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James has had a long day at work. The type of day that seems to drag on forever, when you’re working on a project for five consecutive hours only to look at the clock and find that it’s not even lunchtime yet. He’s had angry clients screaming at him, he’s had annoying coworkers gossiping about him behind his back (fuck Betty from accounting) and, as a cherry on top of the rotten cake, when he’d gotten into his car to drive home he’d found that one of his headlights had gone out.
In short, James is tired.
None of that matters anymore when he walks into his living room to find Regulus sitting on the couch in nothing but a bathrobe, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination with the way it falls open to reveal the scars on his chest, jagged edges grown soft with time. Like a fucking dog that’s been Pavlov’d, James finds his mouth watering at the sight.
“Hi baby,” Regulus greets him, leaning his head back on the couch so he’s looking at James with half-lidded eyes, “look what came in the mail today.” He looks soft and happy, curls wild and messy in a way they only are when Regulus has a day off and hasn’t bothered to style them after showering.
Eyes drawn firmly to the smooth skin on display, stuck on the trail of dark hair leading to James’ favourite place in the whole entire world which is just visible, James doesn’t even register the words. He drops his bag next to the coffee table, covering the distance between them in three strides. Dropping to his knees, he smooths his hands over Regulus’ thighs, revelling in the feel of soft hair under his palms as he slides them up and under the hem of the short bathrobe to rest on the top of them. Regulus’ thighs spread automatically to accommodate him, making space for James to slot into like the missing piece of a puzzle.
Regulus laughs quietly, fondly, raking a hand through James’ hair, leaving it there to scratch at his scalp with his nails the way he knows James likes. James nuzzles into it like a dog, closing his eyes in bliss as he lets out a contented sigh. Regulus feels relaxed under his hands too, thighs soft when James gives them a squeeze. Regulus starts to withdraw his hands, but moves back when James lets out a whine in protest.
“Rough day, huh?” he murmurs, fingers going back to the scratch-scratch-circle thing they do, that movement which turns all of James’ muscles to jelly. He hums an affirmation, resting his cheek on Regulus’ knee, hands still on his thighs and just feeling. Revelling in the feel of him, the privilege of touching him, of getting him like this. Loose and relaxed.
They stay like that for a bit, the only sounds the clock ticking and the quiet sighs James lets out.
It doesn’t take long for James to grow restless again though. That’s just him, has always been that way. He can’t go more than five minutes without doing something, even if it’s just bouncing a leg or fidgeting with a loose thread on his shirt. So within minutes he finds his hands wandering, moving up and down those wonderful thighs, squeezing and stroking and working his way up to those hips. Regulus lets him, tilts his hips so he’s in a better position and spreads his legs a little more.
It's a familiar setting. After all these years, Regulus knows James better than he knows himself, and he always knows what James needs. And after a day like he’s had? There’s only one thing that makes him feel better.
James lifts his head, sitting up a little so he can press his lips to Regulus’ stomach over his bathrobe, just above where his bellybutton sits between the folds of the fabric. Slipping his hands from his thighs, James reaches up to undo the sash low around Regulus’ waist, slowly peeling the sides apart to reveal all of Regulus, and God what an exquisite sight he makes.
“Baby,” he mutters, leaning down to kiss the skin he’s just revealed, nuzzling it a little before letting his lips drift down, brushing coarse black curls, becoming thicker and thicker as he follows it down, “can I suck you off?”
Leaning back, he gently brushes his fingers over the trail of hair, almost reverent in his worship, letting his eyes rove over the place it curls towards. He’ll never stop worshipping this body, kneeling before it any chance he gets. He flicks his eyes upwards, taking in Regulus’ expression, fond but with that look in his eyes, the kind of look that gets James a bit hot under the collar.
There’s a shift in the air, a sort of gentle understanding dawning on both of them, or just on James. Maybe Regulus had known it already, had clocked it the moment James walked in the door. Had realized it’s exactly what James needs tonight, and had settled into the role then.
