After a party
Regulus looked up, catching James‘ gaze, and the smile grew into a knowing smirk. He flicked the power switch, and the music sputtered to a halt, leaving the air thick with the scent of spilled alcohol and the promise of things left unsaid. „You’re not heading out yet?“ he asked, his voice a caress in the quiet.
James took a step closer, the floorboards creaking under his weight. „I’ve had enough of the party,“ he replied, his eyes never leaving Regulus’s. „What about you?“
Regulus’s smirk turned into a grin as he straightened up. „I was just waiting for the right company to leave with.“ He took James‘ hand, lacing their fingers together, and led him through the darkened hallway. The touch was electric, a silent conversation that had been building between them all night, finally finding voice in the solitude of the empty house.
As they reached the door to James‘ room, Regulus paused, his thumb tracing the pad of James‘ palm. „Are you sure?“ he murmured, his breath hot against James‘ ear.
James nodded, his pulse racing. „More than sure,“ he whispered back, and with a gentle tug, they stepped over the threshold.
The room was a mess of discarded clothes and half-empty bottles, a testament to the wild night they’d had. The bed, unmade and inviting, beckoned them closer, the shadows playing across the sheets hinting at the passion that was about to unfold. Regulus’s hand found the hem of James‘ shirt, pulling it up and over his head in one swift movement, revealing the expanse of James‘ chest, muscles defined by the moonlight spilling in through the window.
James‘ own hands weren’t idle, fumbling with the buttons of Regulus’s shirt, eager to feel the warmth of his skin. Their eyes remained locked, a dance of desire that had been choreographed over weeks of glances and stolen touches. When the last button was undone, James pushed the fabric off Regulus’s shoulders, exposing the tapestry of tattoos that adorned his torso. They stumbled backward onto the bed, their bodies tangling together, a symphony of need and want that had been building to this crescendo.
Their kisses grew more urgent, more demanding, as they explored each other’s bodies, the roughness of their jeans a stark contrast to the softness of their skin. James‘ hands roamed over Regulus’s back, feeling the ridge of his spine, the firmness of his muscles. Regulus’s own hands traced the contours of James‘ chest, teasing his nipples into hard peaks before moving lower, his fingertips brushing the waistband of James‘ pants.
The air grew hotter, charged with the energy of two bodies discovering each other for the first time. They broke apart just long enough for James to unbuckle Regulus’s belt, the zipper of his pants whispering open to reveal the erection straining against the fabric. Regulus groaned into James‘ mouth as their hands met again, the friction of their arousal sending sparks through their bodies. The world outside the room faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the rhythm of their breaths and the pounding of their hearts.
James‘ hand found ist way to Regulus’s cock, wrapping around the velvety heat and squeezing gently. Regulus’s hips jerked in response, and he moaned against James‘ mouth. Their kisses grew deeper, tongues exploring and claiming, as they worked together to rid themselves of the last barriers between them. The sound of fabric sliding over skin was like a siren’s call, urging them onward into the storm of passion that awaited.
Regulus’s hands were equally busy, unbuttoning James‘ pants and pushing them down to expose his own erection. He took James in hand, stroking him with a firmness that made James‘ toes curl. They moved in unison, a silent symphony of pleasure, each touch and stroke a promise of what was to come. Their bodies rocked together, hips grinding against each other, as the tension grew tauter, like a bowstring pulled to ist breaking point.
Finally, they could stand it no longer. Regulus reached for the nightstand, fumbling in the drawer until his hand closed around a bottle of lubricant. With trembling fingers, he unscrewed the cap and squeezed a generous amount onto James‘ hand. The coolness of it was a shock against James‘ fevered skin, and he sucked in a sharp breath as Regulus’s hand guided his to his own ass, pressing the slickness in gentle circles. The anticipation was exquisite, the moment stretching out like a tightrope they were about to walk together.
James‘ thumb slid in easily, the tightness giving way to a warm embrace that had Regulus’s eyes rolling back in his head. James watched him, memorizing every gasp and shudder, his own arousal reaching a fever pitch. He added another finger, and then another, scissoring them gently to prepare Regulus for what was to come. Regulus’s breaths grew ragged, his hips pushing back to meet James‘ hand, the trust and need in his eyes undeniable.
