his right hand down his side and leaned down to his ear, just as Regulus had done. “And I never said you weren’t welcome in my bed.”
The breath caught in Regulus’s throat.
The space between them was hardly any space at all. The water rushed down over James’ shoulders, ran in rivulets over his chest. Regulus’ eyes followed a drop as it slid from his collarbone down to his navel, and then lower, dragging his gaze down again.
“You’re a menace,” Regulus said, though his voice came out softer than he intended. He let his eyes wander up again and met James’.
“And yet,” James murmured, reaching out to tuck a wet strand of hair behind Regulus’ ear, “you keep coming back.”
He meant to snap back with something sharp, but his eyes betrayed him, falling to James’ mouth instead. His lips were pink and parted slightly, wet with steam, a drop of water clinging to the bottom one.
The tension between them thickened, slow and syrupy, as James stepped in close enough to touch. Their bodies nearly brushed, but James didn’t close the gap just yet. Only his hand rested on Regulus’ hip.
“I should make you shut up,” Regulus murmured. “Should kiss you or something.”
James hand drew circles on his skin. His mouth gazed over his neck, making Regulus shiver. “I never said you were allowed to kiss me.”
“Didn’t think I need permission,” he replied. He lifted his chin and met his eyes, as James stood up straighter, face not even an inch away from his.
Regulus pulled him closer by his waist, reached up and rested a hand on his cheek. He stared into James’ eyes, a silent question, and the look he gave him was all the answer in the world. He pressed their mouths together, and James kissed him back like the starving man he was.
Their mouths moved against each other; wet, heated, and desperate. The steam curled around them like a veil, warm and drizzling.
James’ hands gripped Regulus’ waist firmer and more possessively. He dragged him flush against his chest, away from the cool glass. Water rushed down over their tangled bodies, dripping from James’ hair into the space between their mouths, where breath hitched and mingled. Regulus moaned into the kiss, unable to help himself. He had been thinking about this moment for too long—about James’ mouth, about his hands, about the stupid cocky smirk that he wanted to kiss right off his face.
And James kissed like he meant it.
Like he had been thinking about it too. And Regulus was sure—no, he knew—he was definitely thinking about it. Every oh so subtle touch had been planned by him.
Their bodies slid together, wet and fever-hot, nothing but want between them now. James shifted slightly, as he guided Regulus gently but firmly a few inches backwards until his back met the cool, fogged glass of the shower again. Regulus gasped at the contrast, and James' mouth left his mouth, only to take the opportunity to kiss down his jaw, down his throat, tongue tracing the hollow of it like a man obsessed.
“You’re wet,” James murmured against his skin, voice thick with arousal and amusement.
“Obviously,” Regulus panted, tilting his head back to let him work. “We’re in the shower.”
James chuckled against his neck, biting it lightly before pulling back to look at him. “I'm sure you're wet between your legs as well.”
Regulus rolled his eyes, but his cheeks were already flushed, eyes hooded. “If you don’t know that by now, you’re not as good with your hands as you say.”
James’ eyebrow arched. “Is that a challenge?”
Regulus didn’t answer. He grabbed the back of James’s neck and kissed him again, hard.
And that was all the answer James needed.
He kept pressing his body against Regulus’. His hand slid downward, fingers skating along Regulus’ sides, then stomach, until they dipped lower, firmly touching his thighs. He sucked his neck as he parted his thighs, just a little bit, with easy confidence. Regulus gasped into his mouth as James’ touch slipped between his legs, teasing at first, no more than a few inches away from where he was wet and aching. Where he wanted him so desperately.
Then his hand went up higher and—finally—slipped right between his legs, where he so badly needed it. Regulus arched his back and let out a loud moan, automatically pushing his hips forward in hope of getting more friction.
James moaned against his skin before his mouth left him, and looked down at him. “You’re already dripping for me,” he sighed, fingers moving between his labia, spreading them slowly and then gliding through the slickness with a groan. “You’ve been walking around like this all day?”
Regulus whined, his head falling back against the glass. “Since lunch,” he breathed. “Since you touched my thigh like it belonged to y—”
Slowly, James slipped one finger inside him.
The sound Regulus made was all breath and need. His hips jerked forward on instinct, as if they were chasing the contact, the heat, the pressure.