“Baby, please. I wanna taste you,” James nearly whines, bending back over to press his lips to the patch of skin just below Regulus’ belly, already a little light-headed at the thought of it, of his favourite taste, his favourite smell.
That hand still in his hair, Regulus stops his scratching to gently push him in the right direction. “Go on then, baby,” he says, voice steady but James knows him, knows the undertone of excitement present in those words, “you look like you need it.”
James doesn’t waste a second.
The curls beneath his fingers are a little damp when he goes to spread him, revealing his hard little cock already slick with his arousal. James’ mouth waters at the sight, heat unfurling low in his stomach at the thought that Regulus must’ve been waiting for him, thinking of him. That he’d sat here, on the couch, in nothing but his bathrobe, anticipation making him wet as he thought about James walking through that door and seeing him like this.
The moment his lips touch Regulus’ cunt, all thoughts flee from his mind. Another universal James Potter truth: he tastes Regulus and the world goes quiet, his racing thoughts come to a halt so he can fully experience and appreciate the here and the now. With a satisfied groan against Regulus’ skin he pushes his thighs further apart, spreading him even further open so he can fully go to town.
This, right here, is James’ favourite place in the world. Buried in Regulus’ cunt, surrounded by him, the world shrunk down to his taste and his smell and his sounds. He laps at the wetness collecting below his tongue like a man starved, messily collecting it, mixing with his spit, excess dribbling down his chin as he tries to swallow and lick at the same time. Eyes closed in bliss, James tries to bury even deeper, tonguing over his cock to a choir of Regulus’ groans in his ears.
Thighs come up to frame his head when he dips his tongue into that inviting wet heat, pressing into his ears. James brings his hands up to grip the outside of Regulus’ legs, welcoming the press of them, even more of Regulus surrounding him until he exists of nothing but Regulus Regulus Regulus.
“Baby,” Regulus moans upon a twist of James’ tongue around his cock, a tried and true method to drive Regulus insane, and the sound of it goes straight to James’ own groin. His cock is throbbing beneath his boxers, beneath the slacks he still has on, but it’s an afterthought, quickly forgotten when Regulus grabs his hair to drag him back down so he can fuck his tongue into Regulus’ cunt again. James goes willingly, letting himself be positioned and used by Regulus, just the way he wants him to, has encouraged him to time and time again.
James can eat Regulus out for hours, has eaten him out for hours on end before. Laid him out, feasted on him for more than two hours until he was a sobbing mess, overstimulated and weakly struggling to get away from the pressure of James’ tongue, until James’ jaw hurt and his lips were swollen and still he went on, too drunk on the taste of him, greedy for more.
He’s not sure how long he’s been at it now, the only indication of time passing is the numbing of his lips, the increased ferocity of Regulus’ breath, the twitching of his hips into James’ movements. James moans, sounds needy, doesn’t give a fuck. Grabs Regulus’ thighs and tugs them over his shoulders without stopping to catch a breath, dragging Regulus down a little so his cunt is positioned even better in front of his face. He keeps his hands on top of Regulus’ thighs to keep them in place, feels them shake beneath his fingertips.
“God, James,” Regulus moans, low and breathy and accompanied by another twitch of his hips. And nothing does it for him quite like his name spoken in that tone, by those lips. James lets go of his right thigh, fingers slipping up through the mess he’s made of Regulus to bury themselves in that tight, wet heat, tongue working around them. They sink in without resistance, Regulus welcoming them like they belong there, walls squeezing and releasing in rhythmic pulses.
James twists them, scissors them, fucks them in and out while Regulus pants beneath him, grinding down on his tongue like he’s riding it. There’s a string of curses from up above, but James doesn’t pay attention to them, too preoccupied with all of the other sensations. Regulus is absolutely gushing over his fingers, dripping down to his wrist before James laps it up like a dog, starved for any and all opportunities to taste him.
