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“No, we’re supposed to have one room with two beds!” Remus explained to the front desk man. He had been on this discussion for a solid ten minutes by now. “We booked two rooms. One with one bed, one with two.”
“It’s not his fault Moony,” Sirius said, a hand on Remus’ arm in an attempt to calm him down. “You’re telling me there’s no other rooms we can take?”
“I’m sorry, sir, we are entirely booked,” the man at the desk grimaced, seemingly preparing himself for Remus to yell at him again.
“Okay, well I can uh share with Reg, you and James can share?” Sirius turned to Remus. If looks could kill this poor man doing his job would be dead and Remus would be in Azkaban.
James frowned, splitting up Remus and Sirius seemed weird. They had been sleeping in the same bed for years- even complaining about their sleep when they’re apart. “I don’t want to split up you two. You never sleep well separate.”
“So you want to sleep with me, Potter?” Regulus spoke up. James snapped his mouth closed, caught off guard by that wording.
Yes, for years.
“I mean- I can sleep on the couch-“
“Sorry, neither room has a couch,” the front desk man cut in, shriveling in on himself with a single glare from Remus.
“Floor! I can sleep on the floor!” James laughed.
“Suit yourself, Potter.” Regulus crossed his arms and turned to his brother. “Fine with me.”
“You’re sure, James?” Sirius pouted, absently slotting his fingers in Remus’. James nodded with an awkward smile, shoving his hands in his pockets. Sirius turned to Regulus, pointing an accusatory finger towards him. “Don’t even think about it, you little shit.”
Regulus grinned at Sirius. Before turning on his heel, grabbing the duffle bag off the ground. “I don’t know about you three but I am drained, do try to get some sleep you two. Come on Potter, let’s go sleep together!”
Sirius sighed watching him walk away. “I don’t need to remind you that's my baby brother, right?”
“I will sleep on the floor. I wouldn’t… I won’t, Sirius,” James chuckled nervously, shaking his head.
‘Really?’ Regulus’ voice rung loud in his head as James wished his two friends a goodnight. He shivered at the feeling. He looked around, thinking maybe Regulus turned around and walked back closer and that why he could hear him so clearly.
‘If you don’t hurry up, I’m locking you out.’ It rang again. Now, James often had Regulus running through his head but this felt different. This was magic. He followed Regulus up the hallway and into the elevator. They stood awkwardly as the doors closed.
“You can sleep in the bed too. I can keep my hands to myse-“
“You’re a legilimens?” James asked, unable to shake the feeling of Regulus’ voice ringing in his head.
“Walburga passed on one decent thing, yeah,” Regulus shrugged and leaned on the elevator wall. James fidgeted with his watch. “You’re so loud, James. Your head is easy to get into.”
“What does that mean?”
“Well a legilimens can’t hear everyone’s thoughts all the time, it either takes focus or for someone to have really intense thoughts. Sometimes I just hear you.” There was a pause, Reg biting the inside of his cheek. “Sometimes you’re really intense in your thoughts.”
“You don’t have a problem with that? Just knowing people so personally without them knowing?” James huffed. It honestly made him nervous that Regulus has been hearing his thoughts for years. What has he heard about himself in those thoughts?
“Stop being nervous. I know you think about me a lot. Have I ever mentioned it before? I knew. I know. You’d still be free to tell me.”
That was a concerning situation. Even more concerning that James found it so insanely hot yet so invasive. “So why make it known just now?”
Regulus grinned as the doors opened. Silently walking down the hall before reciting the password to the door. “And there was one bed,” Regulus joked.
James went immediately for the bathroom, changing into a pair of red plaid pajama pants and a white tank top, with every intention to sleep. James took a deep breath, willing himself to calm down. This was a horrible idea on his part. What was he thinking? He can’t share a bed with Sirius’ brother! Not when Regulus has been flirting up and down with him. James has respected Sirius too much to ever try anything on Regulus.
Everytime Regulus’ hair stuck to his face in rainy quidditch matches. Every heavy lidded look Regulus threw, every suggestive comment, every thought James had ever thought late in the night. He shrugged it all off because he was Sirius’ best friend.
James was struck with a mortifying realization that he wasn’t the only one that heard everything he never said or every impulse he never acted on.
‘I won’t tell him. All those years, all those rude thoughts.’
James never thought about it. Could Sirius do this too? Surely he would’ve known. He knew Sirius was highly skilled in occlumency but did he also…
‘No.’