The moment was ripe, the air thick with it, and James knew they couldn’t wait any longer. He positioned himself at Regulus’s entrance, the tip of his cock nudging against the slickness. He paused, looking for any sign of hesitation, but all he found was a desperate plea in Regulus’s gaze. With a deep, steadying breath, James pushed in, feeling the tight heat envelop him as they became one.
Regulus’s nails dug into James‘ shoulders as he bit back a cry, the sensation overwhelming him. James stilled, giving him a moment to adjust, before beginning to move. Slow at first, then faster, as Regulus’s body began to respond, his muscles relaxing and clenching around James in an intoxicating rhythm. They found their tempo, a dance that was both new and familiar, as if their bodies had known each other’s secrets all along.
Their movements grew more frantic, hips slamming together, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the room. They were a tapestry of need and lust, their breaths mingling in the darkness as they approached the precipice of pleasure. James could feel Regulus tightening around him, and he knew they were close. He reached between them, taking Regulus’s cock in hand, stroking in time with their frenzied lovemaking.
Their climax was a shared exclamation, a shout of release that seemed to shake the very foundation of the house. They came together, bodies trembling, hearts racing, their connection unbreakable in that moment of pure, unbridled ecstasy. As the waves of pleasure ebbed, they collapsed into a tangle of limbs, their breaths mingling in the aftermath.
The room grew quiet once more, the only sounds their panting and the occasional creak of the old bedframe. They lay there, not speaking, the weight of their confessions and desires finally lifted. They had crossed a line, entered into a new chapter of their relationship, and as James looked into Regulus’s eyes, he knew that nothing would ever be the same again. But for now, all that mattered was the warmth of the body beside him, the stickiness of their mingled sweat, and the sweet taste of their kisses lingering on the air.
The world outside could wait. For tonight, they had each other, and that was all that mattered. James rolled onto his side, pulling Regulus closer, their legs tangling together. He kissed his neck, feeling the throb of his pulse under his lips, the sticky warmth of their bodies a stark contrast to the cooling air in the room. Regulus sighed contentedly, his hand idly tracing patterns on James‘ chest, his eyes closed in bliss.
They lay there, basking in the afterglow of their passion, their hearts slowly returning to a normal rhythm. The occasional giggle or sigh passed between them, punctuating the quiet. James felt a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with their recent exertions; it was a warmth of the soul, a feeling of belonging that he hadn’t experienced in a very long time. He knew he’d found something special in Regulus, something that went beyond the physical.
As the minutes ticked by, the silence grew comfortable, a blanket of intimacy that wrapped around them like a second skin. They didn’t need words to communicate the depth of their feelings; their actions had spoken louder than any conversation ever could. James felt his eyelids growing heavy, the pull of sleep beckoning him into ist embrace. He didn’t resist, knowing that he was safe here, in this cocoon of warmth and love.
But before he could drift off, Regulus spoke, his voice a low murmur in the quiet. „We should talk,“ he said, his eyes still closed. James stiffened slightly, his heart skipping a beat. What if Regulus regretted what they’d done? What if he didn’t feel the same way? But when Regulus looked at him, his eyes were open, filled with a softness that melted James‘ fears away. „About us,“ he clarified, his thumb brushing over James‘ cheekbone. „What happens now.“
James took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew that talking about feelings wasn’t his strong suit, but he also knew that if he wanted this to last, he had to be honest. „I don’t know,“ he admitted. „But I do know that I don’t want this to be a one-time thing.“ Regulus’s smile was like the sun breaking through the clouds, and James felt himself relax. „Me neither,“ Regulus said, his voice filled with relief. „So let’s figure it out, together.“
And with that, they drifted off into sleep, their bodies entwined like the branches of two strong trees that had grown together over time, supporting each other through every storm. The dawn would bring new beginnings, new challenges, and maybe even new love. But for now, all they had was the warmth of their bodies and the promise of tomorrow. And it was enough.