“C’mon, baby,” Regulus says, and it slurs together a bit as he shudders, “be a good boy and make me come.”
The spike of arousal that rushes through James is enough to make him rub his thighs together, searching for any stimulation as he whines into Regulus’ cunt, breathless and nearly dizzy with it. Regulus is chanting, going yes yes yes as James fucks his fingers in and out, tongue licking between them and over them and then back to Regulus’ cock. The thighs still spread over his shoulders are shaking now, clenching and unclenching and pulling James in.
It's intoxicating, the way Regulus’ body fits around him like a glove, like it was made with James in mind. He scissors his fingers, licking between them and feeling Regulus’ cock jump against his cheek. Regulus is cursing, legs drawing tight, squeezing into his shoulders, hands buried in James’ hair to keep him pressed against his cunt. He’s grinding against James’ tongue, riding it, chasing his orgasm. Using James, the thought of which makes heat coil tight in James’ stomach.
Another flick of his tongue, a crook of his fingers and Regulus is clenching down on him, panting and moaning as he comes on James’ tongue. Eagerly, James collects all of it on his tongue, swallows, collects more. Keeps licking and sucking, even when Regulus’ legs start to spasm on his shoulders, when he starts to twitch away from him. Keeps tasting him, can’t fucking get enough. His own cock is hard and painful, the friction against his boxers a gentle torture when he shifts his hips and clenches his thighs.
“James,” Regulus reprimands sharply, hands pushing his face away from Regulus’ cunt harshly. Like waking from a dream, James resurfaces. Regulus is blurry from behind his dirty glasses, which have ridden up on his face and been mushed up against Regulus. He can feel how wet his chin is, doesn’t bother wiping it. Sitting back on his heels, James patiently remains kneeled before Regulus, chest heaving with the effort.
Gently, Regulus lifts his glasses from his face, wiping them on his bathrobe carefully, polishing them with careful hands before setting them back down on James’ nose, bringing his own face into sharp focus. He looks flushed and happy, adoration in his eyes as he grabs James’ chin between his thumb and forefinger, lifting it slightly until James can just feel the strain in his neck. There’s a whine stuck in his throat, working its way upwards, but it doesn’t escape just yet.
Regulus scrutinizes him, looking for something James isn’t sure of, so he just tries to sit as still as possible, wanting to be good. There’s something lovely about this, about how Regulus is fully naked, only a bathrobe loosely folded around himself, dripping cunt on display, while James is fully dressed and on his knees for him. It’s helplessly arousing, to be sitting in a dress shirt and slacks and still feel this exposed.
There’s no one in the world he trusts as much as Regulus. He’s completely at Regulus’ mercy, and surrenders to it happily, knowing that he’s in good hands. Quite literally. Relaxing into the hand holding his chin, he leans into him a little, which makes Regulus’ lips pull up at the corners.
“Look at you,” he coos, fingers tightening and making James’ eyes flutter shut. He sounds proud, and it makes a happy shiver run down James’ spine. “What do you think? Were you a good boy?”
Nodding is difficult, but James does anyway, feeling the resistance of those fingers under his chin. They slide down, settling at the base of his throat, hooking into his tie, which has loosened slightly while he was sucking Regulus off. A sharp tug, and James has to throw his hands out to catch himself against Regulus’ knees.
“Yes,” James gasps out, pressure delicious and making his brain short-circuit. Regulus hums, fingers trailing over his cheek, dipping lazily into his mouth, pulling at his swollen lips. James closes his eyes, lets it happen. His cock throbs, sure he’s soaked through his fucking underwear by now. He feels like a fucking live wire, every touch magnified beyond belief.
“I agree,” he says, tone soft, leaning forward to press a lingering kiss to James lips. When he speaks, the words are whispered against his lips. “How about you go to the bedroom, hm? Take these clothes off and wait for me on the bed. I’ll be right up.”
He lets go of James, and James scrambles up to follow his instructions. He loves it when Regulus gets like this, loves the confidence he exudes in those moments. They don’t do it very often, but when they do… Well, James really enjoys it, lets put it like that.