James huffed, throwing open the door. His eyes went around the corner to Regulus laying in bed. He seems to have lost his shirt from where the blanket didn’t cover his chest. Fucking hell. “Can you not slither around in my head? It’s… it’s violating.”
“Thought you found it hot?” Regulus replied innocently.
“I- Regulus what are you trying to accomplish here?” James asked, side stepping the previous question because he was right. Someone knowing him so fully terrified him. But someone knowing him so fully and still interested in… something was beyond attractive.
“Well, Potter, I want you to come lay on this bed. Then I want to make you feel good. I want my lips around your-“
“Okay! That’s enough!” James interrupted. His resolve is only so strong. “So you want to have sex with me?”
“And you’ve wanted to have sex with me for years. I don’t see the issue.” Regulus pushed himself up to sit, the grey blanket falling further down his stomach. Regulus didn’t miss James’ eyes linger in the movement.
“I respect your brother too much to, that’s the issue!” James yelled. “He’s so protective of you and-“
“Merlin, Potter! I’m not a child. I don’t need him to protect me anymore,” He scoffed.
“He’ll always protect you,” James said, shaking his head at the lack of common knowledge.
“Protect me from what? A good shag?” James groaned at how stubborn he was being.
“You are so- ugh! Maybe he was protecting me from you?” James yelled. One man can only be so sexually repressed until he starts acting like a dick. Regulus considered this for a moment as if he’s never turned the thought over in his head. He hummed.
“Do you want to be protected?” Regulus asked. James didn’t know what to say. “If I was anyone else to Sirius and I was in this bed asking you to fuck me, would you say no?”
There was no point lying to Regulus, he probably heard James’ thoughts about him in that bed already. “No. We wouldn’t get an ounce of sleep, Regulus. But you’re Sirius’-“
“James, you can sleep on the floor if you want. Go home after this weekend to your big house and lay your head on your pillow at night, wasting yourself into your own hand over the thought of me naked two feet away from you,” Regulus shrugged, arms cleared over his chest. James blushed, what did he mean by naked. He had pants in under the blanket right?
“I sleep naked, James,” He smirked, watching as the thought processed in James’ mind.
Oh. James could feel the heat beginning to pool between his legs. “Don’t?”
“But I can’t sleep with clothes on,” Regulus pouted innocently. Based on the way his grey eyes raked down James’ body, snagging on his hips, James assumed the pants were doing nothing to hide his arousal. “Well James, it’s getting late and if you’re not going to fuck me, I do have to deal with my own hard on so… here’s your pillow.”
James caught a haphazardly thrown pillow in a daze. Surely Regulus wouldn’t while James was still in the room. He threw the pillow on the ground, the rest of his body frozen in place. Regulus laid back onto the pillows. “You can leave… or watch?”
“I should… go,” James gritted out.
“Probably,” Regulus agreed, hands slipping under the blanket.
James made no move to leave.
“I shouldn’t see you doing this.”
“And yet you’re still watching me.”
James made no move to look away.
“You’re obscene.” James could see when Regulus’ hand reached it’s destination, Regulus’ chest rising and falling more dramatically. Regulus staring in his eyes with that heavy lidded gaze James had been fantasizing about for years. The way Regulus’ lips parted with a small sigh. All of it went straight to James’ dick.
The grey blanket waved up and down as Regulus’ hand moved underneath it. James was frozen in his spot, entranced by Regulus. He looked so pretty like this. James could vividly imagine kissing every inch of skin, starting at his lips and down his jaw, across his neck and the dip of his shoulders. He wanted regulus between hits teeth travelling lower and lower past the blanket.
“I'm the obscene one? Those are some rude thoughts, Jamie. Sit,” he ordered. James slowly stepped over to the chair by the foot of the bed, reluctantly sinking into the cushion. Regulus pulled the blanket down a little further, a faint line of black hair peeking out from under his belly button. James rested his hands in his lap, mindlessly palming his dick through his pants.
‘James,’ Regulus’ moan rang through his head. He was not going to survive the weekend at this rate.
“Faster,” James mumbled. Regulus looked at him mischievously for a moment before the blanket started rolling faster, the mattress quietly creaking as his hips rolled. Regulus quietly moaned, such a pretty sound for such a pretty sight.
Regulus’ breaths grew heavier, spurring James to speak again. “Faster.”
“Are you touching yourself, James?” He asked breathlessly as his head pushed back into the pillow, hand still pumping as fast as James demanded. James snapped out of the trance he was in, embarrassedly pulling his hands away from himself. “It’s okay. Keep going, Merlin don’t stop.”
