Regulus
Running late to potions, with the taste of possibly the worst pumpkin muffin he had ever had in his life still stuck in his mouth, and having run into objects in his way not once, but three times in his rush to get to class, as well as having spilled his coffee, Regulus had not had a good start to his day. Which only worsened when he quite literally crashed into his absolute least favorite obstacle to interact with early in the morning—or really any time of the day—, James Potter.
James Potter with his obnoxiously warm smile and irritatingly strong and helpful hands that immediately went to steady Regulus as he stumbled backwards after slamming into James’s chest. James’s unfairly muscular chest which was partially on display since of course the idiot hadn’t fully buttoned up his shirt. Fucking uncouth of him to make Regulus deal with that first thing in the morning, Regulus thought. He scoffed at the added inconvenience.
“You alright, Reg?” James asked with genuine concern, not even a little bit bothered that Regulus had nearly knocked him over, and as always, far too familiar. He spoke to him as if they were old friends instead of begrudging acquaintances…
“I’m going to be late, I don’t have time for this, Jamie,” Regulus rolled his eyes irritably. But he hadn’t meant to slip in the nickname he only called James when they had occasional hate sex. He had meant to tack on a surly ‘Potter’, but hadn’t quite managed to do it. James had thrown him off with his own nickname, and with his strong hands on Regulus‘s waist—fingers carelessly brushing right over the dimples on the bottom of his spine—and led Regulus to make an absolutely lethal mistake.
One that he knew that James was going to tease him mercilessly for and he would never be able to live down. Regulus was already furious with him for it.
“It’s Jamie, is it?” The man in front of him raised a brow provocatively, smiled even wider because of course James would. “I thought you only called me that when you’re riding my-”
“Fuck off, I meant Potter.” Regulus cut him off as coldly as he could, stripped all the emotion from his face and prayed that James would get the message and shut the fuck up.
“Of course you did. I’m under no illusion that you don’t despise me entirely sweetheart,” James very clearly didn’t get the message and Regulus groaned internally at how the nickname made his face heat up and his heart skip a beat. But mostly it just pissed him off. James pissed him off.
“Don’t call me that,” Regulus hissed as he tried to move past him, but James caught him by the wrist before he could.
“Merlin, Potter. What?” Regulus got out exasperatedly.
“You have potions next, right? That’s the class you’re late for?” James questioned and Regulus sighed irrattlby before answering through very gritted teeth,
“Yes,” even more ticked off that the fucker knew his schedule. Of course the fucker knew his goddamn schedule. Regulus withheld himself from running a frustrated hand through his hair.
“Then come with me, I know a shortcut,” James smirked and beckoned Regulus to follow him down a corridor Regulus had never seen before and rather stupidly, perhaps because James was glistening with sweat and grinning like a helpful Adonis idiot, or perhaps because Regulus simply had no self restraint at all, Regulus followed him.
Watched James tap three different bricks at the end of the hall until another passageway appeared and instead of turning around right there like any sane person would, Regulus went with him through the hidden hallway. Got into confined quarters with James Potter of all people as if that was at all a good idea. As if he hadn’t promised himself never to do such a thing again after the last time he had done so. As if he wasn’t painfully aware of the effect that that dunce of a man had on him and wasn’t trying with all his might to stay away from giving in to Potter’s temptations.
The corridor tightened as they walked onwards and desperate to get his mind out of the gutter—and wipe the broad grin off of James’s much too cheerful face—Regulus cleared his throat to say,
“Heard you got Lily on a broom this morning.” Anything to distract from the close proximity that they were forced into, Regulus almost shivered as James’s hand brushed the bottom of his spine briefly, although James removed it when Regulus sent a harsh glare in his direction.
“Mm, on the pitch,” James acknowledged pleasantly, “why?” he cocked a brow mischievously at Regulus, “wish it was you?”
“I wish,” Regulus locked his jaw almost painfully in response, “that you would leave her alone, Potter. I don’t know what you slipped her to get her to fucking entertain you but I swear, if you hurt her-”
“What? You’ll end my bloodline? Chop my dick off? This isn’t the first of your empty threats, love,” James interrupted confidently and Regulus nearly shook with anger. What was it about this man that made him lose all semblance of self control? Regulus forced himself to repeat his mantra of ‘do not fuck him’ over and over again until his head cleared. He could not let that aggravating asshole win.
