James laboriously collapsed on the wet, crystal sand, his toned tanned legs stretched enough in front of him for the cold, briny water to almost climb into his knees and brush on his thighs. The spring sun was starting to rise, greeting the earth and peeking down at him when he looked up at the light rosy sky.
A silent pull between the two.
He languidly threw his head back, groaning at the way his head was starting to throb, he felt a numbness crawling from his toes to his head.
James had worked himself up, he was well aware of that. He was supposed to be resting and relaxing, not taxing himself with unnecessary tailsome challenges. And what better place for such thing other than his childhood favourite destination.
Arriving at his parent’s isolated, private isle in the early spring was supposed to help.
James had decided to take a momentary break from the company for a few weeks, leaving his father to take back charge of it. He had left everything else behind in the city too just to grasp a small moment of peace for him alone.
Now that he’s here, standing on the isle soil he can’t seem to shake the trouble away. Nothing he had done was able to make him close his eyes when he put his head to sleep on the silk pillows at night nor did it make him disgorge the spiralling thoughts that invaded his mind and nestled there.
When the same thing had occurred the night before, James decided to slip into his comfiest grey joggers, put on his favourite sneakers and he rationally settled on going on a run at four in the morning, he didn’t even bother to throw a shirt over his head, craving fresh, breezy air against his warm flesh. James ran into the dark, phone and all items left behind, not even a bottle of water in his hand. He wasn’t afraid of getting lost, he knew the isle like the back of his hand since he was a child.
The adrenaline was coursing through his veins and flowing in his blood like an unsteady river, he ran like a mad bull who escaped a bullring, continuously until he was on the verge of slumping. The edges of the world spinning around him.
That’s how he was bracing himself up on his elbows, eyes closed and ears eased, listening to the cacophony of nature. A weird sensation creeped in on him and while realisation took over all of his senses, he shot up, looking down at his feet, his eyes widened when he saw the state his sneakers were now in, fully soaked in water and covered with golden sand.
“Shit!” He cried as if he was a toddler. Still planted where he was, watching the slight ripples of water flip on his ankles. When his body knew how to function again, he dragged himself slowly away from water, defeated. There was no possible way he could clean now, the small grains of sand were definitely planted in the core of the shoes. There goes his favourite pair.
James contemplated turning back to the villa now that his mood was beyond ruined or just sitting somewhere until he had gathered enough energy to do so since said villa is on the other side of the island. Well the latter won eventually and he placed his hands on the water before scooping a small amount of it and splashing it across his face, he looked around, eyes searching for what they already knew, and they were met with the caves nestled within a cliff.
He hadn’t been there since he was a kid, he and his best mate Remus always raced there, once finally near they would just hover next to them, playing until the sun was about to set and heading to the villa, none of the two had enough courage to go inside.
They had teased each other on many occasions to just gather courage and go in but they both knew the high risks of danger.
Oh, he wished Remus now was beside him.
James shook his head, making up his mind, settling on a decision and started walking forward.
There was something intoxicating about those caves, they had always been tempting to him, something in the air would allure him and make his skin shiver.
His mother, Effie, always warned him not to wander around and especially not to go inside and so did his father, Monty. Effie had sometimes tried to scare him off with telling him night tales of whatever creators lingered there but James was unconvinced, he knew well enough myths were nothing more than that, that didn’t mean he disobeyed his mother so he never did give in to his curiosity.
He absentmindedly made his way towards them until he came to a complete halt before the ragged stone, weared down by crashing waves, the caves looked enormous, taking too much magnitude but beautiful nonetheless. From this upclose James could see that it was only one giant cave who looked divided into parts.
He stared at it, mouth hanging open, the salty smell hit him even harder than before. He kept studying the harsh surface until he spotted a crack in the weared down rocks, it wasn’t a safe way for entry by any means but James always did like a bit of a challenge, his mind didn’t even question why there was an opening to begin with.
James looked back at the ocean and up at the sky, the sun now was hanging high on the sky, looking down at him, tilting her head and questioning his uncalculated decisions. He looked back grinning and thinking that he must be mad for what he's about to do and for smiling at the sun like it’s his old friend. But James loved and lived for a challenge, even a reckless one.