“But it was only a touch, barely any skin contact,” James murmured, sliding the finger out, “There’s no way an innocent touch makes you wet like that.” He slipped the finger back in.
Regulus breathed hard. “You know exactly what you were doing.”
James leaned in. His lips brushed just over Regulus’ lips. “Finish your sentence,” he demanded, his voice low and maddeningly calm. “Like your thigh belonged to who?”
Regulus gasped, lashes fluttering, his whole body pulled taut as a bowstring. “You,” he choked out. “Like it belonged to you.”
James hummed, mouth curling into a smirk against his skin. “That’s because it does.”
Regulus let out a whine, a soft, helpless sound that escaped in his throat before it could shape itself into words. He wanted to say something sharp. He wanted to tell him that his thigh, his body in general, didn’t belong to anyone but himself—especially not James—but the thought unravelled before it ever reached his lips. His body betrayed him first, then James, who was maddeningly good at distracting him from his own thoughts.
He added a second finger, and Regulus’ legs trembled, his moans got caught in his throat. “Shh,” James murmured, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Let me help you out, baby. You desperate little thing.”
Regulus moaned when James curled his fingers. He placed his lips on Regulus’, suffocating the sound with his mouth. He let their tongues meet.
The pace was slow at first. James knew exactly how to work him open, how to curl his fingers just right, making him squirm writhed between his body and glass.
“You feel so fucking good,” James sighed as Regulus needed to catch another breath. “You’re so warm and wet. Completely soaked. So perfect for me, baby.” He kissed him again. “As if you were made for me.” Regulus didn’t object.
He moved his fingers faster, pushing him faster to the edge with each move. He thrusted them in and out without mercy, leaving Regulus moaning and panting. His eyes were half-lidded, his lips parted, and a flush bloomed over his cheeks and neck. His arms were looped around James’ neck for support (not that James's body pressed against him was already preventing him from falling down, even if his legs felt all wobbly as if they were about to lose the strength to hold him up).
He arched into every thrust of James’s fingers, chasing the redemption he longed for, his breath stuttering each time James curled them just right. James pushed his fingers deep inside, thrusting against the point that made Regulus moan so loud, that he wasn't quite sure if it shuddered all around their flat.
James bit his jaw in response. He breathed into his ear. “You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you, baby?” James whispered, kissing the corner of his mouth again, then his jaw, then his throat. Regulus panted. “You’re so close already. I can feel it.”
Regulus moaned, biting his lip hard enough to sting.
“I want to feel you come on my fingers,” James whispered, voice low and wrecked. “I want you to moan my name as you come like a good boy.”
Regulus nodded, desperate and needy. His moans were pleading, creating the most wonderful and melodious music in James’ ears.
He shifted a bit and pressed his palm against his lower stomach, adding pressure, giving him barely the edge he needed. His fingers fucked into him harder, deeper, and Regulus whimpered, trying to keep his voice down; not that it mattered. He was past caring.
He gasped. “James—”
James curled his fingers. He whispered into his ear, “Come for me, baby.”
And Regulus did.
His orgasm rushed over him like a wave. It stole the air from his lungs, made his whole body shudder against the glass. His pussy clenched around James’ fingers, making him groan. He fucked Regulus through his climax, slowing down evenly as he felt his orgasm ebb away. Regulus’ legs almost gave up, and James held him in place. He kissed his shoulder, his neck, his mouth, and murmured soft praises as he came down.
“You’re fucking incredible, love,” James whispered against his temple. “Most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Regulus was too breathless to reply. His chest heaved, muscles loose and trembling. He tried to regain his firm footing, but his legs felt boneless. He simply let James kiss him and hold him upright, his hands still on his hips, grounding him.
As the pleasure slowly ebbed down, the strength began to return to his legs. He hummed and let his hands slide down James’ waist and clung onto him.
“How do you feel, love?” James asked and kissed his cheek.
“Hm,” he sighed. He exhaled dramatically. “Fucking brilliant.”
They stood there for a while and kissed slowly, hands wandering over each other’s bodies. After a while, Regulus let his hand slip over James’ hip, between his body. Regulus let out a sly little laugh.
