stimulate
Regulus might kill James for this. Just take him to the bathroom and put hands around his throat and—
Oh.
He makes a pained noise, which draws the attention of Fleamont.
“Are you alright?”
Regulus smiles weakly. “Just a stomach cramp.”
Euphemia returns his smile. “I know it’s delicious, but don’t eat too fast.”
James reaches for his beer, leans back in his chair and shoots Regulus a wicked grin. His hand disappears beneath the table, and Regulus knows what’s coming.
Vibration zings through him, upped slightly, and he clenches his jaw to keep it together. The restaurant is loud, but not loud enough to drown out the moans lodged in his throat.
I wanna try something new, love. If you’re up for it.
What?
This.
What’s that?
It’s connected to my phone. So I can control it.
You want to try that now? We have dinner with your parents tonight.
And?
Sometimes Regulus can’t fathom how filthy James can be. He smiles, ever the most respectable son, even as his finger adjusts the vibration of the plug with his phone. Regulus has to grip the table’s edge to keep from crippling over when the vibration stimulates the bundle of nerves inside him and doesn’t let up.
Yes. Definitely. Regulus is going to kill him.
“Excuse me for a moment,” he says to James’ parents. He stands quickly, smiles, and practically runs for the bathroom. His knees feel weak, his legs not able to hold him, and he’s aching in his jeans.
Inside the bathroom, he grips the counter just as the vibration ratchets higher. He cries out, moans tumbling out one after the other.
A door opens.
He freezes, aware of the obscenity of his own sounds.
“Don’t stop on my account.” James leans against the wall behind Regulus, phone in hand. “Come on, babe. Let me hear you.”
“We’re in public.”
James grins, crooked. “And?”
“And you’re insane. Your parents are here.”
“Mm.” James pushes off the wall and comes to stand behind Regulus. He runs his hands along Regulus’ waist, across his stomach and lower. Pops buttons, pulls at a zipper. Wraps his hand around Regulus’ cock and smiles when Regulus well and truly whines. “We have a few minutes before it’s suspicious.”
“It’s already suspicious,” Regulus manages between labored breaths. “James, don’t—”
But it’s too late. James’ hand is already moving, palm kneading Regulus’ ass before he presses a finger to the plug pushed inside Regulus.
“You’ve been so good,” he murmurs against the shell of Regulus’ ear. Their eyes meet in the mirror, and James’ grin could rival the Devil’s. “Kept every last drop inside just as I asked.”
“Hanging on by a thread here, James.” Regulus tilts his head to afford James better access to his neck. “Don’t take it out. Not until we’re home.”
James nips at his neck and huffs a laugh. “Wouldn’t dream of it, love.” His finger circles the plug; he laughs again when Regulus arches his back and a shiver rack his frame. “Just be good the rest of dinner and I’ll take care of you when we get home.”
Regulus’ eyes flutter shut. “I’m always good for you.”
“And I’m a better man for it.” James adjusts the vibration until it’s a steady, quiet thrum. “Good?”
“Perfect.”
“Can you make it through dinner like this?”
“We just have dessert left.”
James laughs. “I’ll take that as a yes, then.” He grips Regulus’ chin and turns his face until their lips meet in a steady, grounding kiss that takes Regulus’ breath away. “Come on, love. It’s getting truly suspicious now.”