“I’m not fucking you again,” Regulus blurted instead of another threat in his friend’s defense. Frustrated beyond belief, he kicked himself internally. He had meant to threaten to do unthinkable things to Potter if he so much as laid a finger on Lily without her permission. This was exactly why he shouldn’t be in close quarters with James. It was always a bad idea. And of course he had just given James exactly what he wanted as James immediately donned a far too cocky grin that made Regulus want to both slap it off his face and get down on his knees in front of him. He cursed himself for being at all attracted to the fool.
“Sure you won’t, Reggie. Though I will miss you in my bed if that threat is at all sincere,” James spoke much too casually for Regulus’s liking.
Regulus shot James his harshest and most Black-like glare and James’s grin turned into one far too flattering for Regulus not to fold, maddeningly taunting and opposingly sincere when he added, “Have I told you how pretty you look when you’re pretending to be angry with me, sweetheart?”
Regulus had to take several steadying breaths before he turned on James with the desperate desire to change the subject.
“Potter, if you hurt Lily I will end your bloodline.” He shoved an irate and accusing hand against James’s chest in an effort to push him against a wall and knew immediately when his palm collided with warm and well defined muscle that it had been a mistake.
Regulus’s face now less than a foot within Potter’s as he held him hostage and prayed that James wouldn’t use his superior strength to put him in that position instead. But rage simmered through Regulus at being taunted by his own personal variant of the devil, though he really had intended to give James a good scare about getting involved with Lily at one point or another.
“Regulus, I’d never-” the smile finally dropped off of James’s stupidly smug face and melted into a ruffled sort of earnestness, “if you want me to leave her alone I will,” he finished genuinely.
As tempted as Regulus was by the offer he huffed and shook his head. Released James from his grip and watched him stumble to regain his footing as he continued walking forwards. It was better if Regulus didn’t have James all to himself, he determined. That was already enough of a recipe for disaster.
“If she tells you to fuck off then do,” Regulus determined gruffly. “It’s her choice.” He sped up his pace somewhat bitterly as a twinge of jealousy flooded through him. Regulus cursed himself for being jealous at all. He had never wanted Potter’s affections in the first place. There was absolutely no reason for Regulus to start wanting them now. Or to start wanting them all to himself.
They walked in silence for a while, Regulus needing a while to cool himself off from the anger and regrettable lust he had accumulated. Picturing him himself in church being criticized by his mother to get his hard on all the way down. Until James broke the boner-less peace he had achieved by speaking again.
A bit amazed when he noted, “You really would end my bloodline if I hurt her, wouldn’t you?” Regulus rolled his eyes the opposite of cordially then stared at him flatly. A silent ‘obviously, asshole’ passing between them. Merlin, James really was dumber than bricks, Regulus thought fleetingly. Wondered again why that hadn’t prevented him from finding James ludicrously attractive.
“You must care about her a lot, Reg,” James surmised as if he found Regulus’s devotion impressive. As if he saw Regulus’s devotion in the first place. Regulus gritted his teeth and only just prevented himself from stopping in his tracks. Focused more intently on putting one foot in front of the other. The sooner he got out of the seemingly endless corridor the better.
“Enough to know that you could never deserve her,” Regulus sniped, figuring it was too late to be able to deny it. Potter had already seen through him.
It wasn’t any of James’s business how he felt about Lily, but unfortunately it was far too late for that as well. Regulus forced himself to shove down yet another twinge of jealousy that he realized was on Lily’s behalf that time. He didn’t know how he felt about potentially sharing his friend’s affections with Potter. Especially if Lily truly didn’t hate James anymore. If she really had meant it when she’d told him that.
They had spent so long hating Potter together, confiding in each other in a way they could confide in no one else, and if Regulus lost that…
The end of the corridor couldn’t come soon enough, Regulus thought with a huff of annoyance. He feared if he was stuck in there much longer he would either develop a migraine or another hard on.
When a door did come into view Regulus audibly sighed in relief, practically sprinting away from the corridor and the infuriating man within it the second it was within reach.
. . .
“C’mon Lils, please let me spend my blood money,” Regulus all but whined as the bell by the door of his and Lily’s favorite independent bookstore chimed, signaling a customer walking in. A soft breeze hit the back of his neck as his friend huffed,
“I don’t need your blood money, Reg. I can buy my own books,” Lily tied her copper colored hair in a loose knot behind her head with an indignant roll of her eyes. Lily was so pretty when she was indignant… Regulus found his mind somewhat wandering.
