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Assistant: Title: i will touch you with my mind
        Author: jaywalkers undefined 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: It has been a pattern throughout Regulus' life, choosing to ignore his brother's advice and always ending up paying the f@ck@ng consequences.It started with a tree, and a branch, and a broken arm. Then it was a friend, betrayal, and a heartbreak. And after that, his parents, a warning, and a lesson. It never stops, because Regulus never learns, and Sirius is always right.That was until James Potter. He looks as much of a mistake as all the ones that came before him, but this might actually be the time Regulus breaks the f@ck@ng cycle.
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              It has been a pattern throughout Regulus' life, choosing to ignore his brother's advice and always ending up paying the f@ck@ng consequences.It started with a tree, and a branch, and a broken arm. Then it was a friend, betrayal, and a heartbreak. And after that, his parents, a warning, and a lesson. It never stops, because Regulus never learns, and Sirius is always right.That was until James Potter. He looks as much of a mistake as all the ones that came before him, but this might actually be the time Regulus breaks the f@ck@ng cycle.
            
        

        
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      i had this silly idea for a brief smutty jeggy one-shot weeks ago, but it didn't start demanding my attention until a few days ago. mentioning it was a mistake, because all my friends are enablers, and before i could realise it, i was opening a new doc. like it always happens, it ended up getting away from me.i still can't believe i wrote this. i swear i was possessed. anyways, i hope u enjoy this filth <3 and like always, you can find me here !!
    




  





    
        
          Regulus knows, okay? He really f@ck@ng does. None of this would’ve happened if he had listened to Sirius. But it’s hard, admitting that you were wrong. It’s even harder having to agree with your insufferable older brother. It’s so hard, in fact, that he’d rather die. You see, this has been a pattern throughout Regulus’ whole life. One would think that after so many years of stepping over the same stupid stone time and time again, he would’ve learnt his lesson by now. But Regulus has never been good at listening to others, which he supposes it’s all levels of ironic, really, considering who his parents are and the power they held over him until fairly recently. The first time had been harmless enough. Or, well, maybe not completely harmless, considering Regulus had ended up with a broken arm and a cast only Sirius, Pandora and Evan had been able to sign before his mother had scolded him about it. It had been a simple Reggie, stop trying to climb that tree, you’re gonna hurt yourself. That specific memory has turned blurry with time, but Regulus still remembers with astounding clarity his brother’s warning words. That, and the fall. The sickening crack the branch made when it gave out under his weight, and the sharp pain that shot up his arm the moment he hit the ground, so strong it almost made him pass out. To Sirius’ credit, he hadn’t rejoiced in being right, or let out an ‘I f@ck@ng told you so’; instead, he had played his role as caring brother perfectly, running towards him immediately and holding him while Regulus cried his eyes out. Sirius had yelled for their parents after he had managed to calm him down a little, and then stood up for him when their first reaction had been to reprimand Regulus for being so stupid, despite the fact that Sirius had been the first one to advise him against climbing that f@ck@ng tree.Which, in retrospect, Regulus can admit was the right thing to do, considering they were both kids and Sirius had been worried sick. But to be honest, he would’ve been petty as f@ck if it had been the other way around, so he feels compelled to commend Sirius for his great sportsmanship.Regulus hadn’t known it back then, but it wasn’t going to be the last time he chose to ignore Sirius’ words and pay the f@ck@ng consequences. Least of all that it was about to become his own personal curse, like that guy who keeps pushing the boulder up the mountain even though he knows it’s gonna end up rolling back down the moment it reaches the top. There had been dozens of similar instances after that. Maybe even hundreds. Like don’t eat any more sweets or you’ll get a stomachache, and that girl you keep hanging out with is an absolute c@nt, you should cut all ties before she f@cks you over, and that shade of orange doesn’t suit you at all, stop being stubborn. Most of them had been silly. Childish. Practically inconsequential, even though they had made Regulus beyond upset at the time. Each one of them had felt like the end of the world, his world, and yet, when he looks back at them now, there’s only fondness. Of course, and like it always inevitably happens, they both had grown up. And with them, Sirius’ warnings. They weren’t exasperated reprimands made for a stubborn little brat anymore. They were proper warnings, with proper repercussions, meant to protect Regulus from far more serious stuff than an upset tummy or heartbreak. All of a sudden, it was Regulus, you can’t tell our parents you’re a boy. No, not even father. I know you think that deep down they care, but they don’t, not when it’s about this, and it won’t end well for you. I don’t want them to hurt you.And I don’t think this is what normal families are like. And I know you don’t wanna hear it, and that you’re not gonna listen, but what they feel for us? It’s not love. Not the right kind, anyway.And if you don’t put your foot down about this and you let them choose your degree for you, you’re gonna regret it forever. 
  We can’t keep living like this. I can’t f@ck@ng stand it, and I know you can’t either. Deny it all you want, but I see how f@ck@ng miserable it makes you. 

  As soon as I save enough money, I’m leaving. I mean it, Reggie. And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll come with me. 

  If you stay with them, I’ll never forgive you. 
That one had been a lie, but, well, not even Sirius can be right all the f@ck@ng time. Regardless of how good of a brother he is, he’s still an idiot. Messy. As f@ck@d up as Regulus himself is. He makes mistakes, too. Because Regulus had stayed that night, after yelling a bunch of unnecessary cruel things to Sirius, and he had stayed for years like the f@ck@ng coward his brother has always known he is. And yet, when Regulus had called him in tears at three AM, sitting on a park bench and a single suitcase resting at his side, Sirius had come to pick him without Regulus having to explain a single thing. And then he had hugged him tight, whispering that everything was okay, that they were just fine, even before he had opened his mouth to actually apologise. He had taken him in and supported him and even helped him get a job, because Regulus had dropped out of uni and he barely had any useful skills, coming from such a wealthy family as the Blacks. Sirius had even paid for his top surgery, for f@ck’s sake. As if that’s a normal birthday gift to give the @rs@hole you have for a little brother. As if Regulus hasn’t made Sirius’ life harder just by existing. Really, what a f@ck@ng idiot. Regulus hates him. Except he can’t even do that right, and his brother makes it impossible anyway, and now Regulus is putting aside almost all of the money he earns at his minimum wage job that makes him want to kill himself at least once a day just so he can buy Sirius a bl@@dy motorbike. Just because the pr@ck mentioned it was gonna be the first thing he was gonna get when he had a proper job back when they still lived with their parents, and because of Regulus, it had been hormone therapy instead. But it’s fine. It really is. Regulus will get him that ridiculous motorbike even if it’s the last thing he does. The thing is that, and after finally having listened to his brother—even if it had taken him a while and he had had to be proven wrong before he had started to consider it—Regulus had thought he had finally been freed from making the worst decisions known to mankind. His relationship with Sirius had been rocky the first few months, and they had come close to murdering each other on more than one occasion, but they’re on great terms now, all healthy and communicative and sh@t. They both have decent jobs, help with the rent and have a nice routine going on. Sirius cooks, Regulus washes the dishes, and they split the grocery shopping bill. They even have social lives, which isn’t surprising coming from Sirius, but for Regulus? Well, it’s a big f@ck@ng deal. Not only is he socially inept on a good day, and absolutely impossible to deal with on a bad one, but he also despises people as a concept. So the fact that he has friends and he’s managed to keep them for years is an achievement. Sirius would say he barely had to do anything, considering he simply reconnected with the people he used to hang out with during high school—the twins and Barty—but honestly being the first one to reach out had been hard enough. He had literally put it off for months, content with stalking them on social media and placing bets with Sirius on whether Barty and Evan were dating or simply very close friends. (They’re indeed dating. Have been for years. It had cost Regulus thirty quid. He’s still mad at them for it).But it turns out that being happier and becoming a near-functioning member of society doesn’t mean you stop being a stubborn little b@tch. Again, and like it’s been happening since he can remember, Regulus has learnt this the hard way.Sirius’ warnings are back at being mostly harmless, but unfortunately, they’re still really f@ck@ng annoying, and since Regulus can’t think of anything more painful than having to admit his brother has a point, he keeps climbing that f@ck@ng tree. And because Sirius always knows better when it comes to him, that bl@@dy branch always breaks. Regulus always hopes, tells himself this time will be different, but it never is. Sometimes it holds for longer, sometimes it remains stable enough that Regulus almost forgets about how high he’s standing, but in the end, the fall inevitably comes. He’s gotten used to it at this point. Sirius even jokes about it, letting Regulus complain and blame him for not trying to stop him before it was too late, even though he did, because Sirius always does. And Regulus… Regulus keeps making himself miserable, but it’s not the end of the world anymore, because Sirius is there no matter what, quick to come to his rescue. Even when he says he won’t. Until now, that is. Regulus is unable to find another explanation to the current situation he’s in, other than Sirius finally giving up on him just so he can have a laugh at his expense. And listen, it’s not like he doesn’t deserve it, but his brother didn’t have to go so far if he simply wanted to teach Regulus a lesson. Because this? This might just kill him.