Regulus enters their bedroom, his eyes sparkling in the low light of the bedside lamp and a devilish smirk etched on his face that can only mean one thing. James immediately sits up in bed and discards his Quidditch magazine, ready for whatever his husband is planning. Whoever said married life was boring clearly has never been involved with someone like Regulus.
He crawls on the bed and grabs James by the back of his neck, pulling him in to a passionate kiss. James gasps at the unexpected intensity of it and Regulus took the opportunity to slide his tongue into his mouth. They fall back down to the bed, the side of their heads hitting the pillows and James wholeheartedly believes he would be the luckiest man in the world if he can do this every day for the rest of his life. Having Regulus is the best feeling. This man is unpredictable in the best way, always surprising him and, after years of being insulted and pushed away, finally breaking through his icy exterior, James knows him better than anyone in the world. He knows how cold and mean he can be, and loves him because of it. That isn’t to say James doesn’t stand up for himself, or other people, but this is just the sort of person Regulus is. This is the man he fell in love with. And James would do just about anything to have him in any way, whether he is his husband or enemy, whether they are fucking so loud the neighbours give them dirty looks for the next week or just kissing. He is happy as long as Regulus is happy and in his life.
James’ hands - which have been roaming Regulus' body under his jumper, touching every inch of him he can - are suddenly thrust away from the warm skin they were touching. He lets out a high-pitched moan as Regulus pushes him onto his back and pins his hands above his head before seizing his lips once more. Regulus’ lips trail across his jaw, down his neck and his hands release James’, tugging his top over his head. James’ breath hitches as his tongue slides down his stomach, and he removes his boxers.
“Look at you, baby,” Regulus coos. “You’re already hard for me.”
James is not at all embarrassed about the noise that escapes his mouth, not when he is being touched by cold, soft hands, expertly moving up and down. The coolness of silver rings is replaced by the warmth of Regulus’ mouth. James’ breathless gasps become louder as Regulus starts gagging, taking his full length. James fists his hair, black curls silky and soft, and guides him. Wanting to fuck his husband’s mouth, he thrusts his hips up, but Regulus roughly pushes them back down. He looks up at James, tears streaming down his face from the cock in his throat. He has never looked more beautiful. God, he could come from just that look alone - he feels he is about to. He opened his mouth to say as such when Regulus climbs out of bed.
James whines. He was so close. “I need a shower,” Regulus says nonchalantly before leaving the room.
That fucking bastard. How dare he?
When he reaches the bathroom, Regulus has already stripped off all his clothes and is waiting for the shower to warm up. James grabs his arm and spins him around, their lips crashing together in a hot mess of teeth and saliva.
Regulus pulls away and places James’ glasses on the counter, holding James’ hand as he guides him into the shower after him. Their chests are pressed against one another, hot water drenching both of them. Somehow, between the lack of glasses and water clouding his vision, he manages to see a dildo stuck on the wall. Regulus grins as he holds open his arse and slides back with ease. James’ heart pounds in his chest at the scene before him. At how Regulus fucks himself right in front of him. How can he do that so effortlessly without prep? Unless- Oh, that’s why he looked like that when he entered their bedroom.
James kisses his wet lips as he pushes into Regulus’ cunt, gently rocking his hips back and forth. “Harder,” he murmurs.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” James whispers against his ear. “Not with that thing also inside you.”
“Please, Jamie,” Regulus begs. “I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”
He trusts his husband when he says that, and he can’t ever resist that nickname. He thrusts into him, moving forward as Regulus moves backwards onto the toy. James holds his waist tight enough to bruise as Regulus’ fervent touching of his back turns into scratching. And if James felt good before, with his husband sucking him off in a way that he knows makes him feral, there are no words to describe how he feels now. Not with the beautiful sounds Regulus is making. He leans forward, biting James’ shoulder and he doesn’t know how much longer he can last. He wants to make it good for Reg, but his body doesn’t cooperate. His fingers dig further into Regulus’ waist as heat pools in his stomach. “Reg, I- I’m gonna-” he doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence, coming inside of him. But Regulus continues fucking himself, and, James, dazed, is in awe watching as his husband curses up a storm when he reaches his climax.
Under the hot water, the two of them cling together as they regain their breaths. James turns the temperature of the shower down - both covered in sweat despite the water - and starts cleaning them up. Regulus takes longer to start moving, but he eases himself of the dildo and wraps his arms around James’ neck. “I love you,” his breath tickles his ear.
“I love you too,” James smiles softly. “May I ask what…inspired all this?”
“Do I need a reason to have sex with my husband?”
“Not at all,” James laughs. “And I am certainly not complaining.”
“Good,” Regulus replies and looks up at him, water droplets clinging to his impossibly long eyelashes. “Ready for round two?”
And who is James to refuse?