James Potter found himself hopelessly and endlessly devoted to Regulus Black.
Though they had been dating for only a bit over four months, James was pretty sure he was falling for him.
He could envision a future for them, a real future that felt almost tangible. A future with pets and a house and maybe a kid or two somewhere far in the future, if that was something that was in the cards for them.
Regulus had come to him in the most peculiar of times, grew on him like a weed, roots deep and nearly impossible to rid himself of, even if he wanted to, which he very much did not.
When he had first seen the man in their English Composition course, he had to pinch himself to check he wasn’t going mad.
He had the same sleek beauty poets could compare to Adonis.
The way the sun caught him at that moment lit his whole being, made his grey-blue eyes go bright and his dark curls create small shadows along the planes of his face.
He made it his mission to at least meet that man if it was the last thing he did.
And so, he began carrying out his plan, attempting to court the man, complimenting him, engaging in conversation whenever possible.
They exchanged numbers and began talking, sharing bits and pieces of their lives with the other, showing each other things that they know will interest them, hanging out together whenever they had free time.
After weeks of walking in circles around each other, James decided to finally bite the bullet and ask him out.
Regulus said yes, much the the excitement of James.
They did go through a bit of a rough patch a the start of their relationship when James wanted to introduce Regulus to his friends, one of which just happens to be his estranged brother.
Tensions were high, and things happened, but the brothers’ bond was on the mend and actively getting stronger everyday.
It was hard at first, but their relationship had been smooth sailing ever since.
Regulus was the ideal boyfriend, really.
He had been nothing but supportive of his transness, reaffirming him whenever he needed it.
He was there to care for him whenever he got too wrapped up in caring about everyone else that he forgets to care for himself too.
He was always planning dates that never failed to be perfectly what James’ needed that day, a quiet picnic or a swim in the lake, a night of stargazing or a night of partying.
And, just the same, James was there for Reg when he got stuck in his head, when his thoughts overwhelmed him.
He was there to reassure him whenever they fought and Regulus was sure that he was going to leave him because that’s what everyone else had done.
He was there for him when he got so into his course work that he forgot to eat or drink anything for hours.
That was just his problem though.
Regulus was so, so bloody wonderful.
And James had desires, thoughts that he couldn’t bring himself to say out loud to anyone, let alone his beautiful boyfriend.
Not to say that their sex life was non-exhistent or unfulfilling, because that was the last word he would ever use to describe anything between him and Regulus, but there was something missing, a piece that he could most assuredly survive without, but it would be oh so much better with.
Regulus took care of him, took him apart layer by layer until he was exposed and fragile, all the while whispering praise in his ear like sweet poetry written by Shakespeare himself.
It was not secret or surprise that James Potter had a praise kink, but there was something else, something he would never tell anyone.
He also had a raging degradation kink and thoroughly enjoyed pet play.
He could never tell Regulus about his wants, what if he found him disgusting? Or worse, what if he left him, found his desires to be too much, too gross?
Which brought him to the current moment, fucked out already despite barely having started, handling his own needs before Regulus was to come over.
He had dark brown ears pinned into his curls of the same shade, a pretty red collar with a silver tag reading “slut” that can be pulled to choke him adorning his throat, and a butt plug with a tail that matched his hair filling him to the brim.
He felt oh so pretty, and oh so good.
He was stretching himself out, fingering himself with the hand that wasn’t restrained by a handcuff to his headboard.
He felt stuffed to the brim, three fingers entering and exiting his hole in quick succession.
It had been so long since he had been able to do this, so long since he had the time, and he was going to savor every moment of it.
He reached up with his thumb, fingers still thrusting in and out of his cunt, and rubbed harshly at his clit.
He was planning to milk orgasm after orgasm out of himself, satisfying himself to the fullest.
After moments of rubbing and mentally degrading himself, he came.
White hot pleasure coursed through his body, he trembled like a leaf in the wind as he drew his orgasm out.
His vision whited out momentarily and his chest rose up and down as he gasped for air.
In his post orgasmic haze, he didn’t register Regulus entering his flat and calling out for him.
He was so overcome by pure pleasure that he wasn’t sure it would have mattered either way.
When his body stopped shaking enough for him to move, he reached for one of the toys haphazardly lying on his bed, grasping a girthy green dildo.
Just as he reached for it though, Regulus walked through his bedroom doorway.
“Jam-,” he went wide eyed at the scene before him, his beautiful boyfriend all tied up and collared, his pussy weeping.
“No, no, Reg, this isn’t what it looks like,” he said as he tossed the dildo to the side and scrambled to find the key for the hand cuff.
Regulus was so shocked that he didn’t move for a moment, not coming back to himself and the situation until he noticed tears gleaming in his lovers eyes and his hands reaching up to unclip the ears from his hair.
“No,” he ordered in a stern voice.
James obeyed his command.
“W-What?” he asked, voice picking up in pitch.