Once he makes it to the bedroom, he quickly gets rid of his clothes. It takes him a few tries to unknot his tie, fingers shaking in anticipation and the tie messed up by Regulus’ tugging, and the buttons on his shirt pose another obstacle but he gets there in the end. He hooks his thumbs in his boxers but pauses before pulling them down. His brain is all scrambled, thoughts a little hazy and it makes it difficult to remember Regulus’ exact words. He debates for a few seconds before deciding to say fuck it and pull them off as well.
He crawls on the bed, settling in to wait. It’s not the most comfortable position to be in, elbows and knees, back slightly arched, but James doesn’t mind. Welcomes the uncomfortableness of it, actually, something about it rising to his head. It’s the thought that his comfort, his pleasure isn’t the main goal of today. No, Regulus is getting, taking what he wants now, and James is an eager participant.
Regulus makes him wait. James doesn’t know how long it’s been exactly, but the minutes tick by as his insides squirm and his cunt gets wetter and wetter. His mind is playing up scenarios, swinging wildly between replaying what they’ve just done and imagining what they could get up to in a minute. It’s achingly arousing, whatever he’s thinking about because it’s always good with Regulus, and he has to remind himself multiple times not to rub his thighs together, to reach out a hand and touch.
By the time Regulus makes it into the room, James is panting and squirming, mind hazy and cock hard and wet. The sound of the door opening is enough to make anticipation rise again, a fierce bolt of energy running through his stomach, straight to his cunt. It closes with a soft thud, footsteps walking over to the bed. James’ heartbeat rises with every step.
“Oh baby, you’re dripping,” Regulus tuts from up close, voice a mockery of pity. James jumps when one single finger drags through the mess between his legs, the touch almost too much after so long of nothing at all. A moan rips from his throat, and Regulus chuckles, one hand coming up to cup James’ hip and hold him in place. He holds up the finger next to James’ face, the bed dipping under his weight. It shines with James’ arousal. “Is all of this for me?” Regulus asks, voice sugary sweet and God, James is certain he gets even harder at the sound of it.
He whines, squirming beneath Regulus’ hands, rubbing his thighs together. “Yes, yes, all for you, always for you,” he says, needily pushing into Regulus, trying to get him to touch him again. He feels needy, desperate for Regulus, for his touch, his attention, his approval. It must be written all over his face but he doesn’t care, too desperate to pretend otherwise.
Another chuckle, then one hand gliding down his side, a light fleeting touch, enough to leave a trail of goosebumps on James’ skin. He’s hyperaware of the point of contact, nerves popping and sizzling under his skin as his hot and feverish flesh is soothed by the gentle cold of Regulus’ fingers. They trail over his hip, before dipping down to cup his ass.
James groans, dropping his head down and pushing back into the hand. Immediately, it’s taken away, the bed bouncing up again as Regulus takes a step back. A small no slips from between James’ lips before he can swallow it back, and Regulus makes a disappointed sound behind him. James squeezes his eyes shut, forehead against the sheets and trying desperately to breathe, to get his wits about him again. God, how is it that even after all of these years Regulus can wind him up so easily?
“Such a greedy boy,” Regulus says with that soothing tone again, and it washes over James like a hot shower. His muscles automatically relax, and Regulus’ hand settles on his lower back in silent approval. “So desperate, aren’t you?”
James isn’t sure whether it’s a rhetorical question or not, but he nods silently anyway. He feels hot, skin overheated even though the room isn’t, every point of contact a shock to his system. Regulus moves his hand down again, and, when James carefully doesn’t move, slips a thumb between his folds. There’s no real pressure to it, it’s just there, but it knocks the breath out of James’ lungs all the same. He has to press his face into the bed to prevent himself from making a sound, and the muscles in his legs strain from his efforts not to move.