“I know you can buy your own books. It’s not about that,” Regulus insisted as he picked up a heavy hardcover that he had seen Lily looking at then putting back down once she’d seen the price on it earlier, slyly tucking it behind his back because he knew he was starting an argument he wouldn’t win.
“You know who you’re starting to sound a lot like? Potter,” Lily shot an unconvinced glance his way and Regulus’s spine nearly went stiff at the mere mention of James’s name, Lily strategically stacking her books up as she always did. He forcibly loosened his posture while Lily swatted his hand away from where Regulus was already reaching for his credit card.
“Keep your black card in your pocket,” she demanded without any real heat, already well aware of his intentions as she examined each of her choices and decided on which ones she would have to put back.
Regulus couldn’t count how many times they had rehashed the same argument, Regulus watching Lily set a handful of books aside for another time and vehemently refusing to let him just buy them for her, for Merlin’s sake. Lily expertly anticipating him going to grab the books she had set aside and yet again swatting his hand away.
“Donate to a charity, grabby,” she leveled him with a single look, emerald eyes unwavering in their conviction.
“Fine,” Regulus grumbled in fienged defeat, not quite ready to give up yet. He waited a moment or two until Lily had turned her back and picked up the rest of the pile, waited until he was sure Lily wasn’t looking then shoved the books in with his own and determined to buy them for her, Lily’s pride be damned. He was tired of watching his best friend deprive herself of reading material to stay on budget, and he couldn’t deny that he found quite a bit of pleasure in using his asshole parent’s money to pay for them.
Regulus was nowhere near as rebellious as his older brother, but in moments like that one he liked to think Sirius would be proud of him for ‘betraying the ancient and noble house of Black’ in the small ways he could manage.
He internally thanked Merlin when Marlene Mickinnon loudly rounded the corner and distracted Lily long enough for him to sneak away to buy the books for her. Regulus stuck around long enough to hear the blonde gasp, “You won’t believe what Dorcas said to me at practice-” and note that she had new streaks of pink in her choppy, shoulder length blonde hair before he was off to the register in a blur, Lily thankfully distracted enough for the time being not to get in the way of his victory.
After a moment passed without her showing up to chastise him, Regulus even got cocky enough to have the books gift wrapped. Partly to piss Lily off, partly because he simply wanted to. Regulus silently prayed that Marlene had a decent amount of lesbian drama to catch Lily up on so he could get away with it. He’d surely hear the other side of it from Dorcas later, Regulus swore those two could have their own telenovela.
The man at the register finished wrapping everything up and Regulus dared a glance to see if Lily was still occupied before shrinking his purchases to fit in his pocket and escaping the bookstore with a grin he was sure couldn’t be any more triumphant.
. . .
His triumph didn’t last long however, as Regulus soon found himself graced with the unexpected presence of none other than Walburga and Orion Black.
A very unpleasant visit from his very unpleasant parents and several moments of severe self loathing later Regulus found himself yet again indulging his worst habit. Yet again going to James for something he could have easily gone to Barty for and telling himself as many lies as he needed to to justify lapsing in his earlier judgment.
But Regulus was far past redemption now and whatever regret he was sure that he would have afterwards couldn’t possibly compare with the world stopping release that James so expertly supplied him with.
There was something about James Potter that incessantly continued to keep Regulus coming back for more, something Regulus liked to tell himself was restricted purely to how infuriatingly good James was in bed.
How when he’d met James he could have thought that James was nothing but a moderately harmless golden retriever boy. A sappy little ray of sunshine to those who caught his eye and for the most part everyone else, but maddeningly enough, all that happy go lucky nonsense was put to an end in the bedroom. In short, Potter was only nice and sweet until he was horny. Then he turned into a merciless sex god that pushed Regulus right to his limits and back every time he had him under his thrall. That had Regulus inexplicably needy and crying out for more far too easily in a way that Regulus had found only James ever could.
And Regulus was reminded of it as he impataintly waited for James to fuck him while spread out across his bed.
But Potter took his time looking him over, eyeing the way his legs spread for him, gazing at the planes of his face. Strolled leisurely over and smoothed his hand over the globe of Regulus’s bare ass as if they had all day. Slapped the skin there hard enough to sting then cooed at Regulus when he whined from the impact.
Cooly commented, “no underwear, hm, pretty boy?” With a mix of intrigue and disapproval as he ran his thumb over Regulus’s hole lightly enough to tease then added, “must really have been needing this.”
James licked a wet stripe over where Regulus was exposed and groaned at the taste of him. Held him open with both hands then spat in Regulus’s hole with a low growl.