“What’s so funny?” James murmured against his lips. His hands rested on his ass.
Regulus’ hand slid down further between them, brushing deliberately over the hard length that pressed against his thigh.
“Oh,” James groaned.
He giggled. “Seems like someone’s enjoying to make me come on his fingers, am I wrong?”
“You’re going to be the death of me,” James muttered against his shoulder, placing a kiss on his soft skin. “You’re not wrong. I almost came just from touching you.”
Regulus leaned in and licked a stripe up James’ neck. “I haven’t even gotten started yet.”
He let his hand brush over James’ dick again and elicited a moan from him. He wrapped his fingers around him whole, making a fist around his shaft.
James groaned. “God, baby.”
Regulus bit his neck as he started to move his hand up and down the length, eliciting a sweet sound from the man in front of him.
He leaned back a bit and watched James, whose eyes had turned dark and desperate. “Didn't you say you had a small dick?” he asked.
James gave him a breathless chuckle. “It's not exactly big, is it?”
“Hm,” he said and fisted his fingers tighter, making him sigh in pleasure. “I'd say it’s average, no?”
James laughed a bit against his neck, breathing hard. “Not quite, a bit below average, I think.”
Regulus’ lips twitched. “At least you're self-aware,” he said sweetly, and kept his movements steady, but slow.
James breathed hard at his touch. “Thank you for pushing my ego, though.”
Regulus hummed and kept stroking his dick—only to release him a few seconds later. He removed both his hands from his body, leaning back against the glass.
James’ hips instinctively twitched forward. He looked at Regulus, confused. “Why did you stop?” He breathed hard. His gaze was veiled, but became worried. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Hm,” he said and tilted his head. “How does it feel to be teased and then left hanging?”
“Are you serious?” James looked at him desperately and licked his lips. “I thought I just made up for it.”
Regulus smiled. “Not nearly,” he said, and let his hand slide over James’ dick once again, eliciting a surprised moan at the sudden touch.
He leaned in until his mouth brushes over his ear. “Maybe I'll keep doing that,” he said, “stroking your hard dick and letting you down before you can come.”
James groaned. “God, please don’t.”
Regulus chuckled. “You want me to make you come?” James couldn’t do anything but nod.
His hand took on a steady rhythm. He pleasured his length the way he supposed James liked it, and made him moan. In consistent motion, he kept moving his hand up and down. James moaned into his ear. His breathing got rushed. His chest moved rose and fell fast. His moans became more and more choppy and then—
Regulus let go.
James groaned in disappointment. “Please,” he begged. “I was so close, baby.” Softly, he kissed his neck, his jawline, his cheek. His hand clung onto him, and he looked at him pleadingly. “Please, baby.”
Regulus loved the way he begged for him. He licked his lips. Then he licked over James’ ear shell and whispered into his ear: “If you want to come, you’ll have to be my good toy. You take what I choose to give you. You don’t complain. You’re grateful.” James whimpered. “Understood?”
James breathed hard. “Yes, I understand.”
Regulus grinned. “Very good, baby.” He put his hand back on his dick, and James mewled. “And now be a good toy. Let me use you as I please.”
And he did. James let him stroke his dick over and over again, only for him to pull his hand away, making him whine. He pulled him into a kiss and touched him again, pushing him to the edge, and letting go again.
James had turned the shower off a while ago. Regulus could now see him better, could see him sweating. James had his eyes pressed shut, breathing hard and panting against Regulus.
“You look divine,” Regulus murmured into his ear.
He brushed his thumb over the tip of his cock, smeared the pre-cum that was already leaking. He took his hand off him again, but this time he led his hand to his mouth. James watched him with wide eyes as Regulus pushed his thumb into his mouth and closed his eyes, sucking and moaning at it. He didn't exactly like the taste of cum, but he wanted to push James as far as he could. When he opened his eyes, James watched him in a way that made heat curl up in Regulus’ body. He almost came again.
He put his hand back onto his dick and leaned forward. “I wonder what your dick tastes like,” he whispered into his ear. James moaned, and Regulus grinned. “Do you want me to suck your dick, Jamie?”
He leaned back and watched James as he inhaled sharply. “You don’t have to do that, love,” he breathed. “I’m totally fine with whatever you want to do,” he said, though Regulus was certain that James wasn’t so fine with being constantly let down.