The thumb moves over to his cock, just barely brushing against the sensitive bundle of nerves. James can’t help the twitch of his hips, nor the low whine which escapes his lips. Regulus chuckles, laughing at him, at how pathetic he sounds, and it only serves to make James feel hotter. It feels like the room is on fucking fire, blood rushing to his cock so quickly that James is light-headed with it. Teasingly, Regulus grips it between a thumb and forefinger to jerk it a few times, clearly delighting in the way James’ muscles clench.
“I want to fuck you,” he announces then, letting go of a panting James to lean back. James heaves in a deep breath, too out of it to complain but desperately missing Regulus’ touch, that relief to the ache between his legs. It’s a statement, not a question, but Regulus pets his hip for a second anyway, clearly giving James a moment to object if he’s not feeling it. James stays silent, and the moment passes.
There’s a rustling behind him, and then the sound of straps being tightened. James’ mouth dries up as he registers that, as he realizes what that means. Oh, he’s going to be ruined. His cunt agrees, another wave of desire running through his body like a fucking lightning bolt as his cock actually twitches.
“Turn around,” Regulus requests, and James obeys without question, rolling over so he can take a look at Regulus. He was right. Fuck, he was right. Heart pounding and thoughts completely gone, he takes in the harness Regulus has strapped into, a large pink dildo proudly erect before him. He’s running his hand over it lazily, jerking off the toy in a way that leaves James dizzy with desire. His expression is almost bored, but there’s a wicked glint in his eye as he takes in the way James lies spread out before him.
“That’s what I was trying to show you when you came in,” he drawls, and he sounds like he’s smiling but James sure as shit doesn’t see it, hypnotized by the twist in Regulus’ wrist as he strokes the cock, up and down, up and down. It’s bigger than their other toy by quite a bit, girthier and longer and James wants. Has been wanting, for so long now that he’s delirious with it. “Ordered it last week, thought it’d be a nice little surprise for you.”
“Uhu,” James dumbly says, might actually be dissociating because he doesn’t quite connect with his body right as he imagines all of the ways that will feel when it slips inside him. He raises a hand to beckon Regulus over, to make grabby hands, but Regulus arches one sceptical eyebrow and James burns in embarrassment.
“Lie down for me all pretty, baby,” Regulus commands, voice going deep, and when James does he continues, “hands above your head. That’s it, very good.” Flushing happily at the praise, James grabs the headboard with both hands. The position stretches out his back, not very comfortable either but comfortable enough. Enough to remind him that he isn’t doing it for himself.
Regulus kneels down on the bed, sheets rustling as he crawls over to James, leaning over him. His thighs, his stomach, his arms, everywhere Regulus touches feels like it’s on fire, nerves sparking and spitting. The cock brushes against James’ lower stomach, muscles jumping at the sensation. A thumb brushes over his nipple, over the scar below it, and the resulting shiver earns James another chuckle from Regulus before he finally connects their lips.
Gasping into it, James eagerly kisses him back, tongues slipping together and making James’ brain short-circuit. He arches into it, pressing against Regulus but he’s pushed down harshly by that hand on his chest, keeping him in place as Regulus abandons his lips to kiss his jaw, his neck, that spot below his ear.
Even though he hasn’t actually been touched yet, James feels like he’s on the brink of a fucking orgasm. It’s insane, the way Regulus can drive him crazy with just a few touches, with glances and words. Regulus isn’t pulling any punches either, mouth trailing down to lick at his nipples, scraping with his teeth, using his nails to scratch lightly at the other side. It’s dizzying, and James’ mind drifts even further away from his body as the sensations catch up to him.
Years of experience have taught Regulus that James has sensitive nipples. So sensitive, in fact, that he can come untouched from just nipple play. It had been a whole experiment, to test it. Conclusion: it’ll take a few hours, and a lot of encouragement, but it’s possible. It’s torturous, but possible.