“Regulus Black,” James Potter says with a charming smile, perfect little dimples appearing in his cheeks with the gesture. He’s leaning out the window of the driver’s seat of a bright red car, and Regulus doesn’t need to know anything about cars to know that one costs more than a year’s rent. “I was starting to believe Sirius had made you up.”He shifts slightly in place, feeling weirdly exposed, standing in the pavement in his stupid miniskirt and his tiny crop top. Which had been the intention when he had chosen that specific outfit, yes, but he’d never expected to end the night with his brother’s ridiculously attractive best mate staring at him so intensely he might as well be naked. And oh, oh no, that’s not a train of thought Regulus should be following right now. Or ever. “I gotta admit, you’re not what I imagined,” James continues, eyes sliding down slowly before they climb back up, meeting Regulus’ gaze head on. He’s glad he can blame the shiver that runs down his spine on the cold. “Sorry to disappoint,” Regulus tries to snark back, but it comes out as a croak, and he’s so very grateful it’s dark enough that James can’t probably see the red tinting his face. James’ sweet smile turns into a smirk, bordering on wolfish. “No one said anything about disappointment, love. Quite the opposite, really,” he comments, and he’s teasing, he must be, because Regulus is his best mate’s little brother and, considering the circ@mstances, incredibly pathetic, and there’s simply no way. This knowledge isn’t enough to deter the warmth from spreading all over his body, though. “You gonna come in?” James asks after a beat of silence, and Regulus blinks, before realising he’s been standing stiff as a board for at least five minutes. “Door’s unlocked, and I have the heater on. You’ll catch a cold at this rate.” Regulus lets out a trembling exhale and nods, the movement stiff, almost robotic. It takes him a few more seconds to get his legs to work, but he hopes James hasn’t noticed as he goes around the car and opens the door of the passenger seat. He hesitates despite the lovely wave of heat that welcomes him, but in the end, and tugging at the hem of his skirt and pushing the garment down as much as he can, he steps inside. James waits until Regulus has fastened the seatbelt before he starts the car, and he isn’t surprised to find out that he’s a good, responsible driver, because of course James Potter is as bl@@dy perfect as Sirius has always described him to be. Neither of them say anything for a little while, and Regulus isn’t sure if he’s grateful for the silence or about to go completely mad. Because he’s making a point of ignoring James’ presence, looking out the window and trying not to think that as first meetings go, this might be the most embarrassing one yet. But, for some reason, Regulus is hyper-aware of every little shift James does, catching every single one of them by the corner of his eye. It’s uncomfortable, and awkward, and there’s this odd tension that Regulus can’t explain that has him itching to squirm, but that’d mean drawing James’ attention to him, which is the last f@ck@ng thing he wants, and he’s sort of hoping they crash because he doesn’t think he’ll want to live after this is over, and seriously, has his flat always been this far away? Regulus swears it didn’t take him this long by bus, so maybe James should step on it and—“Wanna talk about it?” Regulus jumps, whipping his head around until he’s watching James’ side profile, which, to his annoyance, looks as good as the rest of him. He probably doesn’t have a bad angle, the @rs@hole. Not even the golden-rimmed glasses are enough to put Regulus off, despite how dorky he finds them. They suit James surprisingly well, and Regulus wants to punch him a little for it.“What?” he asks, sounding a bit defensive. “About what happened,” James clarifies, taking his eyes off the road briefly just to give Regulus an encouraging smile. It makes his heart flutter, and he’s honest-to-god less than two seconds away from opening the door and jumping. “You seemed a bit shaken when I arrived.”“That’d be because it’s f@ck@ng freezing outside,” Regulus retorts, proud to hear how stable his voice sounds. James steals another glance, but this one’s so fast that, for a moment, Regulus is convinced he must have imagined it.“There’s a jumper in the back,” James offers, fingers tapping rhythmically against the steering wheel. “You’re free to take it.” Regulus knows he shouldn’t. He does. The heater is more than enough, and he’s already abusing James’ kindness, even though it wasn’t on purpose, and he didn’t ask for it, and it was Sirius who put him in this situation against his will. He still feels a little guilty, and borrowing his clothes on top of everything else seems excessive. The fact that the mere idea of wearing James’ jumper when he’s sitting right next to him is enough to make him want to press his thighs close together only proves his point further. And yet, when he opens his mouth to reject the suggestion, nothing comes out of it, and a second later, his body is stretching towards the backseat, hands searching clumsily until his fingers touch soft fabric. The jumper is a dark maroon, and it must belong to some sports team, because it has James’ name written across its back alongside the number 27. It doesn’t surprise him in the slightest, because James does look like the jock type, and his muscles are noticeable even through his jacket, but it certainly isn’t doing Regulus’ heart any favours. He puts the jumper over his head with a casualness that astonishes even himself, and even though he doesn’t dare check, he’s pretty sure James stares a little, especially once he has it on. Regulus can almost feel the weight of James’ gaze, and it makes his skin burn. Oh, he needs to stop. He really needs to stop this before it’s too f@ck@ng late. “Thank you,” Regulus mutters softly, eyes downcast and fingers playing with the hem of the garment. It’s quite big on him, to the point it swallows him down, and long enough to cover his ridiculously tiny skirt. It makes his face heat up.“No problem,” James replies with a shrug. “It looks good on you.”Regulus bites the inside of his cheek so hard he tastes blood, but he refuses to do anything stupid, like smile at James’ stupid compliment. It’s a lie, anyway; the jumper doesn’t fit him in the slightest, collarbones peaking through the collar, and red has never been his colour. So what the f@ck is this idiot playing at, huh? If it was any other bloke, Regulus would have no doubt of what his intentions are. But this is Sirius’ perfect best mate. Older, and respectful, and probably straight. He’s here, dealing with Regulus as a favour to Sirius, and he bets his brother promised him something to get him to agree, because it’s almost four in the morning, and it’s a Wednesday, and even Sirius is done with Regulus’ b@llsh@t at this point. Whatever it is, James needs to stop. Regulus can and will f@ck up unprompted, which means that someone else has to remain level-headed, or he won’t be able to answer for his actions. “So?” James presses after another beat of silence, focused on the road ahead of them. Regulus arches an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side. “So what? I’m sure Sirius already told you everything.” “He did mention something about a sketchy party and this one pr@ck you’ve been talking to for weeks,” James admits, and Regulus crosses his arms, a little huff going past his lips. The movement sends a whiff of James’ scent—which is all over the car, really, but even stronger on his stupid jumper—straight to Regulus nose. It’s woodsy and fresh, and he can barely repress the urge to bury his face in it. “That’s pretty much it,” Regulus murmurs. “I had already noticed he was a bit of an @rs@hole, we weren’t—it was nothing serious anyway, so when he invited me to the party I thought, it sounds fun, why not.”James hums. “I’m assuming Sirius wasn’t the biggest fan of this idea?”“Oh no, he tried to dissuade me for days,” Regulus snorts, smiling a little at the memory. “It certainly didn’t help that he’s hated Rabastan ever since we started texting.”“Can’t say I blame him. I mean, just his name f@ck@ng sucks.”Regulus lets a surprised laugh at that, and James grins at him, looking so ridiculously pleased it’s kind of endearing. “He also f@ck@ng sucks,” he tells James, soft laughter slipping through his words. Regulus isn’t sure of how he feels about how easy it is to speak with James. He’s still a bit tense, but it’s not because of discomfort anymore. “I should’ve left when I saw how handsy he got the moment I walked through the door. Didn’t even greet me and he was already groping my arse.”Regulus scowls at his lap once the words have left his mouth, the events more than a little recent and making him seethe. Oh, how he wishes he had at the very least punched him. The idea had crossed his mind more than once throughout the night, but Regulus had still been under the impression that Rabastan was going to let him stay the night, so he didn’t want to risk it. Not like it had mattered much in the end. “Did he force you?” James questions, harsh and angry, and Regulus snaps his head up so fast he feels a pang at the back of his neck. James is gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles are almost white, and even though he isn’t looking at him, Regulus can see the frown twisting his features, the fury shining in his hazel eyes. His jaw is clenched and his shoulders are concerningly stiff, and Regulus’ feels one of his hands twitch with the need to reach out and touch. To comfort. “No,” Regulus denies firmly, leaving no room for doubt. James glances at him, brief and quick, but his body doesn’t relax. “I swear, James. He didn’t take advantage, or touched me against my will. He’s a pr@ck, yes, but he’d never do anything like that.” James does calm down slightly after that, but he’s still looking unhappy. “You sure? Because I can still turn around and—”“And what?” Regulus cuts him off sharply, eyes narrowing into slits. James doesn’t show any signs of catching the warning in Regulus’ tone. That, or he simply doesn’t care. “And break his f@ck@ng hands so he can’t put them on you again.”F@ck@ng hell. A needy sound crawls its way up Regulus’ throat, but he manages to stop it from coming out. Still, he has no other option but to cross his legs, fingers digging harshly against the skin of his thighs. He tries to be as subtle as possible, but James catches the movement and follows it with interested eyes, and by the time his gaze returns to the road, the corners of his mouth are twitching. Oh, Regulus despises him. He hates all that macho b@llsh@t and when guys get so aggressive, playing up the whole intimidating act. It’s an attitude that has always p@ss@d him off, and it’s been the reason of many fights between him and his brother, because Sirius tends to get overly protective when Regulus is involved. Having said that… It's incredibly attractive coming from James. The mental image is already enough to make him lightheaded, and Regulus is appalled at himself by how much all this is doing it for him. This is all Rabastan’s fault. He was an absolute f@ck@ng tw@t, and a mediocre lay, and he left Regulus feeling h@rny all night because he couldn’t even get him off properly.“I don’t need you to fight my battles for me,” Regulus snaps, glaring at him. “Or anyone, for that matter. I can hold my f@ck@ng ground just fine. And believe me, I made sure to put that arsehole in his place.”For some unfathomable reason, this makes James smile. “I’m not surprised to hear that,” he says, and Regulus blinks at him. “You’re a feisty little thing, aren’t you, love?”Heat climbs up his neck so fast it leaves Regulus dizzy, but he ignores it in favour of gritting his teeth and raising his chin, hands curling into fists in his lap. “And you’re awfully c@cky, Potter,” he hisses, whole body turning towards James’ seat. “I’d watch out if I were you. I’m not afraid to put you in your place too.”James licks his lips, and he doesn’t spare Regulus a glance as his face breaks into a teasing grin. “I’d like to see you try.”Regulus scoffs, but he has to turn his head away because his cheeks feel like they’re on f@ck@ng fire, and despite how little light there is inside the car, Regulus fears his blush is bright enough to be noticeable. What an insufferable and arrogant idiot. Regulus wants him so bad it makes him sick. But he also needs him as far away from him as possible. Seriously, how long until they’re at his flat? “Keep p@ss@ng me off and you will,” he mumbles, inching his body as far from James’ as possible. He might be pouting a little, and Regulus would rather die than let James see. James chuckles warmly, and the noise is almost enough to vanish most of Regulus’ annoyance, which, f@ck@ng unfair. “Sorry, love. I was just teasing.”“Of course you were,” Regulus grumbles, rolling his eyes. “And I really wasn’t trying to imply that you need me, or anyone, to defend you,” James continues, undeterred. “But I hate the idea of any idiot daring to touch you without your consent.” “Why?” Regulus wonders, still refusing to look at the other man and letting his temple rest against the cold glass. “You barely know me. This is the first time we’ve seen each other.”“No one deserves that sh@t,” James responds easily, and Regulus wrinkles his nose a little.“That’s it?”“What do you mean?”“That’s your only reason to care?”“I wasn’t aware that I needed more?” Regulus can almost feel the way in which James must be arching an eyebrow. “It’s not that, it’s just—I thought that you simply gave a f@ck because I’m Sirius’ brother.”“Well, I guess that has something to do with it,” James concedes, and Regulus’ lips curl into a bitter smile, because of course. Of course. “But I’ve always thought of you as your own person. Yes, your relation to Sirius is there, and it’s undeniable, but you two aren’t the same. That’s one of the reasons why I’ve been dying to meet you.”That does manage to catch Regulus’ attention enough for him to finally turn his head and look at James once again, eyes open wide. “What?” Regulus wheezes, convinced that he must have heard wrong.