He rolled his eyes at him. He tilted his head and looked at him closely. Even in his hazy condition, James was able to look at him softly and caring. “I want to,” he promised.
He didn’t look quite content. “Are you sure?”
Regulus resisted the urge to roll his eyes again. “You’re too sweet,” he said. “I’m sure.”
And before James could say anything else, Regulus dropped onto his knees. He knelt easily, the water pooling around his legs as he looked up through wet lashes. His dark hair clung to his cheeks and temples as he placed his hands on James’ thighs.
James stared down at him, his chest heaving, pupils blown wide. “Fuck,” he breathed, the word more like a prayer.
Regulus grinned up at him from below. “Already losing your words, Potter?”
James opened his mouth and closed it again, only to open it again. “You look like heaven, Reg. Christ, you look like you just slipped out of a wet dream of mine.”
Regulus chuckled, then licked his lips. He was curious if James was actually dreaming of him. Regulus glanced up at him, gaze flicking with purpose, then reached between them and wrapped his hand around James cock. He looked up at him through his long lashes.
“Do you want me to suck your dick?” he asked again.
This time, James nodded heavily. He held himself onto the wall, keeping his legs from giving in. He licked his lips as Regulus kept his hand firm on the base of his cock. “But only if you really want to,” he wanted to say, but before he was able to finish the sentence, Regulus already pressed a kiss onto his tip, then licked another drop of pre-cum from the head.
His dick pulsed hot and heavy in Regulus’ palm, the weight of it solid, the pink tip flushed and leaking. He gave it one more slow stroke, watching the way James’ mouth dropped open, the way his hips barely restrained a thrust forward.
And then, deliberately and carefully, Regulus leaned in and licked from the base of his cock all the way up to his tip.
James groaned, one hand shooting out to brace himself on the shower wall, trying to keep his legs steady. The other had threaded instinctively into Regulus’ hair. “You’re fucking dangerous,” James breathed, voice fraying at the edges.
Regulus hummed, pleased with himself, and then wrapped his lips around the head of his cock, receiving another sweet sound from the man above him.
He started slow, only the tip, teased it with his tongue. He eagerly sucked his head of dick, his cheeks hollowed slightly with each suck. His hand worked in tandem with his mouth, gliding up and down the base with wet, steady strokes. All the while, his eyes stayed locked in with James’, daring him to fall apart.
And he fucking did.
His fingers clenched in Regulus’ hair, not guiding, simply holding on. His breath came in shallow pants, his body twitched with every flick of tongue, every shift of suction. Regulus bobbed his head farther and took more of him in. He relaxed his jaw and played with his tongue, making James go crazy. One hand left his thigh and started caressing his balls.
“God, baby,” James gasped. “You look so pretty like this. So beautiful on your knees. So good for me.”
Regulus moaned around him, and the vibration made James curse again. Regulus pulled back just far enough to speak. His lips were shiny and his voice wrecked. “I like having your cock in my mouth, Jamie,” he said seductively. “You taste so good.”
James let out a broken sound, and Regulus went right back down, this time taking him deeper, letting the head almost hit the back of his throat. James moaned loudly, pulling harshly at his hair. As Regulus had his dick in his mouth whole, his hand left the base, and cupped a cheek of his ass instead.
Regulus had never been able to take a dick that deep in, and he hummed around it, pleased with himself. He was glad James wasn't that big; it made swallowing around him so much easier. James’ knees nearly gave out.
“Baby,” he moaned. “I’m not gonna last if you—” His sentence crumbled into a groan. “God, I’m gonna fucking come.”
Regulus pulled off with a pop, grinning, satisfied. “You may,” he said, voice husky, “but only if you moan my name.”
James blinked, dazed. “You’re unbelievable.”
Regulus licked along his shaft. “And you love it.”
James moaned approvingly, and Regulus wrapped his lips around his dick again. He bobbed his head up and down, slid his tongue over it, and played with his balls.
It didn’t take James too long. He had no idea how he had already survived a minute or two of Regulus’ wet mouth, when he had been teasing him for minutes and minutes before.