“Open for anyone to use like this-” James entered him with one finger and Regulus moaned at the intrusion, “-but you know who you belong to, don’t you, Reg?” James spoke roughly in his ear. Slapped his ass once again and turned one finger into two so smoothly that Regulus almost didn’t notice the change.
Couldn’t help but answer, “Y-yes, Jamie,” just to keep James curling his fingers upwards inside of him just right as he bit into his neck then smoothed his tongue over the small hurt.
“Your, ah- fingers are- ahhh- s’ big, s’ good inside me James,” Regulus mewled, haplessly arching his back, chasing more of the pleasure the person he could’ve sworn he hated gave him so freely. Scratching an itch only James could.
“Aw, reachin’ places you can’t get to on your own, aren’t I, love?” James cooed, all but taunted, and Regulus wanted to despise the fact that James was so easily on the same page. Wanted to resist more than he could ever bring himself to when James was giving him exactly what he spent his days searching for, wanted to snark at him instead of moaning,
“S-so many,” between broken and bated breaths, all too addicted and craving more of James’s boundless touches.
Regulus desperate as he cried out, “Ah, just fuck me already,” impatient and needy for more than just Potter’s fingers. For more than the stilling of James’s movements he got merely a second after the words left his mouth.
James sugary sweet as he scolded, “Rude little whores don’t tend to get their way sweetheart. Ask nicely,” the man pulled his fingers out and licked a stripe over Regulus’s quivering hole, smoothing his thumb over the taut bundle of nerves then blowing over it where his saliva had gathered. Tantalizing as he stole away Regulus’s pleasure.
Got him to nearly sob “Ah, James,” at the emptiness. The teasing ministrations James did give him as he worked half a finger back inside. Stroked him slowly but didn’t give him what he knew Regulus wanted.
Hummed, “That’s nice Reg, but try again,” until Regulus gave in.
Cried, “Please fuck me Jamie,” when one finger turned back into two, James leaving a singular kiss on the bottom of his spine before his inevitable surrender.
“Mm, gladly, love,” the Gryffindor answered breezily, slightly too casually for Regulus’s liking, but enthusiastic enough because James always was about that sort of thing. So annoyingly eager to give Regulus what he wanted, though then again, Regulus did seem eager enough to take it.
But that was too complex of an issue for Regulus to contemplate as James hastily muttered a lubrication spell then finally slid his cock into his ass. Making Regulus nearly buck forward on the bed at the ecstasy inducing feel of it. Moan and keen at the fullness he had so shamelessly begged for.
He practically went limp as James started moving into him. Heard James gruffly mutter what he guessed was some kind of curse in Hindi. Regulus whimpered a little at it, uncontrollably weakening by James speaking in his native language. He hated it when James did that because of what it did to him. How it got his legs to turn to jelly until James had to almost fully support him. Stupid, unessicarly toned arms holding up half of Regulus’s body weight, muscles flexing and becoming more prominent just to torture Regulus more.
A few veins were brought to the surface of James’s rich caramel toned skin as James thrusted more harshly into him to really rub it in.
The unfairly chiseled asshole felt the need to utter, “Such a good boy once you get my cock, aren’t you, love?” Right as he found Regulus’s prostate and Regulus could only moan in response, loud and elongated because James was fucking him practically senseless. Could only listen as James chuckled,
“Bit of a pain in the ass till then, but… ha, get it, pain in the ass?” James grinned at the unintentional innuendo and Regulus used the last of his composure to glare at him for it.
Irritably snipe, “Shut up, Potter,” with a roll of his eyes that he doubted would get him rewarded.
That inevitably didn’t as James placed a strong hand over his throat and squeezed it once in warning. Nearly growled, “If you want to cum tonight you’ll address me properly, chhota sher (little lion). Otherwise I’ll use you to get off like the cocksleeve you are and leave you cryin’ when I’m done.”
And if the hand pressing on Regulus’s neck and the lower and un-James-like tone didn’t do Regulus in, the nickname absolutely did. Rich, deep, and all encompassing in James’s native language, the Hindi thick on his tongue and so natural to him that it made Regulus shiver. Shiver because he knew what the words meant, had looked them up out of sheer spite after the first time James had called him that. He knew it was something all too fond and familiar, the tribute to his namesake, reminding him that James knew him far better than Regulus cared to admit.