And now, after eating out Regulus and then being teased for at least half an hour, James is desperate. His cock is throbbing, twitching desperately, and he’s leaking so much that his fucking thighs are wet with it, and he can feel Regulus’ cock brushing against his thigh and he can’t. He’s actually going to lose his fucking mind.
So he breaks. “Please,” he gasps out, feels the way Regulus smiles at that, a satisfied press of teeth against his skin, “I can’t, Reg. I – please touch me.”
“I am touching you,” Regulus shoots back, lifting his head to look at James. He pinches the puffy nipple between his fingers, rolling it harshly and smiling as James folds up, thighs pressing together as he makes an effort to move away from the sensation, already overstimulated. With him still holding onto the headboard there’s nowhere to go so he just whines instead.
“You know what I mean,” he desperately gets out.
“Use your words, baby.”
Right. The problem with this is that James has a certain headspace he falls into when they do this. The moment Regulus does that thing where he drops his voice, when he starts to push James around, James’ brain sort of – shuts off, in the best possible way. It takes a bit for things to process, because his brain isn’t his. Instead, he exists only of his body, of the things he feels, the things that feel good. The ways Regulus makes him feel good. It does also mean that thinking words is difficult, and saying them even more so.
So he doesn’t answer right away, and Regulus doesn’t indulge him. Instead, he keeps rolling that nipple, keeps stroking a hand up and down James’ sides in a move that prevents James from pulling a full breath into his lungs. His gaze is heavy on James’ face, eyes flitting around to take him in. James doesn’t even want to know what he looks like right now, is pretty sure he’s a mess.
“Please,” James finally finds his words, fingers clenching around the headboard, “please touch my cock.”
Regulus smiles, happy, proud , and without preamble his fingers close around James’ cock, and then he’s stroking him and fuck , fuck – it’s too much, too much too soon. James’ hips jerk up, and Regulus laughs, a clear delighted sound and he’s enjoying James’ near panic at how good it feels, other hand coming up to rub at his sopping cunt, and James can’t breathe.
“Reg,” he moans, gasps, and then, still holding onto the headboard because he’s a good boy, damn it, he tries to twist away, to get away from how overwhelming it is. Regulus lets him, moves with him, slipping a finger inside and setting a rigorous pace, finger working in the same rhythm as he’s jerking James off. “ Reg, I – fuck , please, please.”
James isn’t even really aware of the words coming out of his mouth, too out of it, mind going white and buzzing with the overload of sensation. Another finger joins the one inside of him, and then two fingers are fucking into him at a punishing pace, stretching him out and it’s good, so achingly good.
With a shock, James realizes he’s going to come. His stomach is already clenching, and he’s barrelling towards the edge with no breaks. He tries to close his legs, but Regulus is in the way, Regulus, who is still jerking him off and fingering him and he’s seeing stars.
“Reg, reg, reg, I’m coming, I’m coming,” James babbles, trying to hold it off but failing miserably. “I – can I? Please, please let me come.”
Regulus smiles at him, fond and wicked, and doesn’t stop. “Go on then, baby. Come for me.”
James does. Like a dog, he comes on command, moaning like a whore. White-hot washes over his body as his cunt clenches around Regulus’ fingers, and Regulus fucks him through it, fingers rubbing and twisting his cock and it feels amazing, mind-blowing, until it’s suddenly too much and Regulus is still going. Still twisting, still pushing his fingers in, and James desperately moves his hips away, hands coming down from the headboard instinctively to grab at Regulus’ hands and protect himself.
“Ah ah,” Regulus reprimands, slapping his hands away, “don’t make me grab the handcuffs.”
He does let up though, which leaves James panting in the suddenly quiet room, sweat drying on his skin. He feels oversensitive all over, like a live-wire. Like any touch Regulus is going to give him will be the one to permanently drive his sanity away.
A touch to his inner thigh makes him jolt, and he opens his eyes to look down at Regulus – and really, when had he closed them in the first place – to see him looking at James with such adoration in his eyes it takes his breath away.