“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling at his hair. Regulus' mouth drove him crazy. His wet mouth, his amazing tongue, and his gaze up at him.
“Careful,” he breathed. “I'm gonna come.”
Regulus hummed in understanding. He let his tongue slide over his dick once more, sucked on it and built pressure. Then he let the dick slip out of his mouth with a plop. He stroked it only twice, then James came with a loud moan.
“Fuck,” he hissed. His voice trembled. “Regulus!”
James came over Regulus’ chest and over his tape. He kept stroking a bit until James started squirming. Then he let go and stood, his legs numb from kneeling on the hard ground.
James pulled him in a harsh movement, and he kissed him, rough and fast, his hands clutched at his waist like he couldn’t decide whether to worship or ravage him.
“You’re fucking amazing,” he breathed after he broke the kiss, “but incredibly mean.” He pressed their lips back together. Regulus moaned into the kiss, letting himself be swallowed completely.
They kissed for a while. James had turned the water back on, and now they simply let the water sprinkle on them. The water beat down over their bodies and mixed with heavy breaths and soft moans. James reached for the shampoo bottle perched on the shower ledge and squeezed some into his palm. He lathered it into Regulus’ damp hair. Regulus let him.
His fingers massaged the scalp with gentle pressure. He worked through the knots, which made Regulus shiver. Regulus closed his eyes and tilted his head back, so the water rinsed away the suds.
When James finished, Regulus turned around. “Let me,” Regulus murmured as he reached up with both hands. He grabbed the shampoo bottle, determined to return the favour despite the significant height difference.
He stretched on tiptoes, extended his arms as far as he could, and clumsily rubbed shampoo into James’ thick hair, ignoring that James was far taller than he was. His fingers tangled, slipping over drenched strands, and he laughed softly when James teased him for the effort.
“You’re hopeless,” James chuckled, but his eyes shone with fondness.
Their faces were so close now that every breath mingled. They started kissing again, slow and sweet, the kind of kiss that said everything without words.
James finally pulled back slightly, breath still heavy. He smiled against his lips. “I hope I made up for all the teasing.”
Regulus smirked, his eyes sparkling with challenge. “Not even close,” he whispered back.
James’ brow furrowed in mock offence.
“You think all the teasing of last week would be apologized for with no more than a simple orgasm?” Regulus asked, voice low and teasing. “I think you need to keep making up for it.”
His hand slid deliberately between his own thighs beneath the water’s spray. He let his fingers slide through his labia, raised them, and then shoved them into James’ mouth. He willingly let him and moaned around his fingers as he sucked on them. Regulus was again—or still?—so wet. “I’m still not satisfied.”
James groaned, a guttural sound of pure frustration and want. He licked over his fingers and let them slide out of his mouth. “You’re so needy.”
Regulus looked up at him with a mischievous grin. He pushed his body closer to his own. He bit into his shoulder and hummed. “Look what you’re doing to me.”
James growled, the sound dark and possessive, then caught Regulus’ hand and tugged him closer. “Enough,” he growled, voice rough. “Come here.”
He picked Regulus up, who willingly wrapped his legs around his hip, turned the shower off, and lifted him carefully out of the shower. The water dripped everywhere as he grabbed for a large, soft towel. He put Regulus down and wrapped him in the towel. He dried him meticulously, every stroke was slow and tender, like he was trying to memorize the feel of him. Regulus liked the feeling of being taken care of like this. He simply stood there and let James dry him.
He was careful and considerate, only slightly brushing above his chest, trying not to touch where his tape—which had already come loose on the sides—was put on him. Regulus was thankful that he didn’t comment on it. James was being careful, not paying too much attention to his chest.
When James was done, he let the towel drop to the ground and guided Regulus backwards. He just let James manage his steps for him until he felt the edge of the bathtub in the hollow of his knees. He sat Regulus down, and he leaned back slightly as he tried to catch his breath.
“I hope you’re not too tired yet,” Regulus whispered, biting at his bottom lip.
James grinned, all teeth. “Never,” he said. “Not for you.”
“Good,” he said and grabbed his neck, “because I’m not done.” He pulled him back into a kiss and let his hand wander over his body. He let go and sighed at the sight of James” naked body. Water was still dripping down from his hair and over his body. This is what Regulus’ wet dream looked like.