“Yeah,” James says, still so infuriatingly casual. “Sirius hasn’t mentioned it?”And well. Sirius has, in fact, mentioned it. More than once, even. But, you see. This is Regulus we’re talking about. The thing is, Sirius has been trying to get Regulus to meet his mates almost since he moved in with him. He speaks of them all the bl@@dy time, about Peter and how sarcastic he is, and the way he and Regulus have the same humour and a sweet tooth. About that boyfriend of his, Remus, who has somehow put up with Sirius for four years and counting, and who loves to read, just like Regulus, and appreciates silences in a way Sirius knows Regulus would love. But, more than anything, he speaks about James Potter. Because he’s lovely, and fun, and sweet, and so good, Reg. I know he sounds like the kind of person you wouldn’t stand, but there’s just something about him. You’d adore him, I’m sure. And he’d be so good with you. Obviously, and in an attempt to prolong the inevitable—i.e. his brother being right once again—he’s been making up excuses to never join Sirius when he invites him to hang out with them all. He isn’t even allowed to bring them over when Regulus is at the flat, which Sirius had agreed to without putting up a fight. It would’ve come as a surprise if Regulus didn’t already know how accommodating his brother can be when it comes to his comfort. Ugh. Sirius makes being a c@nt so much less fun. Nevertheless, he hasn’t given up on it yet. He insists that this isn’t just him wanting to introduce all his favourite people, and that his mates are also pretty excited to meet Regulus, but of course, he’s never believed that part of the story. He’s always assumed that it was another one of Sirius’ tactics to convince him, because really, why would his mates be interested in knowing his little brother? The boyfriend? Sure, he could see it, if only as a way to get Sirius’ only family’s approval. Not like he needs it; his brother has already made clear that he’s going to marry this man whether Regulus likes it or not, and considering how happy Remus makes him, he has no complaints. The others, though? Nah, fat chance. Regulus doesn’t trust a single word that goes out of Sirius’ mouth whenever the topic of meeting his mates is brought up.They always ask about you, he keeps saying, going for nonchalant and always failing miserably. Especially James. He looks like a kicked puppy every time I tell him you can’t come. Utter f@ck@ng b@llsh@t. Or that’s what he thought. Until James f@ck@ng Potter.“Once or twice,” Regulus confesses, and he tries to be aloof. Indifferent. But it sounds a little strained. A little airy. “Never took him very seriously.”James makes a confused little noise, tilting his head as his mouth twists into a pout. “Why not?” he asks.Regulus gives him an incredulous look, and even though James can’t exactly see it, he’s dramatic enough about it to be sure that he’s gotten the point across. “You’re Sirius’ friend,” Regulus explains when James continues staring ahead with a frown. “And?” James drawls, making a vague gesture with his wrist. “And you’re Sirius’ friend,” Regulus repeats, like that’s all the clarification he needs. And, well, it kinda is. It’s not his fault James is so slow. “I don’t understand why you’d be interested in me outside of my relation to him.” James looks taken aback for a few moments before he lets out a long sigh. He shakes his head a little and steals another glance at Regulus, but this time is longer than the previous ones. More intentional. Regulus gulps, doing his best to hold the man’s intense gaze before it settles back on the road. “I was, at first,” James admits reluctantly, but he goes on before Regulus’ satisfied smirk can even form. “But Sirius talks so much about you. You’ve got no idea.”Actually, Regulus does. He’s been doing it since they were kids. Half the time it’s just to complain about him, though, but Regulus will take what he can get. “I mean, not as often anymore, but back when you moved in with him? It was constant,” James continues, chuckling gently. “All bad things, I assume,” Regulus huffs, running a hand through his messy curls. “Not at all,” James responds with half a smile. “He did protest a lot, and there were a couple times in which he swore he was going to strangle you with his own hands after you had had an especially bad fight. But there’s always so much fondness in his voice every time he brings you up.”Regulus lets his head fall forward so his hair can hide the ridiculously big grin he’s sporting right now. Somehow, he’s certain that James has an idea of what kind of face he’s making, but he’s kind enough not to say anything about it, even though he’s probably itching to tease him for it. Stupid Sirius. Regulus has the disgusting need to hug him, and he likely will as soon as he’s inside the flat. Sirius is surely lounging on the sofa, watching one of those dumb reality shows he insists he hates but always ends up hooked on. He’ll pretend he just couldn’t fall asleep, or that the last episode ended in a cliffhanger, and Regulus will roll his eyes and play along, even though they both know Sirius has been waiting for him.Siblings. They’re such a f@ck@ng nightmare. “The point is,” James speaks again, and Regulus doesn’t raise his head up until he’s sure there’s no trace of his smile, “that before I could realise it, I knew so much about you that it felt like I already knew you. I didn’t, though. Not really. But I found that I really wanted to.”“Congratulations,” Regulus deadpans, ignoring the pull at his stomach. “You finally made it. I hope I’m living up to your expectations.”James laughs, loud and unrestrained, and although Regulus has never considered himself to be an especially funny person, he feels quite accomplished. “Actually, you’re very different from the Regulus I’ve been picturing in my mind. You’ve always seemed a lot younger in Sirius’ stories.”“I’m twenty-two,” Regulus hisses, a scowl already in place. “He’s always pulling that ‘baby brother’ sh@t when he’s just six years older. God, he’s such a f@ck@ng tw@t.”All of a sudden, the urge to hug his brother has been substituted for the want to punch him in the gut, and Regulus can almost feel the world regaining its rightful balance. James laughs again, but it’s a lot more quiet this time, and it doesn’t last as long. Regulus is still equally pleased. “To be honest, it’s not all on him. I suppose the way he talks about you influenced me, in a way, but I knew your age and still thought of you as kind of a kid.”Oh, lovely. Exactly what everyone wants to hear from the man whose c@ck they’ve been fantasising of sucking since the moment they laid eyes on him. “And now?” Regulus questions, glancing boredly at his nails. “Now I’ve changed my mind quite a bit,” James retorts, tongue pushing against the inside of his cheek. “Definitely not a kid, love.”Regulus bites his lip, but it isn’t enough to keep the smile at bay. He’s f@ck@ng giddy with it, and there’s no reason to be, because this doesn’t have to mean anything, really, but Regulus has been having a truly awful night, so just let him have this. “Oh?” he wonders, unable to hide the smugness covering his tone. “And what, exactly, brought this change?”James looks at him from the corner of his eye, and the shift is fleeting, barely there, but for an instant, his gaze seems to slide all over Regulus’ exposed legs before it settles on his face.“I’m afraid I can’t say,” James tells him, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “I’m not sure it’ll be well-received.” “I’m not so easily offended.”“It’s not a matter of offence, love. It’s simply not appropriate.” Regulus’ eyebrows shoot up, and he can’t help but take a very long, very obvious look around the inside of the car. “I can’t think of anything less appropriate than the situation we’re in right now,” he lies, spreading his arms and signalling the space between them. He can. He definitely can. In fact, he sort of already is. “You came to pick your best mate’s little brother up, who you hadn’t even met before, at four in the f@ck@ng morning because the guy he f@ck@d turned out to be a total pr@ck. It can hardly get worse than that.”James’ face makes something very weird when the word ‘f@ck@d’ leaves Regulus’ mouth, but it’s gone quickly, and apart from hands twitching against the steering wheel and a muscle spasming at the side of his jaw, Regulus isn’t able to catch anything else.“It can, believe me,” James sighs, one of his hands coming up to pull at that disastrous hair. Unfortunately, it’s not even that much of a flaw, because like everything else, it suits him stupidly well. “Besides, it’s not like any of this was your fault.”“You’re sweet, James, but we both know that’s not true,” Regulus scoffs with a roll of his eyes. “Sirius warned me about him from the very beginning, I just chose to ignore him. And Rabastan has always given me bad vibes, anyway.”“Then why the hell did you decide to hook up with him?” James inquires, disbelieving. Regulus shrugs. Sirius is so used to this behaviour that he never has to explain himself anymore. “He’s really fit, and he has big hands. I thought that, if nothing else, he’d be a good lay.”There it is again, that flash of something crossing James’ expression. Regulus peeks at the side of his face curiously, but whatever it was, it’s already gone. “And was he?” James asks, teasing and playful, wiggling his eyebrows like an absolute idiot. “F@ck no,” Regulus snorts with a shake of his head. “He was quite mediocre. The arsehole didn’t even make me come.”James gasps, and it’s too dramatic, too forced, but Regulus appreciates the support regardless. “Now that’s just plain rude.”“Right? And he got so p@ss@d when I mentioned it.”“What a pr@ck. I can’t believe he left you hanging like that.”“I know. And I was so h@rny, James.”“Oh, I bet you still are, love.”Regulus makes a startled, embarrassed sound, shifting in his seat. He doesn’t reply, but the lack of denial is confirmation enough. “It’s such a shame, really,” James continues, voice relaxed but sounding a lot lower. Heavier. It makes heat pool at Regulus’ stomach. “A pretty thing like you deserves to be properly taken care of.”“Yeah?” Regulus breathes out, pressing his thighs impossibly tighter. “Yeah,” James responds sweetly. “It doesn’t make any sense to me, how someone could have you, spreaded out on their bed, and not f@ck@ng worship you.”“We didn’t even make it to the bed,” Regulus confesses, feeling dizzy, almost drunk, even though he barely touched the drinks at the party. “He bent me over his desk.”“Of course he f@ck@ng did,” James hisses, knuckles turning white. “I’m sure he couldn’t wait to be inside you.”Regulus whimpers, tilting his head back and closing his eyes so hard he sees stars. He needs James to stop talking right this instant and to never shut up ever again. “Was he rough, baby?” Baby. Baby. The ‘love’ was already bad enough, but this one leaves him f@ck@ng aching, hands twitching with the urge to touch. “Yes,” Regulus pants with another nod. “Didn’t even bother much with preparation before he was lifting up my skirt.”“Was that the problem, then? Too rough?”Regulus almost lets out a laugh. “Not rough enough.” “F@ck,” James whispers, hoarse. “You like it fast and hard, baby? Not being able to stand afterwards?”“Yeah,” Regulus nods, half delirious. “Yeah.”“But he didn’t have the patience, huh? The endurance. You probably asked for harder and he just went faster.”Regulus nods, quick and desperate, fingers gripping the hem of the jumper. “He was too busy chasing his own pleasure to even think about making you feel good.”Another nod. Another whine. “Poor baby,” James coos, a little mocking, and Regulus can barely repress a groan. “I bet you’re still loose. F@ck@ng dripping.”Blood rushes to his cheeks at an alarming pace, because it’s true. He had been uncomfortably wet when James’ car had rolled right next to him, and it has only gotten worse since, with every glance, with every smile. Regulus can’t close his legs further, but it doesn’t stop him from trying. “You’re probably soaking that pretty little skirt you’re wearing,” James goes on, and Regulus doesn’t understand how he can keep driving, unbothered, when he’s spouting such filth and he has Regulus writhing in the seat next to him.“Yeah,” he concedes in a shaky exhale. “You must’ve been so uncomfortable the whole journey. So desperate.”“Yes. So much, James.”“I know, baby. You think I didn’t notice? Every time you squirmed, every time you crossed your legs, pressing them together.”“I’m sorry, I—I tried to be discreet, I really did. But—”“But you can’t, right, baby? You’re just too needy. Always wanting to be filled up.”