That James used the term of endearment to taunt him when Regulus got a little too snippy, made him feel so existential and sappy as James put him in his place, effortlessly stripped away his many defensive layers until Regulus was blissfully falling apart.
“You can’t- ahh-” Regulus objected somewhat failingly, “ah- call me that, James. I know what it means.”
James quirked a brow. Challenged, “What does it mean then, love?”
“Means- fuck right there- little lion,” Regulus barely managed to choke out, half whimpered the words really as James only continued to piston into him, each thrust deeper and harder then the last. “Doesn’t make- sense-” Regulus gasped as James nearly fucked him into a wall.
“No? You don’t growl at me and unleash your pretty claws? Leave scratches all down my back, Reg? -Could call you little Leo but that’s not as accurate, is it?”
Regulus had the good sense to keep his mouth shut at that, not willing to give James the satisfaction of a retort, and not fully trusting himself to tell a convincing lie anyway, to make it through without moaning for more of the man he refused to admit to himself that he wanted.
He could only gasp as James held him tenderly by the chin, smoothed a thumb over Regulus’s cheek oh-so-sweetly and used his other to hold Regulus by the hip. To pull him to meet every one of his thrusts, pull a high whine out of Regulus, who pleaded for the mercy that he knew James wouldn’t give him.
Nearly rasped, “please Jamie,” hapless when James tilted his chin up to place a kiss under the corner of his neck and purred,
“That’s my good boy.” Let it pass like his words hadn’t turned Regulus absolutely limbless, causing him to keen and whimper in a way he would never admit to outside of that room. To suck in air as if it would save him only for James’s hand to settle once again over Regulus’s neck.
Only a gentle caress, a pressure-less reminder of his place as James groaned from Regulus sporadically squeezing around his cock. Roughly muttered, “Tell me ‘bout your day now, Reg. What books are ya’ reading?” Like a command but also as if he was genuinely interested.
That was the confusing thing about James, Regulus always thought, how he so seamlessly intertwined authority and genuine care in the bedroom. Maybe he did it on purpose because he knew Regulus wouldn’t accept the kindness alone. Would only take it if he was in no place to object, and even then a little bitterly.
Regulus nearly hissed, “The picture of- oh fuck, Dorian Gray. Rereading Shakespeare’s collective works too,” with as much feigned resentment as he could manage, but he would have been more convincing if his jaw wasn’t constantly falling slack and his eyes squeezing tightly shut in pleasure from James’s ministrations.
James smoothly moved a hand to his hair as he praised, “such a smart boy, aren’t you, love?” Gave Regulus a perfect view of his stupid, unnecessarily attractive stag tattoo, antlers wide and resting right over his v-line. Dark ink too close to James’s dick and making Regulus’s thoughts disappear from his mind, not even irritated anymore as he blankly gaped,
“I-” the compliment being slow to register in Regulus’s lust-addled mind.
And James was too quick to comment, “I know, -can’t take a compliment to save your life. Can’t think right with my cock inside you either, huh?”
“Can’t-” Regulus lost track of his train of thought as James sucked a purpling mark into the soft skin of his neck, “with you- in me- either,”
“Shh, that’s alright, love. You don’t have to. I’ve got you Reg, just relax for me,” James hummed as Regulus tried desperately not to let his words soothe the last parts of him fighting it and glaze over his body like honey. Failed immensely in doing so as he sank into the pillows with a breathy murmur of,
“James,” a final plea before Regulus lost himself to whatever magic James was working, though he couldn’t be sure what it was he was pleading for.
“I’m right here sweetheart, you’re doin’ so well,” James kissed up the bare expanse of his neck, let his husky words hover right above Regulus’s ear. And if Regulus was in a different state he might not have accepted James’s fond and gentle phrasing. Would have been repelled by it, but he was too deeply entrenched in the pleasure he was receiving to do much in the way of protesting it.
In James cursing to himself in Hindi and asking him if he ended up being late to potions the other day after all, sweating beading upon James’s cruelly perfect features as Regulus begrudgingly admitted that he had indeed been on time to that class but refusing to acknowledge that James’s shortcut might have been the reason why.
Regulus slowly lost his senses until all he could smell was James’s cologne and all he could feel was his pleasure cresting in an all encompassing wave while James muttered something in his native language that Regulus didn’t have the wherewithal to remember to translate later.
His breathing became rapidly uneven and he could sense himself starting to lose his tether until Regulus was arching his back with a high whine then shivering from the aftershocks, warm white liquid covering his stomach and chest while Regulus moaned out James’s name in pure bliss. His mouth hung open in a silent scream and he could barely find it in himself to breathe as James slowly stroked his cock to work him through it.