“Stop.”
“James, I’m about to-“
“Hands off.”
“But-“
“I said hands off,” James sprung off the chair, quickly pulling Regulus’ wrists above his head, pinning them on the pillow. Regulus’ eyes snapped open. James was all too aware of Regulus’ hips winding under the thin blanket that separated them. “This is ridiculous. You know that I can’t,” he gritted.
“You can, you just won’t,” Regulus pushed his head off the mattress as far as the man looming over him would allow.
“You’re such a tease,” James’ grip tightened on his wrists, pushing them further into the downy pillow, secretly pleased at the moan Regulus stifled.
“I’m a tease? You’re the one imagining me bent over your bed every other night! You know it’s sad, you get off in your hands wishing it was my ass and then when you have the opportunity to fuck me youre too much of a pussy to because you’re scared of pissing off my brother! So much for that gryffindor bravery you boast about.” Regulus yelled. James let go of his wrists and backed away. If Regulus was anyone else, James would swear a flash of regret passed over his eyes.
“Get up,” James demanded.
“James, I’m nak-“
“I know. Get. Up.” James didn’t do a thing to hide his annoyance. His resolve had finally snapped. Regulus swallowed hard before swinging his legs to the side of the bed, pausing before pushing up to his feet, the blanket falling from his body. Their bodies pressed right against each other, James was sure that Regulus could feel the erection in his plaid pants. “On your knees.”
James looked him up and down. The unmarked alabaster skin, the jut is his hip bones. The precum breading on the tip of his dick begging to be allowed release. Regulus has the faintest pink blush crawling across his shoulders. Good. He can be rattled. Regulus slipped his hands down the front of James as he dropped to his knees. His cold fingers dipped under the waistband of the pajama pants James was wearing.
“I knew-“ Regulus was cut off by hands pushing his head down towards the ground. Thankfully his reflexes caught him before he ate the carpet, effectively on all fours at James’ feet. It was uncharacteristic how much James liked the vision.
James slowly sauntered over to the chair he previously sat in, sitting and slouching back in it. He watched as Regulus followed his movements from the ground curiously. Crawl. He thought, hoping Regulus could hear him. James assumed he did with the wave of amusement that washed over his features.
‘You sick fuck,’ Regulus snided in his mind. Nonetheless, he started crawling across the carpet. Slow and sultry and sinful. His eyes never left James’ as James’ eyes wandered across his body. Watching the way his waist contorted and his ass winded side to side. Was this the point of no return?
Regulus ended up sitting on his heels between James’ knees. A hand resting on his knee suggestively. James wound one hand through Regulus' hair, gathering a handful into something resembling a ponytail. Regulus got the idea, hooking his finger under the elastic waistband again, yanking until James dick sprung out.
“Holy shit… you’re bigger than I thought. Modest in your fantasies, James,” Regulus hummed, taking James into his hands giving a few experimental tugs. Regulus leaned over, watching James’ face as a bead of saliva dripped down on his dick. Regulus stroked up and down, twisting his wrist to get James’ cock coated in spit. He let his thumb run over the tip, James’ breathy moan spurring him in to do it again.
Regulus sucked small bruises up James’ thigh, starting by his knee and slowly biting his way up to the base of his cock. When his mouth got to its location, he stuck out his tongue to lick a stripe up the bottom of James’ dick, tracing the vein that ran down him intently. Regulus flattened his tongue, hitting the tip of his dick on it a few times before fully taking it in his mouth, tongue swirling around the tip. His hands dropped to the floor.
“Nu uh,” James tutted. “You’re not touching yourself, keep your hands on me.” Regulus moaned, pulling his hands back up to rest on his knees.
James’ hands re-gathered his hair, tucking a strand behind his ear and out of his eyes. Regulus looked up in his eyes, the look on James’ face was almost too much. He was evidently mad and annoyed but something beyond that too. Something soft and gentle. Something so distinctly James that Regulus could pick him out in a room with a hundred people. He could find him blindfolded, hands tied, twenty years from now. A look of so much warmth the sun envied him. James watched as Regulus swallowed his dick further in his mouth, gagging slightly as his nose touched the black hair around his dick.
“This is what you wanted?” James asked, holding Regulus’ head down a second more. Regulus moaned, still pushing back a gag at James down his throat. “This is what you’ve been such a little shit for?”