“Up for another one?” he asks, fingers stroking higher and higher, slowly moving back over to the mess he’s made of James, “We still haven’t actually used your surprise.”
Wordlessly, James nods, and then, at Regulus’ pointed look, scrapes up the breath to say, “yeah, yes. I can – I can go on.”
“Good,” Regulus breathes, and James preens. Regulus tries to look unaffected, but his eyes are dark and his cheeks flushed. His voice is low and gravelly when he asks, “d’you want to be fucked here, baby?” He pets at James’ swollen cunt, wet and messy still, and ignores the way James hisses between his teeth at the sensation. James is nodding before Regulus can go on, sure he won’t survive it if Regulus would play with his ass too today.
In response, Regulus presses two fingers in again, sinking into James without resistance. His legs shake with the effort to stay still, to be good, cunt oversensitive after that first orgasm but mind focused on pleasing Regulus. Regulus smiles at it, bends down to drop a kiss on his inner thigh. He lingers, still lazily pushing his fingers in and out, sucking a bruise into the tender flesh and making James flush. There’s heat unfurling in his belly again, soon and sudden, pulling a wrecked noise from his throat.
“I think you need to be stretched just a little more, baby,” Regulus soothes him when James whines again, low and desperate, head filled with cotton and body sparking and overheating. Another finger joins the others, and the stretch burns in the most delicious way, making James moan again. There’s no perception of time when James gets like this, just him floating in and out of his body as Regulus fingers him, finds the spots that make James moan loudest and then mercilessly attacking them.
Regulus kisses his thigh, his lower stomach. A few times, he teasingly flicks James’ cock, ignoring the way he whimpers and tries to wiggle away in response. But he’s being good, he’s behaving, so even though it almost hurts with how good it feels he doesn’t let go of the headboard, even when Regulus attacks his sensitive nipples again.
Suddenly his cunt is empty, and Regulus is hovering over him, eyes dark and lips curled up and so hot but he looks so in love too, like he can’t believe he gets to have James. It’s a familiar feeling, and without conscious thought James surges up to kiss him. Regulus lets him, the slick slide of their lips enough to rile James up while simultaneously giving his body a much needed moment to recover.
A hand on his hip, another on his waist. Regulus’ cock nudges at the crease between his leg and his hip and fuck, he’d almost forgotten about the toy in the haze of it all. Regulus must see the way James registers it, the fact that that is about to be inside him, because he grins wickedly while stroking a hand down the cock again, a slow and sure movement.
“Ready?” he asks, positioning himself so the head of the cock is resting against James’ hole, pushing but not really. A tease, a reminder of what he can get, as long as he behaves. It’s insane, how much that affects him, the knowledge that it’s all in Regulus’ hands. He could decide to fuck him through ten more orgasms, or to deny James from having even one more, and James would just have to take it. There’s a rushing in his ears as James confirms, voice raspy but clear and eyes focussed intensely on Regulus.
He’s sweating, a drop running down his neck and coming to rest on his collarbone. Even though he tries to look unaffected, James can actually see his pulse thrumming at the artery in his neck close to the surface, a gentle erratic fluttering of the skin. He looks like a fucking vision, Regulus, all pale skin marked with love bites, wiry muscle and freckles. The scars on his chest, faded with the years but still there, a place James has kissed so many times he can feel the texture of it if he imagines it hard enough.
He’s a wet dream come to life.
Slowly but steadily, Regulus pushes into him with attentive eyes on James’ face, the hand on his hip almost subconsciously stroking the skin to soothe him. James tries to keep watching him, but he can’t, throws his head back because the feeling of his cunt yielding to the toy is too much. It’s big. He’d known it, looking at it on Regulus, but now he knows it. It feels like his cunt is stretched to the limit, wider than any toy they’ve had before.