“Please.”James hums, and although his eyes don’t stray from the road in front of him, Regulus knows he’s paying attention. His lips are curved in a mean little grin and there’s a bulge in the front of his jeans that only seems to be getting bigger by the second. Regulus is so tempted to just shove one hand between his legs, press where he needs it the most. But he isn’t sure if that’s what James wants. What he’s looking for. And Regulus doesn’t know why that matters in the first place, but it does, and he’s afraid of ruining their little game. Of disappointing James. He isn’t usually this well-behaved, regardless of how much he wants to get f@ck@d, but it’s late, and it’s been a really long night, and he’s so pent up he thinks he could come just because of James’ voice, James’ words.“Please what?” the other man questions, and any other day, the taunt would’ve annoyed Regulus, make him want to be more of a brat, but he’s too f@ck@ng gone to put up a fight.“Want you,” Regulus mumbles, the admission tumbling out of his mouth with an ease that surprises even him. “Please, James.”“Already begging?” he mocks, tapping lightly against the steering wheel. “I’m afraid you’re gonna have to be more specific than that.”Regulus groans, biting his lip so hard he fears his teeth will pierce the skin. “Your hand,” he manages to say, throat dry and tongue heavy. “What about my hand?” James arches an eyebrow, but he still offers what Regulus has asked for, the other one staying tightly clasped around the steering wheel. He grabs it immediately, greedily, fascinated by the contrast of his pale skin against the warm brown of James’. He pulls at it gently, and without much strength, allowing James to free himself if he changes his mind, if this is going too far for their game when James didn’t intend to really play. He puts James’ hand on his thigh, watching how the man’s long fingers cover his skin and make it break into goosebumps. James squeezes the moment he lets go, and it drags a needy moan out of him. “Regulus,” James grits out, and it’s as much of a question as it is a warning. He responds by opening his legs. James squeezes even harder after that, to the point Regulus is convinced he’ll leave marks in the shape of his fingers, and he really f@ck@ng hopes he does. He wants to look at them tomorrow when he wakes up, to remember the feeling of James’ touch, the way his fingers grabbed roughly at his skin. Unfortunately, James doesn’t accept his invitation right away. He’s content with drawing careful circles in the inside of Regulus’ thigh, always staying in the appropriate zone and never moving upwards. It’s driving him mad, and Regulus thinks that if this goes on for much longer, he might just start screaming. “James,” he whines after what feels like an eternity but can’t have been more than five minutes. “C’mon, please, I need—”The other man shushes him, nails digging into flesh, and Regulus keens, head tilting back. “Patience, baby,” James tells him, returning to those soft caresses that aren’t enough. “It’s too dangerous like this, and I promised your brother I’d get you home safe.”Regulus frowns, not liking that statement, or the possible implications behind it. “So you were just teasing, then?” he questions, uncaring of the harshness in his voice. “No,” James is quick to reassure him, looking him in the eye, then at his spread legs, and then back to the road. “I just meant that I can’t f@ck you while driving. It’s a miracle I haven’t crashed yet, considering that dirty mouth of yours and all the pretty noises you’ve been making.”“Oh,” Regulus breathes, and the sound comes out almost like it’s been punched out of him. James only chuckles in response, shaking his head slightly as he gives another squeeze, a lot gentler this time. They spend the rest of the journey in silence. James keeps his hand on Regulus’ thigh, his fingers moving lazily over the skin from time to time, while Regulus squirms, unable to stay still and staring at James’ handsome profile with half-lidded eyes. Despite the urgency and the discomfort because of how wet he is, he does his best to be patient. Regulus isn’t sure if it’s due to desperation, or that he’s not in the mood to fight after the night he’s had, but he behaves. He wants to please James in any way he can. It seems like they’ll never arrive, but then the car finally begins to slow down, Regulus perking up almost immediately and looking out the window to discover that yes, they’re in his street, the flat already in his line of sight. However, James doesn’t park in front of his building. Instead, he drives them to an empty alleyway right next to it, not stopping until they’re at the very end of it, the inside of the car brightened only by a solitary streetlight. At first, neither of them say anything. In fact, they don’t even move, and Regulus is almost holding his breath, staring straight ahead and painfully aware of the hand still splayed in the middle of his thigh. What if James has changed his mind? Oh, he’ll f@ck@ng die if he doesn’t get throughly shagged in the next ten minutes. He needs this. He really does. And it’s been so f@ck@ng long since he met someone who looks so much like his type as James Potter. But maybe he’s realised how insane this is, how it isn’t worth it, because if Sirius finds out, then they’re both dead—James even more so. And sure, Regulus is pretty, but not pretty enough to risk ruining such a long friendship. Not to mention, they literally just met, and Regulus made such an awful impression, and James is not even here willingly, and oh god, what if—There’s a sudden click that pulls Regulus out of his endless spiral of thoughts, and he looks down, confused, just to discover that his seat-belt has been unfastened. With a blink, he raises his hands from his lap, so that black strap can return to its original place, and when he raises his head once again, he comes face to face with James, who has twisted in his seat and is looking at him with an arched eyebrow. “Hi,” Regulus says, a little stupidly, his mind nothing but white noise. James’ lips twitch. “Hi,” he replies, and then he’s moving the hand he’s been keeping on the steering wheel and burying it on Regulus’ curls. He melts against the contact, letting out a low hum and leaning into it as his eyes flutter close. “Regulus,” James calls him softly, but with enough determination that he opens his eyes again, grey meeting hazel. “Are you sure about this?”He blinks, distracted by the fingers in his hair and scrapping at his scalp, not really sure about what James means by ‘this’. Before he can ask, or more accurately, let out the confused noise stuck in his throat, it hits him with the force of a f@ck@ng train, and then he’s nodding effusively, dragging a tiny snort out of the other man. “I’m gonna need you to use your words, baby,” James says, all that seriousness slowly vanishing and giving way to that f@ck@ng attitude that has Regulus aching between his legs. “Yes,” he whispers, quick and without hesitation, his head still moving up and down. “Yes, James. I’m sure about this. So f@ck@ng sure.”James hums, lips spreading into a hungry smirk while he tightens the grip he has on his hair. Regulus gasps. “Needy little thing,” James mutters, gaze sliding all over Regulus’ face until finally settling on his mouth. “I’m gonna ruin you.”Regulus nods again, heart stuttering in his chest, and then James is moving forward, his lips parting as he waits for a kiss that never comes. Regulus frowns, about to complain, and James must know, because his grin turns wider, bordering on cruel, and lets their noses graze each other, still not giving him what he wants. They’re practically breathing into each other’s mouths, and when Regulus feels like his patience is about to snap, James turns his head away, lips pressing against the side of his neck. The contact is enough to make him whimper, skin burning everywhere.The other man continues pressing soft kisses all over the expanse of his throat, but they don’t remain innocent for long, becoming open-mouthed, James’ tongue coming out to taste Regulus and pull more pathetic noises out of him. He sucks marks into his skin, biting so hard Regulus sees stars, arching his back and tilting his head back, making even more room for James’ lips, for James’ teeth. Regulus is pretty sure he’s trying to cover every single centimetre of skin he can get his mouth on, painting his pale flesh purple, making sure Regulus won’t be able to forget about what they’re about to do, who was the one responsible for it. Regulus is so f@ck@ng out of it, one of his arms coming up until it’s clawing at the back of James’ head, urging him closer, that it takes him a little to register that the hand on his thigh is finally moving upwards, towards the place where he needs it the most. Its advancement is slow, careful, definitely teasing, but it’s determined, and Regulus almost cries out in relief. His satisfaction, however, it’s short-lived. Because it dawns on him all of a sudden, that they didn’t really talk about this, that he didn’t get to explain, that James’ doesn’t know, and before he can think better of it, his free hand is grabbing James’ by the wrist, stopping him right when his fingers graze the hem of the jumper. The man freezes up, moving his face away from Regulus’ neck, and he whines involuntarily at the loss. James stares at him with a furrowed brow, features twisted in concern, but he stays near, doesn’t stop touching him. “You okay?” he asks kindly, eyes searching. “Did I do anything wrong?”Regulus shakes his head furiously. Please, as if James could ever. “No, no, it’s not that.”“Have you changed your mind, then?” James guesses instead, and Regulus hates how there’s no judgement in his voice, no reproach. “Because that’s completely fine, Reg. We don’t have to—”“Shut up, you f@ck@ng idiot,” he snaps, scowling at James’ confused face. “There’s no way I’m changing my mind. I think I will literally lose it if you don’t f@ck me.”James huffs and rolls his eyes, but it’s amused, and Regulus doesn’t miss the way his pupils dilate as soon as the last sentence has left his lips. Regulus takes a deep breath. This part is never easy, it doesn’t matter how many times he’s gone through it, and even though he tends to be clear and precise about it, ripping the bandaid off as fast as possible, he discovers that he can barely form the words now.“James,” he begins, and great, he’s already getting choked up like a g@dd@mn idiot. Seriously, what the hell is wrong with him? It’s just his brother’s best mate. He barely knows him, really. So what if he’s the most attractive man he’s ever seen? He’ll lose all his charm if he turns out to be a transphobic pr@ck. “I’m not, not what you—I don’t have—down there—”He can’t finish the bl@@dy sentence. Completely helpless, he lowers his gaze, points to his lap and then back up at James, hoping he gets what he means. Fortunately for him, and after a couple of painful seconds of complete silence, James’ eyes light up in recognition. Regulus is sort of expecting him to move away, let him down nicely but firmly, not because he thinks bad of James, but simply because experience has taught him to always assume the worst. But James doesn’t put a single centimetre of space between them, expression blank, and Regulus is going crazy because he can’t get a read on him.He jumps a little when James’ hand continues climbing up, up, up, Regulus’ letting go of his wrist almost automatically. His fingers slip under the hem of the jumper, under his skirt, and don’t stop until they’re grazing Regulus’ underwear. “May I?” he questions, gaze so dark it sends a chill down his spine. Regulus’ gulps, but he nods. James touches him over his briefs, and Regulus’ gasps, his hips moving on their own accord and pressing closer, looking for more friction. Surprisingly, James indulges him, choosing not to drag it out for once and caressing him more firmly, fingers dipping slightly in between his folds. A moan tumbles out of Regulus’ parted lips without warning.“It doesn’t make any difference to me, Reg,” James tells him, hand moving up and down against him. “I don’t want you any less. And it definitely doesn’t change the way I see you. You’re still the prettiest boy I’ve ever laid eyes on. So f@ck@ng gorgeous it’s unreal.”Regulus blinks rapidly, grinding his hips against James’ fingers and unable to stop the tiny smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. “Really?”“Really,” James confirms, his hand moving even higher, until it reaches the waistband of Regulus’ underwear and slips inside. “Are you, ah, are you sure?” he insists, breath turning ragged the moment he feels James’ touch over the apex of his thighs with no barrier between them, just skin against skin. “Very,” James reassures him, speaking so close to his lips that they might as well be kissing. His thumb teases at his cl@t, and Regulus whimpers, clutching at James’ jacket. “Has anyone given you trouble for it?”