James let Regulus come up for air, an errant tear on the corner of his eye, a stupid grin on his face. James pushed his head back down and let Regulus wrap his lips around him, hollowing his cheeks before he started guiding his head up and down. Regulus moaned at the hand gripping his hair so tightly, sending vibrations up his dick. James’ hips bucked up into Regulus’ mouth.
“Regulus,” he moaned.
Regulus bobbed his head faster, swallowing around his dick. He pulled his mouth off of James with a pop, replacing it with his right hand.
James could feel the edge coming up, the point of release when the worlds still for a moment. This was no return. The moment Regulus’ mouth touched him, the second he felt the sinful skill of his tongue, this was irredeemable. Sirius would never forgive him after this. But now that his fingers are laced between black curls, grey eyes staring up at him lustfully, he couldn’t find it in himself to care what Sirius thought.
“I can be your dirty secret, James. Just between the two of us,” Regulus whispered before putting his mouth back on James, sucking the response away from him. James thrusted up into his mouth, Regulus let his jaw slack as the tip brushed the back of his throat over and over.
Regulus was a gagging mess, eyes watering, hair falling from James’ hand and into his face. If James was less pissed off, he would’ve slowed down and been gentler with him. But he was pissed and Regulus’ moans pushed him along anyways.
His hips became sloppy, breaths came faster, hands tugging on Regulus’ hair. He felt the precipice just around the corner.
‘Come for me, baby.’
James went hurtling over the edge, pulling Regulus off his dick so he could make a mess of him. Regulus closed his eyes, stuck out his tongue, and let his jaw slack. Regulus’ hand quickly pumped up and down as thick white cum spurted across his tongue. James cried out as another painted over his nose and cheek.
James' mind fizzled. All he could feel was Regulus. All he could smell was sweat and sex. It was like Regulus had shown James what the stars felt like. Quite skilled with their soft hands and warm mouths apparently.
His hips shook as Regulus pulled him through the high. Mumbling words of praise until he was through it, heaving heavy breaths.
James sat up, admiring the mess he made. Regulus never looked prettier than when he was all over his face. Regulus’ cum coated tongue darted back in his mouth with deadly eye contact. He swallowed all the salty substance, moaning as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. Regulus then took his hand off of James to lick up the drops of cum from his hand, then dropped his head down swirling his tongue around the tip of James’ dick one last time. James reached out his hand, holding Regulus’ chin between index and thumb. He swiped his thumb over the red bitten bottom lip before running over his cheek, collecting himself from the freckled skin. Once he scooped up the cum, his thumb travelled back to Regulus’ lips. “Don’t be wasteful.”
Regulus hummed, gladly taking the finger in his mouth and sucking it clean. James loosened his grip on his hair, letting it drop down to his shoulders tangled and messy. James’ thumb went back to Regulus’ chin, tilting his head up as he leaned in. If it were anyone else, James would kiss him. It may have been a bit childish to still draw that line with Regulus. Seeing as he now knows what his mouth felt like on his dick. But James still drew the line, kissing him felt too emotionally heavy. Pleasure was more physically driven than a kiss.
“Did that get it out of your system? Will you stop being a prat now that you’ve tasted me?” James asked, still close enough to feel the hot pants out of Regulus’ mouth. Regulus didn’t answer, just stared up at him like a puppy. He shoved his chin away before standing up, pulling up the pajama pants over his dick again.
He looked down to an embarrassed look on Regulus’ face, now looking anywhere but James. It only took a moment to find the source of his shame. White strings lay over Regulus’ thigh, dropping down to the carpet. He got off with James in his mouth. Completely untouched. It was fucking hot. “Clean your mess up. Then for fucks sake, put on some damn clothes.”
James walked over to the small bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and running under some warm water, wiping himself off before walking back out and tossing it to Regulus. He then made his way to the queen bed, laying down opposite to where Regulus laid earlier.
He folded an arm behind his head, watching the muscles in Regulus' back move under his skin as he cleaned himself up. Still not ripping his eyes away when Regulus stood up, walking towards the large bag he packed. He pulled out a pair of boxers. “This enough?”
James nodded, watching as he slipped them over his legs and up his hips. Regulus stumbled over to the bed, plopping down next to James. The air felt tense, silence hung heavy around their shoulders.
“I wasn’t too harsh, was I?” James asked quietly.
“I didn’t think you had an inconsiderate bone in your body, Potter. It was…hot but next time I want to be touched.”
“Next time? No. Regulus there is no next time. I just betrayed my best friend’s trust, that was it,” James huffed. Regulus didn’t respond, instead throwing the blanket over his body and cozying into it.
