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Regulus is supposed to be studying. He has an exam tomorrow that’s left him perpetually stressed and might be leading to premature hair loss. He doesn’t have time for this.

The problem is James is incredibly persuasive—and his tongue ever more so.

“Right there,” hisses Regulus, reaching up to wrap his fingers around the edge of a bookshelf. He grinds his hips forward, uses his other hand to pull James in, and has to bite back a moan when James, ever the eager lover, adjusts his angle of attack so his whole face, from nose to chin, buries itself in Regulus’ cunt.

This is…not the place for Regulus to have one leg hooked over James’ shoulder, pant legs hanging from his ankle. Sure, it’s the fourth floor and the Ancient Languages section, which means no one is coming by any time soon. But it’s also the main campus library, there are hundreds of students on the floors below them, and James has just sucked on Regulus’ clit like a lollipop.

“Fuck,” he groans, wincing when James’ mouth makes an obscenely wet sound. If there’s anyone within five stacks of here, they’ll have heard. “Be quiet.”

“Sorry, baby,” James murmurs, but it’s with his mouth still pressed against soaked folds. “I just missed you. Needed a taste.”

“This is more than a taste.”

James huffs a laugh, and Regulus’ knees threaten to buckle. “Fair. Maybe I needed the whole meal. ” He hooks a hand under Regulus’ thigh, urging him to hike his leg up over James’ other shoulder. “You know long practices get me starving.”

“Fucking hell.” Regulus lets his head fall back against the shelves when James’ licks turn to long, languid strips. He’s hovering in midair, supported only James’ shoulders and the large hands clutching at his ass.

Some days, like today, James opts for a strict no hands rule. He becomes obsessed with the need to devour with tongue and teeth alone. Regulus thinks he’s more insatiable this way. He licks and sucks and nips, his tongue dipping in and out of Regulus’ entrance with wild enthusiasm. He moans low, and the vibrations travel right through Regulus until he’s shivering.

“Reg, baby,” James murmurs, pulling back just enough to look up with glassy eyes. His glasses are slightly askew on his nose, and his chin is wet. “Come.”

Regulus shivers at the command. He nods quickly, fists his hands in James’ curls to tug him forward, and squeezes his eyes shut to focus on the way James’ tongue takes him apart. It swirls around his clit, dips in and out of him, flattens and pushes and oh, Regulus’ thighs are starting to shake.

“James,” he bites out, hips undulating of their own accord. “James, I’m—”

He breaks like a wave cresting on a shore, his orgasm ripping through him without warning. He whines low when he feels James’ tongue dip inside, gathering every little bit before he hums, swallows, carries on. Because once is never enough, and James will make Regulus come no less than three more times before he allows him to return to his studies.

“Fuck me,” Regulus breathes, his desperation rising. “Now. Now, James.”

James pauses to look up at him with wide eyes. “Baby, it’s—”

“The library. Yes, I know. So we need to make it quick.”

In the distance, someone laughs. Regulus barely hears them. James lets him down, doesn’t protest when Regulus pushes him back on the carpet. He makes a point not to think about doing this in a public place; he’s already bare from the waist down.

At this point, it’s better to full send on their debauchery than pretend they’re anything other than obsessed with each other.

Regulus yanks at James’ sweatpants, grinning when his cock springs free. It’s full, leaking from the tip, and curved up to his stomach.

“It’s almost like you couldn’t wait to have me,” Regulus teases, straddling James’ hips. He laughs softly when he grinds down, but it trails into a moan when the head of James’ cock pushes against his clit.

“Seems you couldn’t want to have me,” James teases in turn, crossing his arms beneath his head. “Go on, love. Ride it. I know you’re desperate for it.”

“I am not.”

“You look a little desperate to me.”

Regulus makes a face, but he doesn’t have it in him to argue anymore. He reaches to take James’ cock in hand, then sinks down on it in one smooth motion. He has to bite down on his knuckle to keep his moan tucked in his throat. Between his exams and James’ swim practices, they haven’t had time to have sex, nor have they had the energy.