He checks out for a bit. He doesn’t mean to, but it happens sometimes when they play like this. His mind floats away from his body for a moment and he’s nothing but his body and his pleasure. His other senses cut out, leaving only the physical sensation of a cock in his cunt, a hand on his hip, and lips on his jawline. It takes a minute, but when the buzzing in his ears subsides, he becomes aware of the praise Regulus is whispering to him, a steady string of good boy, you’re doing so good for me, my favourite slut.
James whimpers, and Regulus chuckles. It’s demeaning and fond and it makes James’ head spin. “There you are. Welcome back, baby,” he murmurs, pressing a lingering kiss to James’ neck.
And then, without further ado, he starts fucking James for real. It’s a punishing pace, pulling out and punching back in with sharp snaps of his hips, little grunts escaping with the effort. James feels the puff of them on his face from where Regulus is holding himself up above him, brain turned to mush. His grip on the headboard slackens, fingers losing their hold and limply falling to the bed next to his head as Regulus fucks him like his life depends on it, the force of it pushing a string of ah, ah, ah out of James’ mouth.
There’s a hand on his cock, skilled fingers slipping in the mess as they fumble to jerk him off, and it doesn’t even take ten seconds before James is moaning, clenching down and coming again, brain nothing but static as every muscle in his body seizes. Regulus fucks him through it, fingers still cruelly toying with James.
Distantly, James becomes aware that he’s sobbing, vision clouded with tears as he squirms beneath Regulus, held down by the weight of him. His voice sounds wrecked when he talks, begs, “Reg, reg, I – uh – I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.” He reaches down, tries to push Regulus’ hand away but Regulus sits up a little without pausing his rhythm, grabbing James’ hand with his own and linking their fingers together. James sobs, gasping sounds straight from his chest as Regulus keeps assaulting his oversensitive cock, pressing their joined hands to the bed next to James’ head. “Please,” he begs, and he sounds broken.
“You can, baby, come on. One more, for me?” Regulus pants, licking the sweat off of his neck right after, and all of the sensations muddle together into a mind-numbing pleasure-pain-pleasure, the cock pounding into him, the fingers stroking his swollen cock, the tongue on his skin, everything, nothing.
James comes again with a scream, something high and gritty in the back of his throat as his vision whites out.
When he comes to some time later, Regulus is laying soft, fluttering kisses all over his face. His cunt is empty, and his legs are still violently shaking. Actually, all of him is shaking, chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to catch his breath while Regulus murmurs sweet nothings against his tear-stained cheeks, pressing the words into his skin like they’re a secret, like they’re not meant to be spoken aloud but to be felt.
“You did so well,” Regulus whispers, thumb rubbing at the wet trails on his cheeks, “such a good boy for me.”
“Always a good boy for you,” James says, slurs, really, suddenly exhausted. Regulus huffs a laugh, fondly dropping a kiss on James’ forehead before pulling away from him and crawling off the bed.
“Yeah, you are.”
Regulus pads away, and James finds himself nearly nodding off in the minute it takes for him to come back with a wet washcloth. Gently, he cleans James off, wiping him down, chasing the cloth with kisses. James loves when Regulus gets like this, when his love becomes too difficult to contain so he smothers James in it. James, still floating in his head, accepts it happily.
When he’s done, Regulus throws the cloth in the direction of the pile of dirty laundry on the ground before laying next to James and opening his arms. James readily goes, snuggling into the space between his neck and shoulder, breathing in the smell of sweat and Regulus.
“Feel better?” Regulus murmurs, fingers stroking nonsensical patterns on James back in a soothing rhythm that makes his eyes droop. He hums noncommittally, giving up the fight and letting them close. He’s sleepy anyway, no energy left after his amazing orgasms.
Regulus jostles him, and James whines against the skin of his neck before he hears the tell-tale click of their lamp turning off, and then Regulus settles back more comfortably against the pillows, pulling James against him. He fusses with the blankets for a second before he has them tucked in, covers pulled up to their stomachs.
“Take a nap baby, we’ll talk about it later.”
Feeling safer than anywhere else in the world, with Regulus holding him and keeping him warm and cozy, James drifts off in seconds.