It wasn’t long before they both fell asleep. Not quite touching, but laying on their sides facing each other peacefully.
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The next morning, James woke up first. The first thing he noticed was warmth. The second was black hair sprawled along his arm. James turned over to reach his glasses in the nightstand. He fumbled with them before the world came into view.
Tucked against his chest laid Regulus Black. Asleep he looked peaceful. No air of condescension, no sharp comments.
It took a few moments to knock off the sleep before realizing not only was Regulus pressed up against his chest, his hips were also pressed up against his lap. James’ hands wandered to grip his hips before his mind could catch up to stop him. Regulus, still asleep, rolled his hips at the touch, grinding into James’ lap.
James huffed out a breath, hand groping a little tighter. His hand stilled as Regulus’ arms unfolded from his chest, coming up to rub his face as his back arched in a stretch. James thought affectionately that he looked like a cat waking up.
“Someone’s excited,” he lazily grabbed hold of James’ wrist, keeping his hand on his hip before pushing his hips back into James. James only just realized how hard he was, sucking air through his teeth. Regulus continued winding his hips as he pulled James’ hand forwards down his body. “What happened to ‘no next time’?”
James’ fingers grazed the edge of the waistband before pulling his hand back and wiggling free from the bed. He silently walked over to the small bathroom, closing the door behind him and ran the shower.
He got undressed in front of the mirror, turning to examine if there was any proof of last night on his body. He noticed the dark purple spots along the inside of this thigh. Other than that he came away unmarked. Those were easy enough to hide.
He stepped in the shower, sighing as the hot water hit his skin. He went about a regular shower trying to will his dick to go down. He focused on the steady flow of hot water for longer than he should have. Lathered shampoo longer the necessary, rinsed thoroughly. His attempts only made harder when he felt Regulus on the outskirts of his mind, now being able to pick it up a little when he was listening in.
He took a good fifteen minutes trying to calm his body down, a truly difficult task when his mind was stuck on Regulus’ mouth. His ass, his eyes, his shoulders, his lips, his moans, his hair. Merlin, his hair.
James wanted to tangle his fingers through his hair again, pull those pretty little sounds out of his mouth.
‘You’re making me blush, James. Go on, get off. It’s not like I need to shower too,’ Regulus said sarcastically. James’ mind ran with it. A vivid image of water beating down along his back, down the v of his hip bone, clumping his lashes together and pooling on his lips. His mind wandered to having Regulus in front of him right now, pushing him against the shower wall, making a mess to be washed down the drain.
There was a small knock at the door. “Can I come in?”
Yes. He thought, feeling the now familiar sensation of Regulus in the folds of his brain.
“With your mouth, James.”
“Yes,” he sighed. The door slowly opened and Regulus walked through, an obvious tent in his boxers.
“I’d say we need to work on your occlumency but I like hearing what you’d do to me,” Regulus said standing at the shower door, seemingly waiting for permission to join James.
“Come here, Regulus,” James beckoned.
Regulus wasted no time, dropping his boxers quickly before stepping in. Resting his shaking hands on James’ chest. Regulus looked up at him with a giddy grin. “Eager, are we?” James teased.
“I’ve never done this before,” Regulus replied.
“What in the shower?”
Regulus nodded.
“And you want to?”
Regulus nodded again.
James laughed, something that didn’t belong in one (or two) off shags. But he laughed like this was the most comfortable thing ever. Something fuelled by his heart and not his dick. Regulus looked him up and down with a deep exhale. James pushed him back slowly until his back pressed against the cold tile. His mouth came so close to Regulus’ he could feel the hot breath huffing out of him. They were really one short movement away from a kiss.
“You scared to kiss me, Potter?” Regulus whispered. Truthfully, yes, he was. In his head there was a definitive line between sex and kissing. Some intimacy in kisses that sex could never get close to. If he kissed Regulus he wasn’t sure he could ever stop. He opts for the next best, kissing up his jaw, down his neck, possibly getting carried away as Regulus’ moans spurred him on to do so.
James took them both in his hand, stroking them up and down while his mouth was still preoccupied on Regulus’ neck. “James,” he moaned, back arching up off the tile,
The sensation of their cocks moving together drove James mad. Regulus reached his arms up over his shoulders, digging his nails into James’ back as he bucked his hips up into his hand. “Are you going to fuck me or not, Potter?”
Regulus’ head hit the wall with a particularly loud moan as James swiped over the tip of his dick. James grinned into his neck. “You want me to fuck you?”