Regulus smirked and crooked a finger. “You said I looked good on my knees,” he murmured, letting his finger wander over his body. He looked into his eyes. “Now I want to see how you look on yours.”
James’ breath got caught. “You’re trying to kill me.” But he didn’t need to be told twice.
James sank to his knees in front of him in one swift motion. He rested his hand on Regulus’ knees and looked up at him. As their gazes met, his hands pushed his knees apart, spreading Regulus’ legs wide. His eyes were dark with desire, completely focused as he prepared to give Regulus all the pleasure he’d been craving. Again.
His hands came up to stroke his thighs, soft and reverent. He kissed the inside of one, then the other, teeth grazing gently as he looked up through his lashes.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he said quietly.
Regulus flushed. James, on his knees, was a sight. It was the way he dropped to his knees so submissively, ready to follow Regulus’ instructions. He loved the way James worshipped him with compliments and hot touches. It made him feel more special than any man had ever before.
James bit him lightly. Regulus inhaled sharply, then grabbed James’ hair. “Now be a good toy for me,” he breathed. “Less talking. More showing.”
James chuckled low in his throat. He kissed the inside of his thighs up to his middle. His breath was hot against his cunt. He licked his lips at the sight of Regulus spread legs, all dripping and desperate for him. Regulus sighed at the look in James’ eyes. Then James dipped forward and put his mouth onto him, hot and starving.
Regulus gasped, head falling back. One hand held himself onto the bathtub, clinging around the edge; the other gripped tight and harshly into James’ hair. “Fuck, James!”
James took his time, licking a slow stripe with his tongue, through his labia up to his clit. He tasted him, devoured him. He held Regulus’s thighs wide and steady, and began to screw him with his tongue.
Regulus moaned like a starving whore, letting James devour him completely. He ate him out in the best possible way, trying to taste all the juices Regulus gave him.
He was already close again, still worked up from his previous orgasm. He moaned loudly as James brushed his tongue over the bundle of nerves and started to suck his small dick. He was so sensitive. Too sensitive. Almost. Not quite. He wanted more.
James licked all over his pussy, every stroke better than the last. He licked through his labia with his whole tongue, devouring him with all of his mouth. He pushed his tongue inside him and caressed his insides as he licked his walls. He fucked him with his tongue.
He didn’t just eat him out. He devoured him. Worshipped him. Fucked him stupid.
“James,” he gasped, and he understood the silent beg. He let go of his right leg and eased two fingers inside him. Regulus panted, his legs trembling, his chest rising and falling heavily.
He was already so close, and James was relentless.
His mouth and fingers worked in tandem, coaxing more slickness, more moans, more trembling pleasure from Regulus’ overstimulated body. He curled his fingers inside him, found his g-spot with ease, and licked over his clit, pressing a kiss on it, and started to suck again. Like he wanted to fuck him until he ruined him completely.
He probably did.
Regulus moaned loudly, and James knew he was seconds away from falling apart. His fingers fucked him in harsh, steady motions, his tongue tasted him so eagerly. Licking and sucking his dick so good.
Regulus arched forward with a cry, his hips jerked against James’ mouth. His legs kept shaking as he climaxed on James’ fingers, clenching tight around them.
He almost slipped off the tub’s edge, catching himself barely by clutching James’ damp curls. James’ fingers left him too fast, just to quickly move forward to his hips. He pulled him forward to keep him from falling, pulling him down on the floor and wrapping his arms around him.
They both laughed—breathless and giddy and fucked-out. James placed a kiss on his shoulder as he brushed his hands over Regulus’ sides. “You almost fell.”
Regulus chuckled softly, still breathing hard as he tried to come down from his orgasm. “You ate me out so good I nearly blacked out.”
James brushed his wet lips over his cheek and grinned. “You’re welcome.”
For a minute, they simply sat there, arms wrapped around each other, and breathed. James sighed heavily into his neck, where he placed soothing kisses, smearing Regulus’ juices over him.
When he pulled away and looked at him, his lips glistened, and his pupils were wide and blown. Regulus lay sprawled in front of the bathtub, his legs twitched slightly, his fingers loosely brushing James’ sides. His cheeks were flushed in a deep red, chest rising and falling as if he’d just run a marathon.