Regulus’s eyes squeezed shut throughout his orgasam until he was faintly aware of James saying, “Fuck, you’re pretty when you cum,” his hand still not leaving Regulus’s lightly twitching cock.
Causing Regulus’s breathing to falter as the feeling got to be all too much, left only being able to whimper, “c-can’t- sensitive there Jamie-” in the hopes that the gryffindor would take pity on him.
He found no such luck however as James simply cooed, “take it, love. You can,” one hand coming to run through his slightly sweaty hair and the other still working him over.
“Don’t think I-” Regulus half whined-half gasped, found himself making a series of rather indecipherable noises as he couldn’t decide if the pleasure-pain that ran through him was just on the right side of too much or not.
“But I didn’t ask you, did I?” James hummed in false sympathy, his voice still strangely soothing despite it. Warm as he left a kiss directly underneath Regulus’s ear and finished, “that’s right. Good boy,” Regulus, a mess of high pitched and stuttered moans. Pathetic little whines and whimpers was all James had reduced him to. Regulus might have rolled his eyes at himself if he was in the right mind to. But lost to the pleasure, Regulus instead found himself melting in every manner to each one of James’s silky smooth words.
Honeyed and heroic to him in the narrow way he viewed the world in the moment. James a shining figure above him that seeped sweetness into Regulus and kept him sane with each oversensitive stroke he gave him. Hands calloused just enough from quidditch to heighten the rhythm around him and make Regulus soar high enough to become one with the stars of his namesake.
Little lion indeed, Regulus barely had the wherewithal to note as his mind started to fade away from him once again, a high whine leaving him as he floated so far into his bliss he was sure he would never come down from it.
He cried and gasped for James as he attempted desperately to form some semblance of his savior’s name. Syllables slow and messy on his tongue as Regulus arched his back into the man and felt a warm hand support him there, felt smooth lips place a brief and maddening kiss on Regulus’s cheek as if that would calm him down. Everything was both all too much and not nearly enough and Regulus was completely and utterly lost to it.
“So fucking beautiful, Regulus,” James cooed as he forced Regulus to cum again, forced him to take the compliment like he forced the orgasm and fucking smiled while he did it. The cruelest kind of god that shoved kindness down Regulus’s throat like medicine he refused to take. Purposefully praised him when he was too tired and fuck dumb to protest. Forced Regulus to tell him about his day when he was unable to focus on anything but the warm cock inside of him. Tore out his pleasantries with slaps and kisses because Regulus needed them, but James wasn’t afraid to take what he wanted either. To use Regulus like Regulus wanted to be used but also as James wanted to use him. To mold their hate sex to his own liking until it was something more and Regulus was addicted to it and it was all Regulus could do to resent the sweet nothings that James continued to whisper in his ear. To tune as much of it out as he could so only bits and pieces slipped through.
“Would treat you so well if you were mine, pretty boy,” and “lovely as always, Reg,” after James got most of his sentimental shit out of the way. Honeyed words all too much for Regulus who couldn’t pour such honey back. He only had his bristly burned before bitterness to offer, and he supposed his body as well. Though somehow James never made him feel like that was all he had to offer. He always made Regulus think that he was something more, at least for the moments he was in his arms. It wasn’t until after he left them that he once again realized that was only his own delusions of grandeur. After Regulus came back into himself and slipped out of James’s bed. Sniped,
“Don’t be so fucking sappy next time,” before he fully realized what he’d said, what he’d accidentally implied, still a little out of it from the orgasams but refusing to stick around to let James take care of him afterwards like he so consistently offered to. Regulus couldn’t bear that much sweetness from the man he refused to admit that he was even remotely attracted to. Any more and he was sure he would get sick from it.
“Oh so there’ll be a next time?” James grinned at Regulus’s slip-up and got glared at harshly for it. He raised his hands up in faux innocence before adding completely unapologetically, “let me know if your arse gets sore. I’d be happy to ease the pain myself. Lick it better for you,” the man winked at him, unabashedly full of himself in a way that Regulus desperately wished he didn’t find himself compelled by.
Regulus zipped his pants up with a harsh scoff and shot back, “you wish, Potter,” with as little deference as he could manage before slamming the door shut and forcing himself to keep walking despite the slight wobbling in his legs.
Yet another reason for Regulus to say, fuck James Potter.