“You weren’t the only one left to your hands, James. I’ve wanted you inside me for so long,” Regulus whined. James pulled off his neck and grinned like he was about to eat him whole. His hand stopped pumping, instead resting on Regulus’ hoop bone like it was the most natural thing.
“Why did you wait?”
“Why did you ignore me last night?”
James scoffed, “Sirius would kill- oh. That’s why you never did anything?” Regulus nodded in response “What changed?”
“A plausible excuse. One bed with a bloke I’ve fancied for years? Yeah, fate is telling us to shag.”
“Fancied?” James gaped. His thumb absentmindedly brushed against Regulus' hip.
“I don’t recall there being this much talking in sex,” Regulus muttered, shifting around to attempt putting his chest to the wall and ass on James.
“Wait wait wait.” James pressed his hips back into the tile wall, keeping him forward and looking at him. Regulus couldn’t help the small moan it elicited. “You fancy me?”
“Sorry, I thought that was obvious when your dick was down my throat,” Regulus pouted. James grinned with his whole face. “Okay too much talking, fuck me already.”
James barked out a laugh, flipping him and bending him over till his chest pressed against the wall. James watched, entranced by the way the water beaded down his spine. His hands followed the path of the water, tracing down his back slowly.
James dropped to his knees behind him, humming as his hands slid over his ass and down the back of Regulus’ thighs. He spit over Regulus’ hole before slipping a single finger into him. Regulus hummed, rocking his hips. James smirked at the ease, immediately pushing two into him and still met with no resistance. “Regulus, what are we going to do with you?”
James looked up towards his head, grinning when he saw the pink blush creeping across his shoulders. “Wanna tell me what you were up to by yourself out there?”
“No,” Regulus gritted out. Grinding his hips back towards James trying to get some friction.
“Aw that’s not fair, I’m no legilimens. I can’t hear those pretty thoughts, love,” James teased, slowly beginning to move his fingers in and out of him. Regulus moaned louder. “Come on,” James twisted his finger up into his prostate, “I want to hear what you were doing.”
“I fingered myself open for you,” Regulus said out of breath.
“So you assumed you were getting lucky?”
“You like my hair- oh god,” James scissored his fingers, opening him up further. “You wanted your hands in my hair while you made me moan. You thought I made ‘pretty little sounds’.”
“That’s it. It’s a shame not everyone gets to hear you, Regulus,” James mumbled, more focused on what his hands were doing than his mouth. A steady pace, curling his fingers just right every once in a while.
“I was so close. Then you pictured me against the wall, making a mess to be washed down the drain. And for once, I had easy access to you,” Regulus sighed, pressing his forehead into the wall. “James, I’m ready. Please.”
James rose off his knees, grabbing Regulus' hip with one hand and stroking himself a few times with the other. He lined up his dick, pausing to look up Regulus’ back. He’d been wrong earlier, this was no return. “You’re sure?”
“Yes.”
James didn’t need anymore persuasion than that, he slid into Regulus with ease. They stood still for a moment, allowing Regulus to adjust. He took it as a sign to start moving when he winded his hips in circles. They started slow, small sighs and quiet obscenities dripping from their mouths.
“Faster,” Regulus moaned, spurring James to grab his hips and pull them back meeting his thrusts as he sped up.
The pleasure washed over them both as the hot water flowed down their bodies. James supposed water was a good metaphor for Regulus. Violent, pulling you under to drown, flooding towns to ruin. But water is life sustaining. You need the water to live. James was happy to be pulled under the surface, succumbing to the push and pull of the sea.
“Oh my God, James!” He keened. “I want to touch you.”
James pulled out of him before turning him around pushing him back onto the tile. Regulus lifted one leg, James grabbing his knee to hold it by his waist. “Can I kiss you?”
James was sure he hallucinated the small question the boy in front of him whispered.
“Can I kiss you, James?” He repeated.
“It’ll mean more than sex.”
“I know.”
“Fucking hell,” James mumbled before leaning in to kiss Regulus. For as cold as Regulus could be, his mouth was so warm. James, of course, knew this from last night’s events but now it was more evident than ever. His lips were soft, his mouth minty. It started gentle enough, far too innocent for the position they were in. Just a small exploration, like a couple of school kids finding their way around a first kiss.
They both seemed to remember their situations fairly swiftly. They weren’t kids, they were two twenty somethings that knew their way around bodies that weren’t their own. They were two twenty somethings that shouldn’t be doing what they are, but chasing pleasure further than their care to stop. Something about forbidden fruit being sweeter on your tongue than fruit you’re allowed to have.