“Yeah, sometimes,” Regulus heaves, as James’ fingers continue to stroke him relentlessly. “Usually I just, I tell them before things escalate, make sure they’re, sh@t, they’re okay with it.” James threatens to slip inside, hand grazing his entrance, but he moves away at the last second, returning to his languid caresses, one of his fingers still working against his cl@t. “But there’ve been times they found out on their own and—it hasn’t always gotten me the best response.”“Well, it’s their f@ck@ng loss,” James declares, leaving a kiss in the corner of his mouth before he dips his head down and returning to his neck, which must be filled with marks at this point. “None of those b@st@rds deserved you anyway,” he murmurs against his skin, fingers teasing to breach his folds once again before they deviate. “And you do?” Regulus questions, and he tries to sound playful, he really does, but his focus is slipping, and all his blood has flown south. “I intend to.”James goes back to sucking at the skin of his throat, lapping at the hickeys he’s already left and pressing on them with his tongue, the sting mixing with pleasure. Regulus curses, pushing himself against James’ touch and spreading his legs wider, trying to get James to do something, to do more, to f@ck@ng finger him for once and for all. But if James’ catches what Regulus’ gestures mean, he doesn’t show it.“You’re so f@ck@ng wet, baby,” James murmurs, completely in awe, fingers sliding through his folds, over slick curls. “Dripping just for me.” He nods, delirious, and another obscene sound leaves his mouth. He needs James to get to it already, but the stimulation on his cl@t barely allows him to form any coherent thought, let alone speak it out loud, and the strokes over his c@nt aren’t helping.“James, c’mon,” Regulus manages to say, words slurring a little. “Need you—need you inside.”To his astonishment, James not only doesn’t tease him about it, but he also complies, obeying without a single protest, middle finger sliding past his entrance as he nips playfully at his collarbone. Regulus cries out, both in relief and in pleasure, and James groans, thumb rubbing against his cl@t while his finger begins to push in and out of him, the pace slow but so delightfully deep. “Look at you, taking me so well,” James whispers, leaving kisses all over his jaw. “So f@ck@ng tight around my finger.”He can’t help it, he clenches down at that, satisfied at the hiss James lets out as he continues to f@ck into him, a second finger joining the first after a few more thrusts and making him mewl, relishing in the stretch.It doesn’t really surprise him, how good James is with his hands. All that easy confidence, that arrogance, had to have something backing it up. He didn’t strike Regulus as the kind of guy who’s trying to overcompensate. James knows he’s good, and he acts like it, not needing to prove himself to anyone.  The fact that his fingers are thicker, longer than Regulus’ definitely helps too, reaching further than he could ever dream of with his own. They fill him up so well, so rough and moving perfectly against his walls, always in rhythm with the strokes over his cl@t. Regulus realises with unexpected clarity that he’s not going to last. He was never going to, not with the devilish way in which James is f@ck@ng him, but he’s spent too long toeing the line, being teased mercilessly. He can already feel his @rg@sm begin to build at the low of his stomach, making him quicken the rolls of his hips. “James,” he gasps after a particularly hard thrust. “F@ck, just—yeah, just like that,” he moans, and James does it again, and again, keeping the maddening pace, pushing inside with intention. “You’re doing so well,” the other man murmurs, pressing even nearer. This position can’t be comfortable for him, but he doesn’t seem to care. “Such a good boy, opening up for me so nicely. You look so pretty f@ck@ng yourself on my fingers.”Regulus’ eyes roll to the back of his head at the praise, lips parting in a silent scream as James doubles on his efforts. He can barely keep up with the rhythm of his thrusts, his moves turning sloppy, uncoordinated. “I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this sight for so f@ck@ng long,” James pants against his cheek, so close to his mouth that Regulus is tempted to turn his head, smash their lips together. “I should’ve ignored all of Sirius’ warnings and simply dropped by your flat, so you couldn’t keep running away.”“I didn’t—it wasn’t running away,” Regulus wheezes, face so red it feels like it’s on fire. “Do you really think I’m that much of a fool?” James wonders, and Regulus can sense his smile. He’s about to reply when James curls his fingers inside him just right, and all that ends up coming out of his throat is a sob. “Sirius kept making up excuses for you, insisting that it was bad timing and we’d get to meet you eventually, but it was so obvious that you simply didn’t want to.”Regulus shakes his head, but he’s unable to say anything to defend himself, brain completely melted because of James’ ministrations. Maybe it’s for the best. He doesn’t think he would’ve been able to lie convincingly under these circ@mstances anyway. “I decided to be patient,” James continues, punctuating each word with a thrust and coaxing hiccuping moans out of Regulus. “Figured that you couldn’t avoid me forever. But if I had known… Oh, baby, we could’ve been having so much fun.”“Who says—” Regulus begins, cutting himself off with a groan when James quickens the movements against his cl@t. “Who says I would’ve let you?”James laughs darkly as he slows down the pace of his thrusts, making Regulus whine loudly, the rolls of his hips becoming almost frenetic as he tries to get James to return to the previous rhythm. “I have my fingers inside you, Regulus, and you’re soaking me down to my wrist. Don’t try to play hard to get now.”Regulus has to bite his lower lip to stop another embarrassing sound from escaping his mouth. “We both know how much of a sl@t you are,” James goes on, nosing at his cheek before he moves towards his ear. “Walking around in that miniskirt of yours, putting on my jumper, squirming every time I so much as looked at you. You knew exactly what you were doing.”“No,” he denies in a gasp, but it probably doesn’t sound convincing with the way he clenches down on James’ fingers, his c@nt getting impossibly slicker. “You’ve been letting all these idiots f@ck you even though they have no idea of how to please you, just because you need to have someone filling you up all the bl@@dy time.”“Not—not true—”“No? Weren’t you thinking about it the moment you got in the car?”“Thinking—sh@t—thinking about what?”“About how good my c@ck would feel inside you.”Regulus moans, and he tries to shake his head again, but his brain gets confused, or maybe it simply has decided to abandon him to his own luck, because he ends up nodding as James bites down on his earlobe, tugging playfully at it. “You would’ve gotten on your knees without me having to ask,” James whispers in his ear, leaving an open-mouthed kiss behind it. Regulus shudders. “Beg me to let you have a taste.”“N-no, I—” he tries, voice a wreck, but James changes the angle and starts fingering him more roughly, deeper, his thumb toying ruthlessly with his cl@t, and he completely forgets what his next words were gonna be. “F@ck—yes, yes, yes, James, right there—”“Look me in the eye,” James murmurs, grabbing him by the chin and turning his head until their gazes meet, “and tell me you didn’t want this. That you didn’t want me. That you weren’t expecting any of it to happen.”Regulus stares at him, glassy-eyed and mouth hanging open, while he continues to meet every single one of his thrusts. He doesn’t even bother to respond; Regulus knows there’s no use, not when he’s being f@ck@d this good. It’s not like James actually needs him to say anything, to attempt to refute him. Regulus’ blissed out expression is all the answer he requires.“You can’t, right, baby?” James mocks him, his grip on his chin turning harsher. “Because you’re a desperate little sl@t and you’ve been craving it since the first moment I looked at you.”“James—” he whimpers, pulling at his jacket, trying to get him to press closer, to move faster, Regulus doesn’t even know anymore. “Please, I—”“Shh, I know, baby,” James says sweetly, stroking his jaw. “I understand. And you’re being so good for me.” Oh, he needs to stop saying that because it sends a pleasing thrill right through Regulus each time and it’s making him dizzy, turning him into a blubbering mess. Not like he hasn’t been one from the moment James touched him. “It’s okay,” the other man speaks again, grinning, but the gesture looks a lot kinder this time. “I was also a goner as soon as I saw you,” he confesses, almost like it’s a secret, and Regulus’ chest fills with warmth at the admission. “Most beautiful man I’ve ever met. I don’t know how I managed to string a single sentence together.”Regulus laughs breathlessly, the blush covering his cheeks not only due to the way James’ fingers are moving inside him anymore. “Wanted to push you against my car and f@ck you until you screamed,” James adds, his voice so sultry it feels like a caress. Regulus closes his eyes and he can feel it all over his skin. “Didn’t even care who saw us. I just needed to make you mine.” Regulus can’t do anything apart from moaning, needy and high-pitched, and clench down around James’ fingers once more, show him how much he likes his idea, how badly wishes he would’ve done just that.“Are you?” James inquires in a soft murmur, pressing tight against his cl@t, the pleasure almost unbearable. Regulus makes an incoherent noise, half in delight and half in confusion. “Mine,” the man clarifies a second later. He doesn’t even have to think about it. “Yeah,” Regulus blurts out, no hesitation. He isn’t sure if it’s just the heat of the moment, or if James would like to do this again, but he doesn’t give a f@ck. It’s true, even if only tonight. “Yeah, James. Yours. I’m yours, all yours.”James groans, low and unbridled, and all of a sudden, there are lips covering Regulus’ and a tongue in his mouth, accompanied by a third finger slipping into his c@nt.Regulus lets out a keening cry, and James swallows it down, kissing him fiercely and licking inside his mouth like a man starved. Regulus can barely keep up, too busy accommodating to the new intrusion and rolling his hips against James’ fingers, the brief sting feeling f@ck@ng heavenly. “F@ck, Reg,” James curses in his mouth, panting. “You feel so f@ck@ng good, so soft and wet around my fingers. Can’t even imagine what it’d be like on my c@ck.”The pressure on the lower part of his stomach becomes too much after that, and his @rg@sm, which has been building up steadily all this time, rushes until it’s almost at its f@ck@ng peak. Regulus doesn’t think he’s been pushed against the edge this quickly in his life, and he’s had s@x with a lot of guys. “James—James, please,” he begs, words coming out in between desperate moans, “I need—need more—I’m so close, James, can—f@ck, f@ck—can I—”“You wanna come, baby?” James asks into his open lips. “Please,” Regulus repeats, nodding a little. “Ask me nicely and I’ll let you.”“Please, James, can I—”“C’mon, baby, that’s not what I meant and you know it.”The frantic circles he’s been drawing against his cl@t with the pad of his thumb slow down, to the point the stimulation is nearly gone, and Regulus whimpers, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. “No, no, James, please, don’t stop, I need—”“I know exactly what you need, baby,” James cuts him off, pecking him gently on the lips even though he’s being so, so mean. “But I can’t give it to you if you don’t do as you’re told. Go on, ask properly.”Regulus makes a frustrated sound, and glares half-heartedly at James, who’s sporting that infuriating smirk of his. “Please, sir,” he mumbles, squirming a little. “Please, let me come.” James hums, and his finger moves against his cl@t more steadily again, Regulus crying out in relief. Still, it’s not enough. “Good,” James coos at him. “But you can do better than that.” He whines, leaning his head back in frustration. If it weren’t for the fact that he’s literally being f@ck@d and on the brink of an @rg@sm, Regulus would be absolutely furious right now. What the f@ck does James want? He’s been good, so f@ck@ng good, and he’s asking nicely, politely, begging and pleading and letting—Oh. 
  Oh. 
