jealous
James didn’t mean to do it. He’s just nice. Talks to everyone and smiles real warm and he doesn’t mean it. Really, he doesn’t.
But Regulus, well, he’s had enough of finding James chatting, of telling men and women that they can fuck off.
They were just being friendly, Reggie, but Regulus doesn’t care.
“F-Fuck, Reg,” James whines, back arched and fingers clawing at their bedsheets. There’s a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead, and his lips are kiss-bruised, swollen from each time he’s sunk his teeth into soft, plump flesh. “Baby, I—”
“No.” Regulus stills inside him, thumb circling his clit languidly. In Regulus’ other hand is a short leash connected to a collar around James’ neck; he tugs on it once. “I should put this on you in public so people understand you’re mine. Less chance of me in a fight.”
James’ eyes roll when Regulus’ thrusts turn shallow; they’re slow and languid, meant for Regulus’ enjoyment as James writhes. He’s been drawn to the edge too many times, but Regulus won’t let him come.
When Regulus moves his hand from James’ clit, James reaches, desperate, but Regulus yanks the leash again and bats his hand away. “This is the problem. You don’t listen.”
“I’ll be good, Reg. I promise.” James reaches up to grip the headboard, knuckles white. “I’ll be so good for you, baby. Do whatever you say.”
Regulus glares. Damn him, for knowing exactly what to say to make Regulus’ cock twitch. To make him need, so much so that his self-control shatters and he’s fucking into James with the sort of reckless control he’s come to learn James loves.
“You promise?” Regulus asks, lips against James’ ear. He’s so close, has a hand between them urging James to the edge with him. “Promise me, James.”
James grins, cries out when he comes, body trembling and fingers clawing at taut muscle when Regulus spills inside him. “So good, love. I promise.”