James hooked his other hand around Regulus’ standing knee, sweeping him up in his arms, bearing the full weight of him now. Regulus gasped before grinning into the kiss. James leaned to the side, awkwardly shifting Regulus’ weight to one side while he grabbed his dick and repositioned himself again.
James swallowed the moans falling out of Regulus’ mouth as he pushed back into him. James could feel hot air against his face as Regulus exhaled through his nose. He pressed further into the wall, one of Regulus’ arms folding around his shoulder, the other gripping on the ledge where tile gives way to drywall. He pulled his hips back before snapping back into Regulus, earning sharp nails digging into the skin of his shoulder.
Regulus pulled away from the kiss, forehead falling into James’ neck as James sped up again. His legs hooked around James’ waist and squeezed him between his thighs. It felt good. Beyond that even. He felt monumental. Like James himself would be able to spend forever carving Regulus out of stone if it meant to have a reminder of this. He’d carve two copies, one for him to keep, one for him to display to the public because the fact there are people that will never be graced to lay their eyes upon Regulus Black is one of humanity’s greatest losses. Because, Merlin, he's gorgeous.
“Oh James. No statues, have me always, flesh and bone,” Regulus murmured into his skin between pants. And James knew in those few words that he’d do anything Regulus asked. Anything to have him always, flesh and bone.
James could feel the muscles in Regulus’ thighs shake around him, the muscles in his stomach spasm. A shaky hand flew up in James’ short curls, his name falling out of Regulus’ mouth like some forgotten hymn. James felt his hips grow sporadic, the familiar heat pooling in his stomach. “Reg, I’m gonna- oh fuck!”
‘Come in me, baby,’ Regulus ran through his brain. The feeling of Regulus in the folds of his brain was enough to send him toppling over the edge. He came crashing down hard, thrusting up into Regulus riding out the wave. Regulus peppered kisses over his jaw before letting his head loll back to the tile. James’ mouth followed him, biting bruises into the pale neck in front of him as the wave began to subside.
Despite the sudden weakness he felt in his legs, James slipped his dick out of Regulus’ ass and shifted his weight again so he could pick him up. Regulus wasn’t much shorter than James, but he had a sleek seeker build, much less muscle than a chaser like himself. Which means he’s much lighter, easy to throw around. James minded the edge of the shower, now careful no to drop the man in his arms as he made his way to the counter. Regulus chuckled as he was sat down on the surface, hips pulled far enough off the table that James still had free access.
James leaned back when Regulus unhooked his legs, examining the mess he made. James wanted to whine seeing himself dripping down Regulus' thigh, the ring of muscle stretched and red. It was half in his mind to eat it out of him.
“Take a picture it’ll last longer,” regulus teased, watching James so intensely he fears he’d be sliced clean through at any moment.
“I would if I could. You looked so pretty with my dick in your mouth but I think this is my favourite look, love,” James hummed.
Regulus hips wound against the counter, trying to get some friction. James grinned, tracing feather light touches from Regulus’ knee down the inside of his thigh.
“Touch me already!” Regulus whined.
“Ask nicely and I’ll consider it,” he said, tracing stars on Regulus’ hip bone.
“You like when I’m mean to you.”
“I do,” James said with such quick honesty that Regulus’ eyes opened. He stared into those grey eyes, feeling one moment away from being swallowed whole.
“Please?”
If he wasn’t already spent he would’ve come.
He obliged the request, wrapping a hand around Regulus’ dick. He pumped up and down slowly, only speeding up as Regulus bucked his hips up begging for more.
“Kiss me,” Regulus sighed. Another request James fulfilled immediately. Regulus' mouth was hot and urgent. He kissed James like he was trying to suck the very soul out of him. James reckons he’d let him. Regulus moaned as James free hand pushed the wet curls off of his forehead and behind his ear before tangling further along his scalp.
‘Don’t stop. You’ll kill me if you stop,’ regulus begged in his head. James tugged the black hair, making Regulus’ head fall back towards the roof with a pornographic moan. James wasted no time to kiss across his jaw and down on his throat.
“Oh Merlin- James-“ he bit out before James felt a hot wetness spill over his hand and the muscles in his legs quaked. Regulus back arched up as James kept putting his hands to use, up and down, up and down.
