constant
The vibration is constant—until it isn’t.
Regulus pushes up on his elbows and glares at James kneeling between his thighs, Regulus’ knees on his shoulder and a grin stretched across his face. It’s just this side of too fucking cheeky for Regulus’ liking.
“Cut that out,” he hisses, bucking his hips upward in search of the toy in James’ hand, now pulled away from Regulus’ clit. “Put it back.”
James’ grin widens. He leans down to lick a strip through Regulus’ folds, collects wetness on his tongue and moans, obscene and far too fucking loud.
“Shush, or they’ll hear you.” Regulus digs his heel into the middle of James’ back. “Put it back, James.”
“Oh, I don’t think it’s me they’re gonna hear, love.” But James does as he’s told and places the vibrator gently over Regulus’ clit. Ducks down to dip his tongue inside Regulus and—oh, there.
“Fuck,” Regulus mutters, scrambling to grab James’ hair, the sleeping bag, anything.
Because of course James brought a toy with them on his family camping trip. My parents want you to come, he’d said two weeks ago. Sirius and Remus can come, too. But they want to meet you.
It’d all gone swimmingly. Campfire dinner and s’mores when they were done. Sirius’ hilarious stories and Remus’ witty one-liners. Regulus likes Euphemia and Fleamont; thinks they’re nice people who raised a respectable, good son.
But there was nothing respectable about the way James crawled into Regulus’ tent long after everyone went to bed. There was nothing respectable about the way he kissed Regulus open-mouthed and desperate, begging.
And there was definitely nothing respectable about how he buried his face between Regulus’ legs, fingers dug into his thighs to hold him in place, and ate him out for what felt like hours.
You taste better than s’mores, James had whispered when no one else was paying attention at the campfire.
Regulus supposes James has a point to prove.
“Fuck,” Regulus hisses, writhing when James ups the vibration. It’s reverberating through his bones, a constant hum, and he’s so close. So fucking close. There, if James would stop edging him. “Let me come, you ass,” he whispers, and smacks his heel into James’ back again. “Come on.”
James laughs softly, drops the vibrator away, and lets his tongue and mouth do the rest. He licks and sucks and teases Regulus’ clit between his teeth, shameless about the soft mewls he lets escape his throat. Has his hands under Regulus to support him, fingers kneading his ass.
A wave on a shore, crashing, and Regulus finally breaks. Comes with violent shivers as he bites down on his knuckles to hold back his moan, while James licks long stripes up and down and up again.
“Holy shit,” Regulus mutters, aware that his legs are shaking. “I really hope your parents didn’t hear. They’ll kill me tomorrow.”
“You corrupted their only son,” James tuts with the shake of his head. “A shame, really.”
Regulus glares, then hooks his leg a little tighter, puts James’ mouth back on him. “Less talking, Potter. More corruption.”
“Potter?” James snorts, but his tongue is lazy, circling soft folds. “It’s been so long since you called me that. Did I reset you to your factory default settings?”
“I hate you.”
James rolls his eyes. “I love you, too. Now shut up and let me enjoy the second course.”