Regulus is clenching down even before he opens his mouth, barely ashamed about how much wetter he gets, how the mere thought, the mere word, is almost enough to push him over the edge. “Please,” he tries again, knowing it’ll be the last time. “Please, daddy. Can I please come?”James’ smile becomes feral, and he makes an animalistic sound before his fingers begin pounding into him, his thumb rubbing furiously against his cl@t, bordering on painful. “Yes, baby, of course,” James replies, strained and hoarse. “Come for me. Let me feel you come around my fingers.”Regulus does immediately, vision going white and c@nt tightening around James’ fingers. He thinks he hears the other man groan, but it sounds faint, and he’s too busy riding out the pleasure, so overwhelming it nearly makes him black out. James f@cks him through it, wetness spilling all over his fingers and his palm, thrusts becoming a little jerky as he milks every little second of Regulus’ climax. He doesn’t stop until Regulus fidgets, whining quietly at the overstimulation, and even then James flicks his cl@t one last time, fingers curling inside him and making him gasp before they slip out of him. It takes him a little to go back to himself after that. He’s light-headed, and breathless, and so f@ck@ng content he thinks he’ll burst into laughter at any given moment. Regulus doesn’t think he’s ever come as hard, or as good. James might have just ruined s@x a little for him, and the fact that he’s only fingered him makes it even worse. There’s a hand on his cheek, soft and tender, and Regulus nuzzles against its palm before he tilts his head towards the owner, who’s gazing at him with warm eyes and an affectionate smile. The sight makes his own mouth curl upwards. “Hey,” James greets him, thumb caressing his face. “You okay? Think I lost you for a moment there.”“‘m f@ck@n’ fantastic,” he mumbles in response, words slurring together as he continues to burrow against James’ palm.James snorts, and Regulus is helpless to stop the giggle that falls from his lips, so f@ck@ng giddy he might as well be high. It’s exhilarating. Regulus literally just came and he’s already craving it again, that pleasure that almost knocked him out. He can’t believe they just did that. It’s not the most most outrageous place he’s had s@x in, and he’s f@ck@d guys less than an hour after meeting them more than once. Regulus is gay, trans and traumatised, so of course he sleeps around a lot and is completely shameless about it. He couldn’t do sh@t during his teens, and he’s been set on catching up with everything he missed now that he’s free and in his twenties. It’s the fact that it was with James Potter that has him reeling a bit. Regulus can’t even blame it on drunkenness, considering he’s been sober all night, apart from the first couple of hours during Rabastan’s party, which he spent pleasantly tipsy. He isn’t sure of how he went from refusing to even meet the bloke to wearing his jumper and having his fingers up his c@nt. Regulus isn’t complaining in the slightest, but it’s a bit jarring, now that his brain is capable of coherent thought again and he can stop to actually think about it.“I’m glad,” James comments, the finger that’s been stroking his cheek sliding until it’s at his nose, touching as much skin from Regulus’ face as possible. “I was worried I had gone too far.”He closes his eyes, enjoying James’ caresses. “Told you I like it rough.”“Still. I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable, or pressure you in any way.”“James, that was probably the best @rg@sm I’ve had in my life. What are you even talking about?” “Sorry, sorry, I just wanted to make sure everything’s good and that we’re on the same page.”“We definitely are,” Regulus sighs, pleased. James’ touch is so warm, so soothing. They stay like that for a few minutes, with James drawing lazy circles in Regulus’ face as he enjoys the attention and the contact, doing his best to ignore his soaked underwear and how unpleasant it feels. But, apparently, James doesn’t understand the concept of silence, or maybe he simply isn’t very fond of it, because he’s speaking again not too long after.“Best @rg@sm of your life, huh?” It sounds cheeky, and teasing, and Regulus already knows James is smirking widely even before he opens his eyes just to squint at him.“Don’t let it go to your head. Something tells me it’s already big enough.”“Too late, love. I’d even rub it in Rabastan’s face if I could.”Regulus chuckles, staring back at James’ elated expression with a raised eyebrow. “He called me a whiny b@tch and basically kicked me out, I don’t think he’d care much.”James shrugs, uncaring, but his gaze loses a little of its softness after Regulus mentions how much of an idiot Rabastan was to him.“That’s just his bruised ego speaking,” James explains, his c@cky grin never faltering. “But I’m sure he’d be painfully jealous.”“I don’t see why,” Regulus responds, eyes widening with feigned innocence. “He f@ck@d me too.”He can feel the way James’ hand twitches against his cheek, and he watches as his eyes narrow even though his smile stays in place. Regulus has to bite his tongue to keep his mouth from curling upwards. “It’s not the same,” James states, tone still aloof, but there’s some tension underlying there, and Regulus is so entertained. “Isn’t it? I suppose the methods were different, but it was still s@x.” “Sure,” James concedes, jaw beginning to clench. “I don’t believe you can’t compare, though.”“No?” Regulus questions, frowning a little. “Do you really think you're so much better?”“I don’t think so, love, I know it.” James’ thumb moves until it’s resting on Regulus’ lower lip, pulling at it gently. “He didn’t know how to give you what you wanted, what you needed. Didn’t even bother to ask.”Regulus can’t hide the shudder that ripples through him, and James’ face turns almost predatory. “Me? I had you begging for it even before I laid a single finger on you,” he says quietly, forcing Regulus’ mouth open, who complies pathetically easily. “You spent the whole journey dripping wet just for me, baby. I didn’t even have to say anything and you were already opening your legs.”James leans forward, and Regulus is sure he’s going to kiss him, but he stops right before their lips meet, infuriating smile taunting him to break the distance himself. “And,” the other man continues in a whisper, the pad of his thumb threatening to push inside Regulus’ mouth, “I gave you the best @rg@sm of your life.”He rolls his eyes, but he’s certain that there must be pink dusting his cheeks, unable to deny it when he admitted it himself in the first place. Still, it doesn’t stop him from glaring at James, even if it’s a half-hearted attempt that does nothing to diminish James’ smirk.“Shut up and kiss me,” he grumbles, and despite James’ snigger, he does just that, pushing his tongue through Regulus’ parted lips without a second thought. It’s dirty from the very beginning, so he can’t really be blamed for the wave of heat that assaults him, making him gasp as James licks eagerly into his mouth, groaning lowly when Regulus manages to bite his lower lip, tugging at it harshly with his teeth. Regardless of being the one to start it and kissing Regulus almost like he wants to f@ck@ng devour him, James doesn’t try to escalate things, which is at equal parts sweet and incredibly frustrating. One of his hands stays in his face, and the other settles on his thigh, but apart from a little squeeze, it doesn’t move in the slightest. Regulus kisses him back with the same fervour, letting their tongues tangle together and allowing their kiss to become a mess of spit and teeth, desperation in every lick, in every suck. But James seems adamant on keeping it respectful, as if he hadn’t spent the last ten minutes fingering Regulus in his car and calling him a sl@t. Un f@ck@ng believable. Is he gonna have to do everything around here? Regulus moves away, breaking the kiss, and James lets out what sounds suspiciously close to a whimper. He tries to shorten the distance again, but Regulus doesn’t let him, putting both hands on his chest and giving a harsh push, until James is sitting properly once more, blinking at Regulus all disoriented. It’s clear he has loads of questions, but before he has the chance to ask them, or even open his mouth, really, Regulus is already tumbling forwards, jumping over the gear shift and barely missing kicking it with his knee. He curses under his breath, and he comes close to loosening his balance at least twice, because he swears the car seemed a lot bigger when he wasn’t trying to manoeuvre, but somehow, he manages to reach James’ seat without breaking his neck in the process.He straddles the other man shamelessly, humming in approval when James’ hands grip onto his waist almost as a reflex. He’s staring up at Regulus with wide eyes and mouth hanging open, like he can’t wrap his head around his presence right there, in front of him, sitting on his lap. Regulus likes that look. In fact, he likes it a little too much. It’s one thing to have James watching him with that intensity, that level of amazement, when he’s f@ck@ng him open with his fingers, whispering dirty things on his ear. And another to see him doing it when nothing’s happening, when they’re just close, intimate, enjoying each other’s company without seeking anything further. It’s too f@ck@ng dangerous. Especially for someone like Regulus, who gets possessive concerningly fast. He can’t afford it, not right now, and definitely not with James Potter. And so, he does what he does best: he ruins it. He wraps his arms around James’ neck and slides even closer, until he’s basically sitting on the bulge on his pants, which already seemed big enough when he was simply staring at it but feels so even more while directly under him. It drags a moan out of James, whose fingers dig harshly on Regulus’ hips, grasp turning desperate. “Reg, what are you—” James starts, sounding pained. “What do you think?” Regulus cuts him off, grinding down experimentally and making James tilt his head back with a groan.The other man stops his movements before Regulus can find a decent rhythm, and he huffs, a pout already on his face, while one of his hands climbs up a little and pulls at the hair in the nape of James’ neck in retaliation. It doesn’t work as intended, however, considering the quiet whine that escapes James’ mouth. “Love, you don’t have to,” he pants. “This was about you. I wanted to make you feel good, give you that @rg@sm you craved, but I wasn’t expecting anything in return.”“I want to,” Regulus retorts, cursing this man and his sweetness and the way he keeps making his heart flutter and his brain confused. James bites the inside of his cheek, squeezing his waist once again. It takes Regulus a few seconds to realise he’s giving him permission to go back to his grinding, but as soon as he does, he begins to roll his hips firmly, pleased to feel James’ c@ck twitch under his c@nt. “Are you, are you sure?” James asks in a gasp, starting to meet Regulus’ movements a bit hesitantly, like he can’t help himself but it’s trying to maintain a minimum of decency.“Yes, James,” Regulus sighs with a roll of his eyes. “I wouldn’t be grinding down on your c@ck like a f@ck@ng wh@r@ otherwise.”James lets out a wounded noise, and then he surges forward, crashing his lips against Regulus’ and kissing him deep and filthy, prying his mouth open with his tongue and exploring inside restlessly. Regulus can barely follow, but he still does his best, moaning and letting James eat up each and every one of his sounds. “You are a wh@r@,” James says into his mouth, a little teasing, a little appraising. Regulus smiles wide, showing teeth, and sneaks a hand, the one that isn’t buried in James’ hair, between their bodies until he’s gripping James’ c@ck through his trousers, delighted by the whine it coaxes out of him, the way he thrusts into his touch. “Then f@ck me like one, Daddy,” Regulus whispers.That does it. James stops wasting time, and they become a mess of limbs and clothes and kisses, because despite spending almost the whole time he fingered Regulus not even putting his lips anywhere close to his mouth, he seems unable to stop now that he’s tried it. Regulus unbuckles James’ belt and unbuttons his trousers, tugging at them impatiently until James lifts his hips with a chuckle and helps him get them down to the middle of his thighs, alongside his boxers. Regulus feels himself salivate the moment his c@ck springs free, because it’s even bigger than he expected, and thick, and leaking from the tip, and he can’t f@ck@ng wait to have it inside him. Unfortunately, he doesn’t get the chance to ogle it for too long, because then James is slipping his hands under the jumper and searching for the zip of his miniskirt. He grins when he finds it, pulling it down so fast Regulus fears it’ll tear. Taking his skirt off turns out to be a bit more complicated, considering Regulus refuses to leave James’ lap even for only an instant. But in the end, they manage without either of them ending up injured, although it’s a near thing, with James’ elbow almost hitting Regulus in the face, and his knee coming too close to James’ stomach. His briefs go next, and Regulus can’t repress the relieved sigh at being finally out of them. When he goes to pull the jumper off, however, James stops him, hands covering his gently but firmly, halting his movements.