“Keep them on, Baby,” he said with a gleam in his eyes, walking forwards like a predator approaching his prey.
“I. What?”
“You look gorgeous, Baby.”
“You’re not, I don’t know, grossed out? Disgusted with me? I understand if you want to break up with me. I wouldn’t blame you. But I promise that I wouldn’t ever ask you to do anything like this. I know it’s weird.”
By the time James finished his rambling, Regulus had made it to the bed, his knees flush with the mattress.
This isn’t what he expected when he came early to surprise James, but, by god if he wasn’t elated with the discovery.
He brought his hands up to pull James close, mouthing at his throat, running his hands over his boyfriend’s hips.
“It’s not gross, Baby. You look so pretty. My gorgeous boy.”
“You really mean it?”
“Of course I do, Jamie. My pretty boy. I’m so turned on right now.”
James let out a groan at that.
“Look at that collar. Is this all for me?”
“All you for, Reg. No one else.”
“As much as I love this, we need to talk first. Safe words, what you’re into, what you’re not. No judgement, Sweetheart, I promise. I just need to know how to best pleasure you.”
“You promise you won’t find me gross?”
“I promise.”
“I think the stoplight system could be good, and I, um, like pet play, as you could probably tell.”
“Mhm, keep going,” Regulus whispered in his ear as he slowly dragged his finger to his wet clit.
“I, mmm, like degradation. Like, oh gods, names and stuff. I like choking and spit too. Gods, it’s so hot, makes me feel so claimed,” he said, throwing his head back as Regulus plunges his fingers into his still tight hole.
“Good boy. Anything else?”
“N-no,” he says shakily.
“Okay then. Let me take care of you, Puppy. Don’t hesitate to safeword,” he warned.
All James could bring himself to do was nod his head jerkily.
Regulus grabbed his jaw between his hand, “Open,” he said.
James dutifully did as he was told.
Regulus waited only a moment before spitting directly into the open mouth in front of him.
“Now swallow.”
James did as such, letting out a loud moan, staring wide at his lover.
“My pretty puppy. Beg for me,” he said pulling his fingers out of James.
“Please, Reg, touch me, fuck me,” he begged, thrusting his hips forwards, desperate for any kind of stimulation.
Regulus had his hands around James’ hips in a death grip, forcing him to keep still.
“No, silly boy,” he said, shaking his head in faux disappointment, “Puppies don’t talk. They don’t know how, unless they are safe wording.”
James let out a long, drawn out whine at that, hoping to convey his apology.
“It’s ok, Puppy. I know your horny brain can’t think straight right now.”
He let out a bark at that.
As his hips began to thrust again, Regulus slowly lowered James back until he was lying flush with the mattress again, making his decent down his body with firmly pressed kisses.
He avoided where James wanted him most, nipping at his thighs. He bit down hard on the inner of them, just shy of his pussy.
James let out a needy moan.
He ran his fingers along his along his hips and his stomach, before slowly placing his mouth where James needed him the most, right on that needly little spot.
There was something about the way Regulus was still fully dressed while James had not a single article of clothing on, something about this power imbalance that made his head spin.
He tenderly licked through his fold, plunging a tongue into his hole before sucking his clit back into his mouth.
He repeated the motion over and over until James began to flex his thighs and stomach, a tale-tell sign of his approaching climax.
He removed his mouth from James, saliva mixed with James’ wetness dripping down his face.
“Don’t cum until I say you can.”
James let out a pathetic whine at that, but conceded none-the-less.
Regulus was in charge of him, his owner.
He would be a good boy and listen for him.
Regulus brought his mouth back up to James’ torso, leaving sloppy kisses along his chest and collarbones, allowing James to calm back down.
He let out moans that were quite possibly the loudest Regulus had ever heard out of him.
This was so much better than when he was alone, so much better than he could’ve ever expected.
They brought their lips together in a passionate kiss, and James couldn’t help but salivate at the taste of himself and Reg on his tongue.
No matter what else James liked, kissing his partners had always been his favorite things.
Something about the passion and intimacy of it always got him choked up.
He was so overcome by love and devotion that he felt himself become more pliant under Regulus’ touch.
As if he felt this change in James, Regulus broke away their kiss, their lips connected by a string even after they separated.
“Are you ok, Baby?” he whispered in his ear.
He nodded fervently.
“Please, please, Reg, please.”
“I’ve got you, Baby,” he said, punctuating the sentence with a lightly placed kiss to his temple.
Whether Regulus had forgotten James wasn’t supposed to be talking or if he was just simply ignoring it, James didn’t know, but he wasn’t going to mention it if Reg wasn’t.
Attaching himself to James’ chest once again, and wrapping his lips around James nipples, kissing along his top surgery scars, he began stretching James out, pushing in two fingers.
Regulus immediately started thrusting them in and out of James, languishing in the sounds emitting from his boyfriend’s mouth.
