"Pay attention to me," James whined. He was sprawled across Regulus' bed, outer robes long discarded and hair mussed from lying on the pillows all afternoon.
"I'm reading, love." Regulus didn’t even look up, his voice maddeningly even.
James cleared his throat, willing away the ridiculous warmth that spread through him at the casual endearment. He wouldn't let Regulus win this time.
"But I'm bored," he sighed, tilting his head back in exaggerated misery. "Why did you call me here if you were just going to ignore me?" As if James wouldn’t drop everything just for an excuse to breathe the same air as him.
Regulus turned a page, pointedly not looking up. "I didn’t." He arched a dark eyebrow but still didn’t lift his gaze. "You barged in here and took over my bed. In your outside clothes." His lips curled in distaste. "Disgusting, by the way."
James smirked. Now we're getting somewhere.
"I see," he said, all faux sympathy, fingers moving to his tie. "I would hate to sully your pristine sheets."
Regulus made a noncommittal sound, dipping his quill into ink just as something soft hit him square in the face. He exhaled sharply, plucking James’ red and gold tie off his lap with the edge of his quill and flicking it to the floor without so much as a glance.
James narrowed his eyes. Fine. If that’s how you want to play it.
The next thing Regulus registered was a sound of discontentment and rapid rustling.
He turned, unimpressed—and promptly found himself holding an armful of James Potter’s uniform.
"Fucking hell." Regulus finally looked up, only to be met with a sight that made his breath hitch: James, seeming awfully pleased with himself, stretched out against his pillows in nothing but boxers, all long limbs and golden skin and infuriating confidence.
Regulus swallowed. He had not accounted for this.
"You," he said slowly, "are the most impatient person I have ever met." He picked up James' discarded tie before walking towards his bed. The mattress dipped as he pushed James back, a hand firm on his chest, crowding into his space until James had nowhere to go but against the headboard.
James grinned. "Can you blame me?" He kept his eyes on Regulus as the shorter boy swung a leg over his torso, effectively straddling him. James’ hands found his waist instinctively, thumbs sweeping over the sliver of bare skin where his shirt had ridden up. "You're the loveliest person I've ever seen. Why wait when you're right here?"
His gaze was hungry, but patient—waiting for Regulus to make the next move.
Regulus exhaled, slow and measured, and his grey eyes flickered to James’ lips. "Flatterer," he murmured. He tilted his head, considering. Dragging this out is fun, he thought, slender fingers idly tracing patterns against James’ collarbone. "Now, what am I going to do with you?"
James’ breath caught, his grip tightening on Regulus’ waist, fingers flexing like he needed to touch more of him, now. But he held still, gaze open and utterly desperate.
"Anything you want," he murmured, voice raw, unguarded in a way that sent something molten swirling in Regulus' stomach.
He leaned in, just enough for James to feel his breath against his lips—a tease, a promise. Then he kissed him, slow at first, savoring the way James immediately melted into it.
James kissed him like he did everything else: wholeheartedly, like he had nothing to hide, like Regulus was the only thing in the world worth wanting. His hands roamed, sliding up Regulus’ back, nails skimming his ribs, fingers desperate to memorize every beautiful inch of him.
Hm, too easy. Regulus caught James’ hands just as they tried to tug him closer. He pulled back, ignoring the frustrated noise James made, and tilted his head.
Hazel eyes blinked up at him, dazed, pupils blown wide. "What—"
Without a word, Regulus grabbed the abandoned tie from the bed, sliding it between his fingers, smooth and deliberate. James' mouth snapped shut, throat going dry.
Regulus smirked. "If I’m so lovely," he murmured, guiding James’ wrists above his head, "Then you can just look. No touching."
Before he could respond, Regulus looped the tie around his wrists and secured them against the rungs of the headboard, the knot firm but not cruel. A test.
James’ chest rose and fell quickly, eyes locked on Regulus, drinking in the sight of him—flushed, poised, dangerously in control. The view was addicting. He never wanted to look at anything else ever again- it would simply be an insult to his vision.
Regulus settled back on his heels, letting his fingers ghost over James’ neck, then down to his chest, but never quite where James wanted him.