“Leave it on,” James murmurs, guiding Regulus’ hands away from the garment and back to his shoulders.Regulus frowns slightly, but then he remembers the ‘Potter’ written across his back and he huffs out a laugh, arching an eyebrow at the other man.“Possessive bastard,” he tells him, his smile making the words sound like anything but an insult. “You like it,” James retorts, one of his hands grabbing his waist once more while the other continues lower, until it finds Regulus’ arse and slaps it playfully.“Maybe,” Regulus concedes, dropping his knees on each of James’ sides so he can grind down on his c@ck more comfortably. They both moan at the feeling; it’s so f@ck@ng intense now that there’s no clothes between them. “Where’s the jumper even from?”“I used to play rugby when I was at uni,” James explains, thrusting up with ease, the slide incredibly smooth because of how wet they both are. “Still do sometimes, but now it’s just for fun. I kept the jumper for—f@ck, baby—sentimental reasons.”Regulus needs to see that. He doesn’t like sports, and he has never been the athletic type, unless ballet counts, and he can barely stand being in the flat with his brother when there’s a football match, because he becomes absolutely unbearable. But James playing rugby? All sweaty and red? Wearing one of those ridiculously tight shirts? The f@ck@ng shorts? He might have to make an exception. “And yet you lent it to me?” Regulus questions, leaning forward until their lips graze each other. “Needed to see you wearing my clothes,” James admits, stealing a couple of kisses in between. “And your skirt was driving me insane. I knew my jumper would cover it.”Regulus whimpers when the head of James’ c@ck catches at his entrance, and James’ makes a gutted noise, nipping at his jaw. “Here I was, thinking you were being a gentleman. You really, ah, had me fooled.”“Sorry, baby, but you make it incredibly hard to behave. Besides, I knew you weren’t actually cold. Just needy.”“Still sort of am, considering you aren’t f@ck@ng me yet.”“Such a greedy boy,” James groans, but it sounds like a compliment. “My fingers weren’t enough for you, huh?”He shakes his head, raising his hips when he notices James grip his c@ck at the base, trying to align it with Regulus’ c@nt. “No,” he heaves, licking at James’ lips. “They were, hmm, lovely, truly, but I want—more. So much more. All of you, Daddy, need to feel you inside.”James growls into his panting mouth, and then he finally pushes his c@ck past Regulus’ entrance, going tortuously slow, but going nonetheless. He has barely gotten the head in and it’s enough to drag a loud moan out of Regulus, delighted at the stretch. It encourages him to press down, in an attempt to rush James and seek more of that pressure. The other man hisses, squeezing his waist in warning. “Take it easy,” he advises, brow furrowed in concentration. “I don’t wanna hurt you.”Regulus responds by snapping his hips down, slipping all of James in one swift thrust that has him seeing stars momentarily, a noise that doesn’t even sound human crawling out of his throat.James curses viciously, and he grips Regulus so hard it hurts, fingers surely leaving splotches of purple in their wake. The heat coiling at the low of Regulus’ abdomen becomes unbearable at the thought, and his mind is struggling, between the c@ck filling his c@nt up so nicely, to the point Regulus feels he’s going to be split into two, and the possibility of James’ leaving marks everywhere, especially in places where only Regulus can see them. “F@ck@ng hell, Reg,” James snarls, but it’s too strained to have any actual impact. “I told you to take it easy.”“And I told you I like it rough,” Regulus answers petulantly, no real heat in his voice because he’s f@ck@ng dizzy. “It’s fine if you hurt me, James, that’s like, the whole point.”The older man moans, head falling forward until it rests in the centre of Regulus’ chest. “You’re going to be the death of me.”“Likewise,” Regulus giggles, shifting a little, and the drag of James’ c@ck inside him is delightful. “Now move.”“So demanding,” James huffs, incredibly fond, but he does as he’s told, planting his feet more firmly in the floor of his car while he holds onto Regulus’ hips, pulling out of him until only the tip remains before slamming right back in.Regulus screams. His eyes fill with tears and his nails dig into the muscles at James’ back and his mouth searches for another and his mind is completely empty all of a sudden. Nothing matters but James, and his c@ck, and the way he’s f@ck@ng into him, merciless and relentless, chasing his own pleasure and using Regulus in whatever way he wants. The pace is brutal, and James doesn’t hold back, groaning lowly in Regulus’ mouth as they kiss, or try to, because there’s no way that what they’re doing can be called that, tongues intertwined and lips parted too wide. Regulus does his best to meet each of James’ thrusts, but it’s almost impossible, especially from his position. It’s okay, though. James seems content enough with doing all the job, and Regulus has always found it very charming, when guys make him feel good but don’t expect him to put in the effort. “I’m not—sh@t—not gonna last,” James confesses, eyes fluttering close after a particularly hard thrust. “You’re so f@ck@ng tight, baby. Feel so perfect around my c@ck.”“Daddy,” Regulus moans in response, high, and needy, and so f@ck@ng gone. He wants to stay like this forever, sitting on James’ d@ck, keeping him warm, and close, and inside. Their bodies joined, always together.“Can’t believe I get to have you like this,” James pants, kissing and licking down his jaw, until he reaches his fluttering pulse and sucks. “On my lap, wearing nothing but my jumper. Bouncing on my c@ck like you were f@ck@ng made for it.”Regulus nods, hardly registering his words but sensing the heat they create in their wake, how they burn. “Oh, you’re f@ck@ng insatiable, aren’t you, baby? Fingered you until you came so hard you almost blacked out and yet you still want more.”“Yes, yes,” Regulus babbles, hands clawing at James’ jacket until he takes it off with a grunt, and then sliding under his shirt, stroking warm brown skin feverishly. “More, so much—more. Harder, Daddy, I need it—f@ck, yeah, just like that—f@ck—”James f@cks into him with careless abandon, rough and deep and never letting Regulus catch his breath for a f@ck@ng second. The sound their skins make every time James brings his hips down is obscene, and Regulus is so grateful it’s late and dark out, because they’re not being quiet in the slightest, and anyone would be able to tell what’s happening inside James’ car if they got close enough. Not like he’d mind if someone saw them. He’s still high on that first @rg@sm, and the second is already building steadily at the lower of his stomach; Regulus is beyond caring at this point, and nothing is more important than the drag of James’ c@ck inside him, his hands gripping his waist, his teeth sinking in the flesh of his neck.Regulus scratches down James’ abs, digging his nails in and hearing James hiss against his throat, biting so hard in retaliation he thinks he’ll end up drawing blood. Part of him can’t help but hope he does. He keens, his body conflicted as it tries to press closer but move away from James’ ruthless mouth at the same time. It stings, even after James has soothed the bite with his tongue, and Regulus can already feel himself toeing the line, walking so near the edge it’s a matter of minutes before he falls over. One of James’ hands leaves its rightful place at his waist, and Regulus has half a mind to complain, to let out a pitiful whine at the loss, but then there’s fingers wrapped around his neck while James keeps his relentless pace, pushing in and out of him non-stop, and Regulus’ eyes roll to the back of his head, all protests completely forgotten. “Okay?” James grunts, squeezing briefly before he slackens his grip. Regulus simply nods, not sure if his voice is up for cooperation right now. “I need words, baby, come on,” James chastises, forcing Regulus to meet his gaze using the hold he has on his throat. “Let me hear you.”“Yes,” Regulus rasps, leaning forward and pressing even closer to James’ open palm. He whimpers when it earns him an especially hard thrust. “It’s okay, James, so f@ck@ng okay—”The other man squeezes, cutting the blood flow, possessive and controlling, and clicks his tongue.“That’s not my name,” he points out. “Not when I’m f@ck@ng you.”Regulus can hardly think of anything that isn’t the way James keeps filling him up, let alone say it out loud, but he wants to please James, wants to make him feel as good as he’s making him feel. And so, he gulps against the tightening grip on his throat, trying to get himself to focus. “It’s—ah, f@ck—it’s okay, Daddy,” he manages in what sounds like a broken sob, tears threatening to fall with each blink. “Feels so—so good and you’re so—big—”“Sh@t, baby,” James hisses, bringing their mouths together in what Regulus supposes was meant to be a kiss but it’s just a mess of spit and tongues and desperation.“So full, Daddy,” Regulus gasps, knees almost giving in under him and heat coiling in his spine in a too familiar warning. “I’m—I’m so close, Daddy, I’m—gonna come, f@ck, again—”“Me too, baby,” James replies in a groan, his hand loosening around his throat but fingers staying wrapped securely around it. “I’m—f@ck—almost there.”“Inside,” Regulus pleads, delirious, tongue lapping at James’ parted lips, behind his teeth. “Please, inside, do it inside, I want—want to feel you—Daddy, please.”James moans so loud the sound vibrates in Regulus’ f@ck@ng tongue. “F@ck, baby—you want me to fill you up? F@ck my c@m into that tight c@nt of yours?”“Please,” he begs, and it borders on a scream. “Please, Daddy, please, please, I’m so close, I need—”Regulus never manages to finish his sentence, because James’ lets go of his waist, sliding his hand lower and lower until there are fingers rubbing on his cl@t, and Regulus’ mind turns into static, vision whitening as he clenches down around James’ c@ck. It doesn’t take long after that. James’ thrusts become jerky, erratic, and they’re both cursing into each other’s lips, Regulus’ pleads mixing with James’ praises until neither of them are sure of who’s saying what, bodies so intertwined they’re undistinguishable. Another well-timed squeeze around his neck, a particularly harsh thrust and the right amount of pressure on his cl@t push Regulus over the edge, a loud cry that sounds like James, or maybe even Daddy tumbling out of his open mouth as he comes, body tight as a string and back arched before it goes completely limp, sagging against the other man, who’s ready to catch him. Regulus can’t say for sure if this @rg@sm was more intense than the first one, but it was equally good, and it leaves him as out of it as the former. He doesn’t register James still thrusting into him until the oversensitivity makes him whine, hiding his face in the crook of James’ neck. “F@ck, baby, so good, so wet, so f@ck@ng—perfect—just for me—sh@t—” James hisses, and then his hips stutter and he’s coming with a broken moan, holding onto Regulus like a lifeline. He feels James’ cock pulse inside him and spill, the sensation coaxing a whimper out of him and making him clench one last time while he hears James whine softly. He fills Regulus up so much, it starts coming out of his c@nt the moment James pulls out with a keening noise, and Regulus tries to close his legs as best as he can, considering he’s still sitting on James’ lap, in an attempt to keep it inside, hating the idea of losing even a single drop of James’ c@m. The other man notices the shifting, and without saying a word, still breathing heavily close to Regulus’ ear, he sneaks a hand between their sweaty bodies and pushes a couple of fingers inside Regulus’ c@nt, keeping the cum from slipping out.  