James leaned up slowly, almost reverently, and brushed a kiss to Regulus’ cheek, his lips soft and lingering. “Let’s see if I can get you out of here without getting caught,” he murmured. He gently brushed his hands over his sides, then let go and stood up, turning toward the bathroom door. Regulus leaned his head against the marble, as James’ fingers hovered just above the handle. He tilted his head and listened, then opened the door a little.
No noises from outside the bathroom at first. But then a soft, unmistakable bang of a pot and a low, familiar curse from Remus drifted through the door. James smirked as he turned around to Regulus. As he closed the door, they heard a shutter that sounded like Sirius had managed to knock something over, and Remus was, predictably, trying to salvage dinner.
They both smiled stupidly. Regulus still looked a bit hazed, his eyes half closed. James walked across the room and took a moment to dress himself. He put on his boxers and pants quickly. Then he reached for the soft towel on the floor besides the shower, and returned to Regulus.
“Still with me?” he asked softly, kneeling beside him again.
Regulus looked up with heavy-lidded eyes, clearly dazed but smug. “Barely. You keep trying to kill me,” he giggled.
James chuckled and lifted the towel to Regulus’ shoulders, wrapping his upper body in it. “Only with affection.”
Carefully, he guided Regulus to his feet, wrapping the rest of the towel snugly around his narrow hips. Regulus swayed slightly, his thighs still weak. James swept him up into his arms without hesitation.
“James!” Regulus squeaked, but he didn’t protest. Instead, he let his head fall against James’ bare shoulder with a small, content sigh.
“You’re light,” James murmured, and carried him out of the steamy bathroom and into the cool hallway. “And I’m strong.”
Regulus rolled his eyes with a smile. “No need to brag.”
James quietly closed the door. “Oh, but I want to.”
The door to James’ room creaked softly as he opened it with his foot. He stepped inside, the familiar smell of his aftershave and a candle he got from Remus hitting both of them. The lights were dim. It wasn’t dark outside yet, so the sun shined slightly through the window.
He set Regulus down on the edge of his bed gently, as if he might shatter, and padded over to his wardrobe. The doors creaked as he opened them.
“What do you want to wear?” James asked, looking over his shoulder, then rifling through a drawer.
Regulus thought about it for a minute. “Something oversized. And soft. No jeans.”
“Obviously.” James turned, holding up a folded pair of boxers and one of his enormous hoodies, worn down to something velvety and thin. “Will this royal selection satisfy your needs, your highness?”
Regulus giggled softly. “I’ll allow it.”
With steady hands, James knelt down again and helped him dress. He pulled the hoodie gently over his head, threading his arms through the sleeves with deliberate care. Then he slid the boxers up Regulus’ legs and over his hips. The fabric settled snugly, and Regulus leaned back into the mattress with a pleased sigh.
James stared for a moment, drinking him in. Messy hair. Pink cheeks. Bare thighs under his hoodie. He looked flushed and fucked-out and completely devastated.
James felt something warm bloom in his chest.
“Come here,” Regulus muttered.
James blinked. “What?”
Regulus grabbed his wrist and tugged it. “Lie down.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. James let himself be pulled onto the bed and landed beside Regulus with a low laugh. His arms found their way around him instinctively, and Regulus pressed close, his head resting on James’ chest like it belonged there. Exactly like a week ago.
Their legs tangled, the blanket still half-tossed over the edge of the bed. The hoodie swallowed Regulus whole, only the tips of his fingers peeking out. His nose nuzzled just above James’ heartbeat.
They lay like that for a while. Quiet. Breathing each other in. Keeping their breathing steady. Regulus listened to his heartbeat and realized that it had slowed down.
Then James bent down slightly, his mouth near Regulus’ ear. He was currently stroking his hand over Regulus’ thigh, caressing the skin underneath the fabric of his hoodie. “Are you hungry?” he whispered.
Regulus groaned and slapped him lazily on the chest. “Stop making sexual jokes.”
James laughed, warm and muffled. He pinched his side. “I meant for actual food.”
Regulus blushed. “Oh.”
James grinned. “But good to know what you’re thinking about.” Regulus rolled his eyes. “Remus and Sirius were still in the kitchen ten minutes ago. Burning something, possibly.”