"Still bored?" Regulus asked, smirking.
James exhaled shakily, huffing out a laugh "Fuck you."
Regulus hummed, tapping a thoughtful finger against his chin. "I'll leave that part to you." His gaze dropped to James' hips, squirming uncomfortably, trying to gain some friction under Regulus. "If you can last till then, that is."
And James, for once in his life, was utterly speechless. Heat pooled in his gut, something needy unraveling inside him at the realization that he couldn't move, couldn't touch, couldn't do anything but take whatever Regulus decided to give him.
And Regulus, knowing this, took his time. His touch, featherlight and maddening, sent sparks dancing along James' skin, not nearly enough but still too much, making him arch into it without thinking.
Please." The word slipped out before he could stop it, breathless and utterly wrecked.
Regulus exhaled a quiet laugh, amused. He leaned down again, lips brushing James’ jaw, his throat, his collarbone—pressing kisses that were deliberately light, never quite lingering long enough. "You like this." It wasn’t a question. It was a quiet, awed realisation.
James groaned, tilting his head back against the headboard, baring his throat like an offering. "You’re going to kill me."
Regulus hummed thoughtfully, dragging his nails lightly down James’ chest, reveling in the way James shuddered beneath him.
"No," Regulus murmured, lips brushing the shell of his ear. "You're going to be just fine."
Then he kissed him again, harder this time. James felt like he was burning.
Regulus' kisses were hungry. He kissed James until his head was spinning, until his body tensed in frustration at the sheer helplessness of not being able to touch, to pull Regulus in, to take more.
His breath hitched as Regulus shifted closer, grinding down just enough to make James’ head fall back with a curse."Fuck—Reg, I—"
Regulus pulled back slightly, silver eyes flicking over him, dark and full of intent. His lips were kiss-bruised, his breathing steady, but James could see it—the way his fingers clenched tightly against James' skin, the way he was enjoying this just as much.
"Yes?" Regulus asked, tilting his head.
James swallowed hard, lips parted, chest heaving. He had no idea what he was even asking for—only that he wanted more.
"Anything you want," James whispered again, eyes locked on Regulus, devotion laid bare.
Regulus smiled, brushing a thumb over James’ bottom lip. "I know."
And then, just to ruin him, he kissed him again, before shifting back onto his knees, hands moving to the buttons of his own shirt. Regulus didn’t look at him right away—his movements were slow, methodical, entirely for his own enjoyment. The crisp fabric parted inch by inch, revealing smooth, pale skin in the dim light of the dormitory.
James’ fingers twitched in their restraint, desperate to touch. "Oh, you actually are trying to kill me." His voice came out rough, uneven.
Regulus glanced up at him then, lips quirking as he slid his shirt off his shoulders, letting it slip down his arms before tossing it to the side. "Not my fault you’re so dramatic."
"Dramatic? No, no, love, I’m suffering. This is cruel and unusual punishment."
The Slytherin hummed as he unfastened his belt, his smirk deepening. "Punishment, " he repeated incredulously. "Are you always this receptive to punishment?"
"I'm receptive to anything you do."
Regulus tilted his head, sliding the belt free in a slow, deliberate motion, before keeping it aside. The tie would do for now. "Let's test that theory." Regulus rolled his hips forward again and again, just enough pressure to have James sucking in a breath through his teeth.
"Oh, fuck—"
Regulus bit back a pleased noise at the way James unraveled beneath him, all golden skin and flexing muscle, straining against his bindings, aching for more.
James' hands clenched into fists above him, useless, bound, his entire body taut with tension as Regulus took his time kissing his way down his chest.
"Regulus—"
James made a frustrated noise when Regulus ignored him, focused instead on the trail he was tracing with his lips—his collarbone, his sternum, lower, lower, teasing at the sharp jut of his hipbones, the waistband of his boxers.
Regulus smirked against his skin, toying with the fabric between his fingers. "Something you’d like to say?"
James’ breath was ragged. He felt like he was drowning in him, in this, in the slow, agonizing way Regulus was making him wait.