James leaned away from his body to look at his face. He lied earlier. He thought Regulus dripping with come was his favourite sight, but it wasn’t. It was a good sight, don't get him wrong, but James hasn’t seen this face before. The way a pink blush flourished over the highs of his cheekbones, the till of his nose a little rosy. The way his eyebrows knit together and his eyelashes fluttered against his freckled cheeks. The way his red kiss bitten lips fell open and his jaw slacked. The way James couldn’t only feel it but he could see the muscles ripple under his skin.
This was James' favourite look.
James could never imagine saying no to Regulus ever again if he got to see Regulus like this again. A panting mess under his hands.
James begrudgingly let go of Regulus’ dick. Regulus opened his eyes with a lopsided smile.
“Left the shower running, Potter.”
A beat of silence, James couldn’t keep a straight face. “That’s the first thing you say?”
“Do you really need the ego boost?” Regulus rolled his eyes and James’ smirk. “Yes James, you’re so unfairly good at that. Yes James, I know what kissing you meant. Yes James, you have the biggest dick I’ve ever-“
“Okay okay, I’m not going to stop you but I do get the point,” he laughed. “And we do need actual showers.”
James took a step back from the counter, letting regulus sit up with a wince. He raked his eyes over him again, gasping when he saw it. Regulus raised an eyebrow. “Oh Merlin, reg, I’m sorry I must’ve got carried away-“
“What do you mean?” Regulus turned to look in the mirror. James assumed he knew what he was talking about when he coughed in surprise. “James- you’re a fucking leech!”
As bad as he felt about it, he did quite enjoy the sight of Regulus covered in hickeys. The purple bruises already bright against the skin of his jaw, neck, and down his chest. It was something he used to hate but now that he’s the one that gave him them? He gets the appeal. A visible reminder to let everyone know.
Everyone includes Sirius. For a mortifying moment, James forgot that the man under his hands was Sirius’ little brother. “Oh Sirius is going to kill me!”
“No. Nope. I’d like to enjoy the post orgasm euphoria without my brother's name being thrown about, please,” Regulus huffed. “Go get dressed, I need to actually shower.”
James sighed and grabbed Regulus’ hand to help him off the counter. “Okay but I want to talk about this.”
“I know,” Regulus rose up on his toes to press a peck to James' lips. “Thank you.”
Regulus walked around him and slipped back in the shower. James wiped the sticky come off his hand with a towel before venturing out to the main room again. He slipped on a pair of boxers before tossing himself back in the bed.
That really just happened. It wasn’t another fantasy. He had Regulus Black in bed with him. In the shower with him. He had Regulus Black’ tongue down his throat. He had Regulus Black calling him baby.
And it wasn’t wishful thinking!
Merlin Sirius is going to have his head on a spike.
James sat there for a while staring at the roof flipping the idea of last night and this morning around in his brain. The only thing that pulled him out was a loud knock on the door. He hopped up, quickly throwing in a pair of trousers before running to check who was there. He opened the door just a crack before his best friend pushed the door open.
“Prongs! I’ve missed you dearly,” Sirius cheered. James felt guilt bubble up in his gut. Was he just supposed to act like nothing was different? How could he look Sirius in the eye knowing his little brother just rocked his world less than an hour ago?James followed after Sirius, Remus was the only one with the mind to shut the door behind them. “How was the floor?”
Oh. More guilt. “Good, yeah very… comfortable.”
Remus scanned the room and James could see his eyes catch on the bed. For someone observant like Remus, it was obvious two bodies slept the night in that bed. James inverted his eyes refusing to let Remus make accusatory eye contact. He prayed to every power that Sirius wouldn’t be as observant as his boyfriend.
He instead turned to pick out a shirt from his bag in the floor. Wrong move. James forgot about Regulus’ newfound tendency to use his nails.
“James… what happened to you? Did Regulus-“
Shit. Shit, shit, shit! “Carpet isn’t very soft!”
Totally believable! Good job, James!
Sirius has his back to where the bathroom door opened. This is how Regulus sneaks out into the room looking for clothes, a towel wrapped around his waist. It’s somewhat scary how quiet Regulus is. But Sirius is Sirius and that means he’s always going to have some fifth sense to tell him someone he loves is around. He’s had it with James and Remus for years but Regulus was always the first.
His head searched the room for Regulus even if he didn’t know what he was looking for at the moment. He found him hunched over next to the bed, rummaging through the black bag he had all of his belongings folded in. “Good morning Reggie. No need to announce your arrival you brat. How was-“
Regulus looked up to him timidly. “Regulus.”
“Sirius?”
“Are those- those are-“ Sirius’ head whipped around to stare at James with his jaw on the floor. “You mother fucker!”