James had already used his fingers when he brought himself to his peak the first time, but Regulus’ fingers were quite a bit bigger than his own, make him feel like he was being torn apart.
”You’re so pretty. My beautiful boy.”
James’ moans started getting louder then, his mind under a foggy haze of sex.
After a while, he inserted another finger, watching as he stretched around them.
The stretch was always absolutely obscene and vulgar and undoubtedly one of the hottest things Regulus thinks he’s ever seen in his 21 years on Earth.
Prepping James was comparable to fucking him, if you asked Regulus.
The way James always came apart underneath his gaze, being tethered to Earth seemingly only by the slew of praise being whispered in his ears.
The sounds his makes, gods, his sounds. The flush of his tan skin, the wet noise of his fingers deep inside of his lover.
It was moments like these that made him truly grateful for James’ presence.
Obviously he loved everything about him and he would be content with never having sex if that’s what James wanted, but the pure knowledge that he was the only person allowed to see him like this, the only person allowed to take him apart like this? That he was the person James chose for this?
The very thought drove him crazy.
“All mine,” he practically growled.
”All yours,” James whimpered.
”I’m going to fuck you now, James. Going to put my cock in you,” he growled as he pulled his fingers from the wet heat and flipped James onto his hands and knees.
James felt the mattress rise indicating that Regulus had stood, and he heard the tale tell metal sounds of his belt being undone along with the sound of fabric hitting his hardwood floors.
James was dripping in anticipation, practically shaking waiting for him to give him attention after a promise like that.
Regulus had fucked him before, but never like this, never with him as his puppy.
The beg dipped near his knees, and he felt something hard against his entrance, gently sitting there but never pushing in.
Just as he was about to begin whining, Regulus guided his dick into his hole and slammed into him with no warning, just as he knew James liked, gripping onto his sweat soaked hips and reaching up to choke him with his collar.
”You feel so good, Puppy. So tight for me. Such a good slut.”
James barely heard him over the chorus of euphoria filling his very being.
He felt so loved, so utterly claimed.
His vision was blacking out, adding to his pure ecstasy.
The dual sensation of being choked and being filled so wonderfully was bordering on too much.
Just as he teetered on the verge of passing out and tipping over his peak, Regulus slowed his movements.
“Don’t cum without permission, Jamie. Be my good boy,” he crooned, nuzzling at James’ neck.
He let out a long whimpering moan at that, a noise of desperation that originated somewhere deep in his soul.
Just as Regulus began thrusting again, he reached down to James plug.
He pulled it out until the widest part of it was stretching his rim, before immediately thrusting back in, repeating this over and over until James was writhing under him.
“Cum for me, Baby. Good boy. Such a good slut for me. You can do it,” Regulus encouraged, wanting to see his boy come undone by his hands.
All James was waiting for was permission, already at the edge.
White, hot pleasure washed over him for the second time that day, making his legs shake and eyes prickle as he rode his edge.
His eyes began to water as the overstimulation slowly became too much, but he loved every minute of it.
Nothing ever made him feel better than giving pleasure to his partner.
He felt so used and degraded, but he still somehow felt Regulus’ love for him drip into each thrust.
The juxtaposition of the feelings Regulus was instilling into him was sending him reeling.
“I’m close, James. So close. You feel so good. So tight around me. Oh, gods. I love you, James. I love you. I love you. So good,” he groaned, filling James’ hole with warm, thick cum.
Regulus collapsed on top of him almost immediately, and he took solace in the solid weight on top of him, grounding him to the moment and slowly getting rid of his floaty feeling.
Sweaty and spent, James felt the exhaustion seep into his marrow, and it didn’t take long for him to drift off into a blissful slumber.
When he woke up, he was clean and dressed in a pair of Reg’s boxers, tail, ears, and collar all safely tucked away in James’ drawer.
He felt a mass beneath, and it didn’t take him long to realize it was his boyfriend’s sleeping form.
He let a smile spread across his face, overwhelmed at the love he had for his boyfriend.
He leaned up to place a kiss on his forehead and gently graze his cheek with his fingers, before turning to grab the glass of water on the nightstand by his bed that Regulus must’ve left for him before he fell asleep.
His loved stirred at his movements, reaching out for him.
“Come back,” he whined. Regulus was especially cuddly after sex.
”I’m just getting some water, Love.”
”Hurry then.”
James chuckled to himself, but he did move a little faster.
Once he was done, he climbed back into his bed and shoved his face into the comfort of Regulus’ neck.
Regulus immediately placed his arms in a tight grip around him, as if he would fall away if he wasn’t being weighed down by his arms.
”That was really nice, Reggie.”
”Mhm. I’m glad you liked it, Baby,” he spoke, absentmindedly stroking down the plane of his back. “We‘ll talk more about it later. Sleep now.”
And talk about it later they did.
Needless to say, that wasn’t the last of their experimentation.