"You know what I want—"
"So spoiled," Regulus tutted, pressing a kiss just below his navel. "I’d like to hear you say it."
James cursed, trying to buck his hips, but Regulus pinned him down with an arm across his stomach, utterly composed and in control.
"Come on, Jamie." His voice was silk and steel all at once, fingers grazing lower. "Beg."
And James—helpless and bound—did exactly that. "Fuck- please. Please just touch me."
Regulus tilted his head, watching him. "I don’t know." He mused. "You’re already pretty wound up, and I’ve barely done anything."
James sucked in air through his clenched teeth, tugging uselessly at his bound wrists. "You’re enjoying this way too much."
Regulus actually laughed at that, a quiet, pleased sound as he shifted lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the inside of James' thighs. "Of course I am." He glanced up, eyes flickering with something sharp. "Do you know how long I've wanted to see you like this?"
James didn't have time to respond—not when Regulus finally touched him properly, wrapping a hand around him in a firm, deliberate stroke. He pumped James' cock a few times, but agonisingly slow, teasing the slit with his thumb.
His head tipped back, mouth falling open, but he bit back the sound, his entire body tensing against the effort-
-just as the sound of footsteps echoed outside the dormitory.
They both froze.
A voice carried through the hallway, muffled but close.
"We do have authority, Mulciber. Surprise rounds. Check every corridor. I don’t care if the Common Rooms are empty—there have been too many students storing alcohol and substances. If the dorms are unoccupied, legally, we can’t force entry, but if we even suspect someone’s inside—"
Regulus sat back on his heels, exhaling through his nose. "Oh, for Merlin’s sake."
James let out something between a whimper and a laugh, chest still rising and falling unevenly. "You’re kidding me."
Regulus gave him a look. "This is your fault, you know. You and your little band of idiots. There were never any inspections before."
James groaned in frustration. "Peter's the gardener here, and his shit is far out of the way of the dorms." His eyes glinted playfully. "Besides, they're raiding the Slytherin dorms for a reason, love. Bunch of troublemakers, you are."
"Me, a troublemaker?" He raised a hand to his chest in mock offence. "Slander, Potter."
James scoffed, head jutting out to gesture to the entire scene in front of him.
Regulus' hand fell back on his dick, squeezing gently at the base. "Oh, I'm sorry. Is this causing you trouble?"
"Yes." James ground out, voice raw with pleasure and frustration. "But- the fun police are outside."
"I guess you'll just have to be quiet, hm?"
James' brain short-circuited, his entire body going taut, his fingers clenching into fists above his head.
Regulus gave him a slow, knowing look, as if daring him to make a sound. And then he kept going, taking James into his mouth like he was made for it. Hollowing out his cheeks, he sank down till his nose was touching James' navel. Fuck.
James struggled monumenally. Every breath came out in sharp, uneven gasps, every nerve ending alight, and every muscle wound tight enough to snap. He was dizzy with it, and to top it all off, he couldn't make a single sound.
The voices outside the door lingered, then began to fade, their footsteps retreating down the hall.
And then Regulus did something devastating, using one hand to pump James' as he sucked unforgivingly on the head, tongue flicking out to tease the slit every few moments. His other hand cupped his balls, squeezing gently.
A moan ripped from his throat before he could stop it, and Regulus pulled off immediately.
James gasped at the loss, head spinning, and opened his eyes just in time to see Regulus rising back up, expression unimpressed—but beneath it, beneath the carefully controlled mask, there was something else. Amusement. Satisfaction.
James whimpered.
Regulus raised an eyebrow. "You really are terrible at following orders."
James groaned, tilting his head back against the headboard, struggling to breathe past the sheer, unfulfilled frustration clawing at him. "You’re evil."
Regulus’ gaze flickered to the door, still listening for any approaching footsteps. "You really are going to have to be quiet, James. Neither of us has a wand on us, so we can’t use a silencing charm."
"At this point, put a gag in my mouth and have your way with me, Reg. I might explode if you keep- doing this."
"Wow," He drawled, lips curling up in a satisfied grin. "What would people say? The Gryffindor prince is tied up in my bed, begging to be gagged."