Regulus lifted his head slightly, one eyebrow quirked. “Sounds promising.”
James grinned, his eyes flickered. “Should we go check if they’ve managed to kill each other yet?”
Regulus nodded. He rolled to his side and propped up slightly on one elbow. He sat halfway up and looked at him thoughtfully. James leaned up to meet him, and their lips met again. Slow this time, like they had time to waste.
When they pulled apart, Regulus smiled against his lips and whispered, “We should do that more often.”
“What, cuddling?” James teased. “Kissing?”
The corner of his mouth twitched. “Cuddling and kissing after fucking.”
James smirked. “If you still want me around.”
“I might.” He tilted his head. “If you stop teasing me.”
James gave him a wolfish grin. “Absolutely not.”
Regulus narrowed his eyes. He lifted his head and looked at him dominantly. “Be a good toy for me and shut your mouth.”
James’ face came closer. He brushed his lips against Regulus’, not quite kissing him. “You could sit on it.”
Regulus silenced him with a kiss, hard and claiming, his fingers tangled into the curls at the back of James’ head. He bit into James’ lip and made him groan. He let his wander over his bare chest. When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless and grinning.
James sat up and reached for his glasses on the nightstand. “Come on. Let’s see if the kitchen is still intact.”
Regulus nodded. “I’m just going to grab a pair of pants,” he said. “And you should put something on as well.”
James put on a hoodie, as he said. Then they padded out into the hallway quietly, James keeping a possessive hand Regulus’ back as they first went into Regulus’ room, letting him dress properly. Then they stepped right into the kitchen.
It was a chaos.
Remus leaned at the counter, a joint cigarette between his lips, currently inhaling the smoke. Sirius was holding a blood-stained paper towel to his finger, scowling down at it like it had personally betrayed him.
Regulus’ eyes widened slightly. “What the hell happened in here?”
“Cooking,” Sirius grumbled.
“Sabotage,” Remus muttered in the same breath, letting the smoke escape between his lips and casting a meaningful glare at Sirius.
James chuckled and looked at Regulus, who returned his gaze with a half-shrug, half-smirk.
“So,” James finally said, “are we going to eat some real food or do I have to eat Regulus?”
Remus raised his head briefly, and took a look at James’ hoodie that Regulus wore. His eyes flickered between the two of them. His gaze paused in a subtle, quiet motion, and then he shifted away without a word, placing his gaze on Sirius. He hadn’t said anything. But Regulus felt it deep in his chest.
He knew.
“I’m going to cook pasta in a minute,” Sirius announced, completely ignoring the fact that James considered cannibalism. Well, he had eaten Regulus out already, but he didn’t really have any nutritional value.
“No, you’re not,” Remus said. “We’re going to—”
“Oh, not that again,” Sirius interrupted.
And just like that, they were fighting again.
Regulus turned around to James. “That’s so not funny,” he said annoyed. “I’m starving, and the kitchen is a mess.”
James leaned in toward Regulus, lowering his voice. “Did I exhaust you so much?”
Regulus crossed his arms in front of his chest and narrowed his eyes, his lips pressed together in a small line. A silent, “Don’t test me.”
“Okay, okay.” James chuckled. “What do you think of grabbing something to eat somewhere else?”
Regulus raised his chin. “Are you inviting me?”
James smirked. “Yes. I’ll take you out.” He was already at the door, plucking the flat and car keys from the hook by the door and held them up like a prize. He winked at him and opened the door. “After you.”
They went into the hallway and closed the door behind them, leaving the other two men fighting behind. James was already walking towards the staircase, but Regulus held his arm to stop him. He looked down at him questioningly.
“It’s a date,” Regulus said, stepping closer.
James tilted his head. The corner of his mouth twitched. “If you want it to be.”
Regulus looked at him for a long moment. Then he reached up for his hoodie’s collar, pulled him down, and pulled him into a short but possessive kiss. His mouth lingered just long enough to make James sigh against him before he pulled back.
He licked over James’ lips, then leaned back. He looked up at him. “I want.”
James, with shiny lips, grinned like an idiot. “Well then,” he said, wrapping an arm around his waist, “it’s a date.”