skirt
“And where do you think you’re going dressed like that?”
Regulus freezes in the hallway. He turns his head slowly, a mischievous smile curling the corners of his pretty mouth. “Out.”
“Out.” James leans back in his desk chair. “Out with…?”
“Sirius.”
“Ah. And where are they taking you?”
Regulus shrugs. “Out.”
“A bar?”
“Out.”
“You’re not twenty-one until next month.”
“But I can still go out.”
“Baby,” James drawls, “come here.”
“No.” Regulus leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Tell me you like my outfit first.”
James grits his teeth. Of course he likes it. He loves it. His cock stirred in interest the second Regulus stepped within sight, and he’s painfully hard now. “You know I love that skirt. Those fucking stockings. God, that little bellybutton ring. Come here.”
Regulus bites his bottom lip to hold his smile at bay. He steps into James’ office, beat up old Docs heavy on the wood floors. He settles between James’ legs, hands on his shoulders. “You didn’t pay any attention to me today.”
“I’m sorry, baby. You know work has been killing me.”
“I miss you, daddy.” Regulus trails long, slim fingers along James’ thighs. He’s in joggers, doesn’t need to be in a full suit for Zoom meetings, and Regulus grips his cock through the thin material. “But now it’s time for you to miss me.”
James growls low in his throat, hooks his hands behind Regulus’ knees and pulls. Hauls Regulus into his lap and has hands under that damned skirt in a second. “Call Sirius and tell him you’re busy.”
“No.” Regulus says it, but he lets James kiss him. Filthy, open-mouthed kisses. Needy kisses. I miss you kisses. James’ hands on every inch of Regulus he can reach, touching touching always touching. “I’ll be back before eleven.”
“You said that last time.” James nips at his bottom lip. “Then came home at two in the morning.”
“I promise this time, daddy. I do.” Regulus rolls his hips, and James groans at the pressure against his cock. He smacks Regulus’ ass once, twice, and he moans. Something filthy and just for James.
James nuzzles under his jaw. “Stay, baby. I’ll give you so much attention. Make you feel so good, I swear.”
Slim fingers circle his wrist, bringing his hand around to the cleft of Regulus’ ass. At first, he doesn’t understand. But then he feels it—no underwear, and the smooth glass of a plug in Regulus’ hole.
James chokes, “What’s this?”
“I’m not going anywhere.” Regulus grins crooked and sly as a fox. “I just wanted to play with you a little.”
“Sirius—?”
“They’re out with Remus. Date night. It’s Friday. Did you forget?” Regulus ducks his head to nip at James’ ear. “It’s our date night, too.”
James groans, realizing how much time he’s lost to work. “Oh, baby, I’m so sorry. Let me just—”
Regulus shakes his head. He reaches behind him, and with an obscene moan, pulls the plug from his ass. Then he’s standing and James is watching, this beautiful creature in complete control of him, while Regulus shimmies his joggers down, smiles when his leaking cock springs free, and it’s Regulus’ hand in a desk drawer searching, then finding. Lube in a hand, soft palm on James, and Regulus climbs back in his lap.
“Fill me up, daddy, and finish your work.” Regulus grins down at him, gray eyes darkening with each passing second. He reaches back to grip James’ cock, stroking it languidly.
“Fuck,” James breathes, head falling back. “You’re a menace.”
“You love me this way.”
Then it’s tight, wet heat, and James’ eyes roll back in his head. There aren’t words to describe how it feels to sink into Regulus; it never gets old. He’s fully sheathed, their bodies flush, and Regulus doesn’t move.
“Let me fuck you, love,” James says, reaching for him.
But Regulus shakes his head. Pure bliss on his face when he adjusts, James’ cock buried deep inside him still. “No. Finish your work first. Just here to keep you warm.”
Despite this, James shivers. His whole body attuned to the feel of Regulus around him, over him, against him. Kissing him, lips so soft against his neck when Regulus settles in his lap, hips rolling in minute strokes. Just enough for James to clench his hand in the fabric of Regulus’ skirt in desperation.
He finishes his work in record time. Faster than he would have, probably. And then he fucks Regulus in his chair, on the desk, against a giant window overlooking Manhattan, and again on the stairs to their bedroom.
When they’re finished and curled together in the aftermath, James tucks Regulus in close against his chest. Kisses his forehead, curls stuck to sweat-slicked skin, and says, “I’m sorry I’ve been so busy. But I love you. You know that, right?”
“I know, daddy.” Regulus yawns, his fingers flexing over James’ heart. “I love you, too.”