"People can go fuck themselves," James said roughly.
"Careful, you're starting to sound like me."
"That's not so bad."
"I don't know about that." He brought his hands to James' face, tilting his face up for a lingering kiss. "I quite like James Potter as he is."
"Yeah?" James breathed, eyes still closed. "I think he'd be happy to hear that."
Regulus laughed against his lips, looking down at his raging erection, still very much in action. "I think I can tell for myself."
James opened his mouth to respond, but the sound of utter silence on the other side of the door made him perk up. "They're gone."
"Someone's excited." He teased.
"I don't have the pride or patience to pretend I'm not, love." James shifted, eyes trained on Regulus as he parted his thighs once again and wrapped his mouth around him. This time, James didn't have nearly as much restraint. His hips bucked up, and the noises he was making were borderline obscene- but Regulus didn't relent. His pace was faster than before, the suction a little more powerful, and his grip teetering on painful- he was driving James to the edge faster than he could resist it.
His hands gripped the tie they were bound in, needing to hold onto something as he started to come undone. "My god, Reg- You're- ah." He choked out, swallowed down a moan. "You're perfect. I'm so close."
Regulus kept going for a few seconds longer, before feeling James begin to tense up. He moved his hands aside and took James completely in his mouth, feeling the bulge of his length slide down his throat.
He glanced up through watering eyes to watch James as his orgasm finally came over him, his mouth falling open, panting and groaning as his eyes rolled back. He slumped against the headboard as Regulus swallowed down his come, cleaning up his dick before moving off him with a wet pop.
James felt boneless (ha! literally), his mind completely blank in the best possible way, pleasure still pulsing through him in slow waves. He barely registered the way Regulus was moving—careful hands loosening the silk from his wrists, easing them down with a gentleness that warmed James' heart.
With a quiet, blissed-out hum, James immediately lifted his newly freed hand, cupping Regulus’ face like he’d been starving for it. And maybe he had been—he’d spent what felt like forever unable to do anything.
His fingers threaded into the soft strands of Regulus’ hair, sliding down to brush the sharp curve of his jaw, then lower—along his throat, pressing lightly like he needed to prove to himself that Regulus was really here.
They were quiet for a long moment, their breaths the only sound in the dimly lit room, the world beyond them faded into something distant and unimportant.
Then James tugged him down, catching his lips in a kiss—deep and slow. Regulus sighed into it, sinking against him. "I take it you liked this, then." He said, holding up the Gryffindor tie that was looking worse for wear after all of James' tugging.
"Merlin, yes. Do you have to even ask?"
"No, I just wanted to hear you say it." Regulus grinned unabashedly.
"You brat."
Before Regulus could respond, James flipped them, fast and practiced, grinning wildly at the small, startled noise Regulus let out as his back hit the mattress. He barely had time to glare before James was on him, pinning him down, fingers darting straight for his ribs.
Regulus gasped, body jerking violently as laughter tore from his throat. "James—!*"
James only grinned wider, relentless, tickling him mercilessly, drinking in the sound of Regulus laughing, full-bodied and bright.
"Stop—!" Regulus wheezed, squirming uselessly beneath him, trying to push at James’ shoulders, but he was still too wrung-out to put up a proper fight.
James smirked down at him. "See? Not so in control now, are you?"
Regulus gasped out another laugh, breathless and pink-cheeked. "You are the worst."
James only let up when Regulus’ laughter started bordering on breathless wheezing, finally easing his grip and letting himself collapse forward, flopping against Regulus in utter contentment.
Regulus let out an oof, still catching his breath, but he didn’t push James away.
James nuzzled against his throat, pressing a lazy kiss to the sharp curve of his jaw before sighing deeply. "I love you, you know," he said simply.
Regulus swallowed, chest rising and falling beneath him. Then, softer than before—"I know." They'd said it to each other a few times already, but it never failed to affect Regulus as much as the first time. "Love you too, Jamie."
James hummed, tightening his grip around him, feeling warm and safe and so stupidly in love.
Regulus’ fingers found his hair, carding through the untameable curls as James smiled into his skin, content to stay tangled up with him forever.