Regulus makes a weak mewling sound, too tired and sensitive to do anything else apart from grinding a little against James’ hand and nuzzling on the side of his neck. “Greedy boy,” James hums, fond and affectionate, dropping a lingering kiss to the top of his head. Regulus just burrows closer, content to have James’ fingers inside him and his warmth enveloping him.They stay like this for a little while, exchanging slow kisses from time to time, when Regulus gets needy and tilts his head up, searching for James’ mouth, and the other man’s hand remaining between his legs.However, the moment ends up being broken when Regulus’ phone buzzes from under his skirt, which is all crumpled on the floor, with a few text messages from Sirius wondering where the f@ck is he and what is taking them so long. With a deep sigh, James pulls his fingers out, pressing a soothing kiss on Regulus’ forehead when he whines, and then he picks him up effortlessly, returning him to the passenger’s seat. He pointedly ignores Regulus’ pout and his crossed arms, as well as his clear refusal to lift a single finger, but he chuckles under his breath, shaking his head a little while he picks up the skirt and the soaked briefs. He knows he’s being childish, and behaving like a total brat, but he’s exhausted and still a bit drunk from his @rg@sms, and James is hot and strong, and he doesn’t want to go back to his flat, and his annoying brother and an empty bed, okay? So sue him for throwing a little fit. Regulus thinks he’s earned it. James drops Regulus’ clothes on his lap, and then he tucks himself in, pulling up his boxers and trousers with a little grimace. Once he’s done, he realises Regulus hasn’t moved at all, looking at him with an arched eyebrow that Regulus makes sure to return. James huffs, but he moves to help him get dressed, grabbing his soaked briefs first.“Keep them,” Regulus tells him before he can get them through his legs, wrinkling his nose a little. “There’s no way I’m putting them back on in that state.”James snorts, but he complies, using them instead to wipe Regulus’ clean, cum running down his thighs and between his legs. He’s especially careful when he reaches his entrance, but the contact still makes him shiver, the zone incredibly tender. After he finishes, he sticks the ruined briefs inside the pocket of his trousers, and Regulus has to look away, feeling his cheeks heat up. It’s a bit ridiculous to get flustered over something like this after everything they’ve done, but, well, it’s not like Regulus can control all of his bodily reactions, and it’s not as easy to act all shameless when he isn’t so h@rny he can’t see straight and he doesn’t have a cock filling him to the brim. James helps him with the skirt, but as soon as Regulus goes to give him the jumper back, James stops him again, arguing that it’s quite cold still, and that he can always return it the next time they see each other, because they will.“No more running away, hmm, love?” he teases him as they both get out of the car, walking side by side towards the entrance of Regulus’ building. Their hands keep grazing each other, Regulus’ heart skipping a beat every time, but James seems oblivious. That, or he simply doesn’t want to interlace their fingers. Regulus is trying very hard to not be disappointed by this. “I told you, I wasn’t running away,” Regulus retorts, rolling his eyes. “I simply had no interest in meeting any of you.”“I hope you’ve learnt your lesson, then.” Regulus has to repress a laugh. Tonight is the very proof that no, he hasn’t, and he probably never will, because even after how terribly it ended for him with Rabastan, he took one look at James, with his infuriating smirk and those eyes that screamed trouble, and decided to climb the f@ck@ng tree one more time. In the very same night. If anything, this is a new personal record for him and his neverending list of questionable choices. The branch hasn’t broken just yet, that’s true, and James definitely isn’t like any of the blokes he’s slept with so far. But Regulus has enough experience under his belt to know it’s not worth it to hope. He may be prone to f@ck@ng up, but he’s not naive. And like Sirius would say—but never will, not this time, because there’s no way Regulus is gonna tell him he f@ck@d his best mate in his car—it’s only a matter of time.“Maybe,” Regulus drawls, shrugging. “I guess you’ll have to wait and see.”“Sirius is coming over to mine in a couple of days to watch a movie,” James tells him, their knuckles touching briefly. “You could join us.”And, oh, Regulus can recognise that tone, what’s lying underneath. He has to bite his lower lip to keep a giggle from escaping, his mouth itching with the need to curl into a foolish grin. See? How can Regulus be expected to not step over the same stone when he keeps being encouraged? It’s really not his fault.“I’ll think about it,” he responds, feigning indifference, but he’s certain James can see right through him, if the lopsided smile he gives him is anything to go by. The moment they reach the entrance of the building, Regulus turns his back to James, sliding one hand inside the pocket of his skirt and taking out his keys. He gets them inside the lock on his second try, and he’s thinking about what to say, how to bid James farewell in a way that doesn’t sound forced, or pathetic, when there’s hands in his hips, turning him around and pinning him against the door. Regulus looks up just in time to see James lean down to kiss him, dragging a startled noise out of him before he melts against the other man, getting on his tiptoes just so he can wrap his arms around James’ neck. This kiss is less rushed than the others they’ve shared, but it’s still passionate, still intense, with James licking at Regulus’ lips until he parts his mouth with a groan, letting him in and explore, take as much as he wants. It’s gone too soon for Regulus’ liking, James tugging playfully at his lower lip as he pulls away with a satisfied smile, squeezing his hips gently. He steps back a second later, letting go of Regulus and putting his hands on the pockets of his jacket all casually, as if he hasn’t just completely rocked Regulus’ world. “Goodnight, love,” James says, charming smile in place, dimples gracing his cheeks. “I’ll see you soon.”Regulus swallows and nods dumbly, unable to look away from James while one of his hands reaches blindly behind him, grasping the keys still stuck on the lock. “Goodnight, James,” he replies quietly, watching as the older man’s grin turns even wider. He has to force his body to turn around and focus on unlocking the door. Regulus gets inside the building with trembling knees and his heart beating wildly in his chest. Despite knowing that James can’t see him anymore, he doesn’t allow himself to smile until he’s climbing up the stairs, a soft laugh escaping his mouth and his hands coming up to rub his warm face. Maybe, and just this once, not listening to Sirius has his perks. Regulus is still grinning when he slips inside his flat, not surprised to see light coming from the living room, the telly on and with the volume low, and his brother pacing in front of it, phone in his hand. He seems to relax at once when his eyes fall upon Regulus, shoulders sagging and a relieved sigh going past his lips. “F@ck@ng finally,” he huffs with a roll of his eyes as he walks towards Regulus, even though that irritated attitude isn’t fooling either of them. “I was about to call you.”“Stop being dramatic, it hasn’t been that long,” Regulus says, crossing his arms. “You called me before four, and it’s almost six now,” Sirius replies, raising a judgemental eyebrow. “Why the f@ck are you so late?”Regulus shifts a little in his place, tugging distractedly at the hem of James’ jumper. He shrugs. “Traffic,” he mumbles, the excuse sounding weak even to his own ears. “Traffic,” Sirius repeats, completely deadpan. “At four in the f@ck@ng morning on a Wednesday,” he adds, probably expecting him to take it back, but Regulus nods, and his brother scoffs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Please, just tell me you weren’t an utter pr@ck to James.”“Why would I?” Regulus asks with a sniff, raising his chin. “Reggie, c’mon, let’s not pretend, yeah? I know you.”“I don’t know what you’re—”“I f@ck@ng know you.”Regulus lets out a deep exhale, fingers massaging at his temples. He just wanted to go straight to bed, burrow in James' jumper and hopefully dream about the amazing s@x they just had, but of course he can’t even get that. Of course his brother has to be a f@ck@ng pain in his arse, even though he has work tomorrow and he isn’t gonna get an ounce of sleep at this rate.“I wasn’t, okay?” Regulus snaps. “I ignored him a bit during the first part of the journey, but he wouldn’t give up, so we ended up talking and he was as nice and sweet as you described him.” Sirius blinks at him. “Really?”“Yes, really.”“You swear you’re telling the truth?”Regulus throws his hands up in the air, barely suppressing the urge to strangle his brother. “I’m joining you both for that movie night you’re having in a couple of days,” he admits, seeing with no little amount of satisfaction the way Sirius’ eyes widen at the statement. “Is that good enough for you?”Sirius stares at him in silence for a few seconds, shock twisting his expression. But then, and exactly as Regulus predicted, a delighted grin brinks into his face, and he’s positively beaming when he pounces on him, grabbing Regulus’ shoulders as he shakes him. “Oh my god,” he exclaims. “Oh my god. I can’t believe this is actually happening.”“It’s not a big deal.”“It’s a pretty f@ck@ng big deal. I’ve been trying to get you to meet James for years, Reggie. Years.”“Maybe if you weren’t so annoying, I would’ve agreed a long time ago.”“We both know that’s not true.”“Whatever,” Regulus grumbles with a scowl, unable to argue.“Oh, this is great,” Sirius continues, shaking him even more and ignoring the way Regulus keeps swatting at his chest, trying to get him the f@ck off. “We’re gonna have so much fun. Can I also tell Remus and Pete to come? I’m gonna tell Remus and Pete to come.”“Sirius—”“You’re not allowed to back down now. It’s too late. You said you were going, and you’re f@ck@ng going.”“Sirius—” Regulus tries again, a little firmer this time. “You already met James, so Peter should be fine. And Remus is literally my boyfriend. We’ve been together for ages, Reggie, and frankly, it’s ridiculous that you haven’t—”“Sirius,” Regulus interrupts him sharply, and his brother finally shuts his mouth, but not without sending a glare his way. “I wasn’t gonna try to get out of it, okay? I’ll meet the rest of your stupid friends and your stupid boyfriend, alright? You win.”His brother tilts his head to the side, eyebrows stitched to his hairline.“Just like that?” Sirius wonders, doubtful. “Just like that,” Regulus confirms with a tiny nod.Sirius watches him closely, almost as if he’s expecting him to crack, but after a bit, his lips curl into a satisfied smile. “D@mn,” he whistles lowly, giving him a little pat on the arm. “That’s what I call the James Potter effect.”Regulus scoffs. “You’re insufferable.”“Oh, say whatever you want, Reggie, but you can’t deny it now that you’ve experienced it,” Sirius singsongs. “Look at you, you’re even wearing his jumper. I told you he was a perfect gentleman.”Regulus bites the inside of his cheek, feeling his hands twitch. He wills the heat to stay the f@ck away from his cheeks but he isn’t sure of how successful it is. “Yeah,” he mutters, thinking about long fingers opening him up, a mouth sucking on his neck, a moaned baby. “A perfect gentleman.”Sirius honest-to-god giggles, looking f@ck@ng giddy. “Oh, this is the best day of my life. I never thought I’d live to see it.”“Jesus, you’re dramatic,” Regulus sighs. “Can we please put this conversation on pause until tomorrow? I’m f@ck@ng exhausted.”“Yeah, not surprised,” Sirius snorts, staring him up and down. “You look like you’ve been mauled. Is Rabastan a f@ck@ng vampire?”Regulus blushes to the tip of his ears, and he pushes his brother away, who stumbles back with a cackle, and keeps asking ridiculous questions about his hookup with Rabastan even as Regulus starts making his way towards his room, giving him the middle finger over his shoulder. He makes a little stop at the loo, to relieve himself and brush his teeth. Regulus knows he should also take a shower, but he’s knackered, and he doesn’t work tomorrow, so he’ll have the whole day to properly clean himself and rest as much as he needs. When he finally drops himself on top of his bed, he does so only wearing James’ rugby jumper and an idiotic smile, mind filling with images of dimples and golden-rimmed glasses. And if he’s already counting the days until he sees James again, well, that’s no one’s business but his.'
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