So it’s ecstasy when James fills him, and Regulus’ head rolls back on his shoulders. It’s a moment of yes, yes, yes before he remembers where they are—and how violently public this is. He’ll need to make this quick, and for that, he’ll need to pull out all of the stops.

His thighs burn with the effort of each movement as he rides James. He curls his hands around James’ thighs and sits back, mouth slack as he shifts up and down in rapid succession. James keeps his hands to himself; he likes to watch Regulus do this, bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

“God, baby, you’re pretty,” James murmurs, shifting up to meet Regulus when he drops down. The sound is obscene, and Regulus shoots him a warning look.

“No moving.”

“Sorry, love.” But James doesn’t sound apologetic in the slightest, and his grin is far too knowing. Still, he does a decent job of keeping his groans low and quiet, even as Regulus pulls him to his peak. Only then does he reach to settle his hands on Regulus’ waist. “Baby,” he warns, “I’m not—”

“Inside.”

James groans, but he nods.

“There’s no point if you don’t fill me up.”

“Oh, Christ.”

Regulus whines when James rubs a thumb over his clit in tight, skilled circles. It’s only seconds, exactly what he needs, and then he’s falling once more. He shudders from head to toe, teeth close to breaking the skin on his knuckle as he tries to hold himself together.

“Good, baby. So good, fuck. So tight and wet.”

Regulus wants to tell him to cut it out—he’s too loud, and they’re risking it all like this. But then James is adjusting, getting his feet under him so he can fuck up into Regulus, and it’s too damn good to tell him no. Not when he hears James grunt, feels the telltale twitch inside him.

“Shit,” James hisses, rhythm stuttering as he comes. Regulus feels the warmth and grins, a laugh building in his throat. How is he ever going to get his studying done now? “You, little fucking menace, come here.”

A soft yelp when James hoists him forward, gets hands under his thighs, and—

“James,” he admonishes when a tongue brushes through his folds again. “You’re being—Oh, my God.”

“Dessert,” is the only reply, and Regulus can do little more than let himself be consumed again, and again, until James looks so thoroughly fucking ruined that Regulus isn’t sure they’ll be able to hide this.

When Regulus is finally so overstimulated he can’t stop shaking, James lets him go. He falls back against the bookshelves with a whine, and reaches between his legs. “I’m a fucking mess.”

James wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand. “Hey, at least you won’t have to sit there with your legs crossed, worried if you’re gonna leak cum all over your pants.” He laughs when Regulus reaches out to whack his arm weakly. “Sorry, love. I just missed you the last few days.”

“You couldn’t have sent flowers like most boyfriends?”

“You got my note, didn’t you?”

Regulus rolls his eyes. “I did. That’s why we’re here.”

James beams. “That was a very special note. Poured my whole heart into it, I swear.”

“I know. I’m sure it took quite a bit of romantic effort to write, ‘Meet me upstairs so I can eat you out.’”

“I would’ve added ‘Love, James’ at the end, but I ran out of time.”

Regulus sighs and yanks on his joggers. He deflates against the bookshelves again. “I don’t think I can move. You’re going to have to carry me downstairs.”

“Your brother is going to know immediately.”

“You can run fast, right?”

“Not that fast.”

Regulus huffs a laugh. “We’ll just tell him we were having a deep and riveting discussion about Ancient Greek.”

“I’ve got cum all over my face.”

“Who’s fault is that?”

“Who’s fault is that?” James mimics, getting to his feet. Still in a mockery of Regulus’ voice, he continues, “Of course I appreciate your incredible tongue, James. I’d write epics about it. Sonnets.” He hauls Regulus to his feet and bends down so Regulus can jump on his back. “And your dick? Don’t even get me started on that. Maybe I’ll write a seven book series and—”

Regulus whacks him a little harder this time. “Okay, okay. I get the point.”

“You’d better be ready to get off when we get downstairs. My life is on the line here.”

“Like I said: who’s fault is that?”

“Trust me, love. I know it’s all mine.”