weekend
James loves a lot of things — a warm summer’s day, the wind in his hair when Regulus puts the top down, a late night with friends — but most of all, he loves the weekend.
Or rather, he loves what he gets to do on the weekend.
Like right now, with his head between Regulus’ quivering thighs, James is one hundred percent sure he doesn’t want to be anywhere else but here.
He rolls Regulus’ balls around on his tongue, laughing softly around them when Regulus throws his head back with a quiet whine. James turns to run his nose along soft skin to the tattoo on the inside of Regulus’ thigh.
JFP.
Oh, it still pulls at something behind James’ navel when he sees it. He sinks his teeth in, bites around it, laves at the ink with his tongue.
James would spend his whole weekend here if Regulus let him. He flattens his tongue at the base of Regulus’ cock, runs it right up to the tip. Collects what leaks from the slit and smiles at the swears that tumble off of Regulus’ lips.
“You always taste so good.” James swirls his tongue, content to take it slow. To make this last. They have today and tomorrow. Plenty of time.
Regulus’ fingers fist and pull at his hair. “James.”
“I know, baby.” James slips his hands to the insides of Regulus’ thighs. Pushes them apart to make more room for himself. Then he smiles up at Regulus, who stares down at him with wild, desperate eyes. “But we’ve got the whole weekend. So let me take my time with you.”