He took a deep breath and walked forward until he was inside the crack. It was dim and dark. He couldn't see anything at first but somehow he slipped easily despite his tall figure and sturdy body. Remus liked to call him and Sirius, his other best mate, Gymrats, Sirius and he laughed at that the first time they heard it from him but they eventually realised that they were indeed Gymrats or whatever that means.
James saw light from a few feet away and he all but sped up, when finally inside he took a deep breath and glanced around, he inspected his surroundings, the only sound was the drip of water from stalactites, it wasn’t as hard to breath in as he thought it will be.
James walked carefully on the shiny, wet slippery ground. Most of the walls were surrounded by sticky seaweed and other typical aquatic plants he was unable to recognise.
He honestly thought there would be no light, that’s what made the idea more enjoyable in his head. Now standing in the crux of the grote, he looks up at numerous cracks on the humid ceiling grantting beams of light that reflect on the plants and creates a deep green contrast.
James liked his lips in disbelief of the beauty around him. It never crossed his mind that the pit could have much more beauty on the inside, if he was honest with himself, he had been a little scared of them since that’s what he was always fed up to believe. Now a different refreshing type of air hugs his bare skin, he feels at peace as if he belonged here, a song calling him home. There’s a sound of water slowly dripping from the high rocks into little shiny puddles on the ground, one falling on his tanned shoulder and going down until it took its last breath on his joggers.
Every tense muscle on his body started to deflate, he visibly relaxed. He thought this place must contain magic with the way it made him feel. He slipped a hand through his, turning his head to suddenly find another hidden entry on the wall in a far hidden corner. Looking back he decided to just go along with it since he had already entered and there’s no going back now. He stood, taking careful deliberate steps until he was in front of it, the passage seemed more narrow than the first and he pondered how to get in.
Lastly an idea hit him, he decided to crouch until he was kneeling on the ground, since the lower part of the crack is much larger, then he slowly started to crawl on his hands and knees like a pet, his knees are definitely going to scrap but something inside him told him to keep moving, that he should trust his instincts for once. He probably looks like a silly child, he thinks.
Something scratched the inside of his hands and he hissed, yanking it from the ground, he didn't try to sit up, less he hit his head with the sharp ceiling. He sucked the scratch on his palm and kept moving until a low shining light like before hit his eyes.
When he squeezed out of the hole, he lightly brushed his knees and scrubbed his palms on the sides of his jogger. When he lifted his head, his breath hitched and he was met with the most magnificent view his eyes have ever landed on. He removed his glasses in disbelief and put them on again, thinking he must be hallucinating.
The crystalline lair was a place out of a disney film, facets shone like a mirror and everything was shining.
There was a large cyan pool softly glimmering in the middle, taking most of the cave’ magnitude. Around it every possible surface was made of crystal, from the ceiling to even the ground he was standing on he realised once he looked down.
From pillars of violet crystal rising from the ground and holding on into the roof, to sword-like droplets falling from it.
There was no type of light entering the cave aside from the one rising from the massive pool. He turned to find a pillar next to him, the surface harsh as if hit by lighting, spires surrounding it; from up close, he could see the colours more precisely, a mixture of berry blue, violet, pastel, iris and many he probably doesn’t even know the name of.
James looked over at the pool expecting to find life but to his surprise there wasn't anything alive or swimming inside, just a calm and clear surface he could see his reflection in. James stared at himself fixing a few strands of hair and his glasses.
He crouched on the ground and put his hands on the surface to find it impossibly soft as a blanket. His eyes roamed over the place, a certain shaped crystal catched his eyes, it’s the only one different from the others, not a unique colour but still the singular one within the cave. Once in front of it, he curiously inspected the merigold crystal. His mind urged him to touch but he decided against this one.
A splashing sound came from the water and James’ eyes widened behind his glasses, he hurriedly took refuge behind a giant pillar of crystal. His heart beated faster and he gulped, his eyes squeezed shut.
After a few moments the sound seizes into soft little cries and James’ brows furrowed, he turned to look at the door where he creeped from, deciding that it was enough of curiosities for a day.
He wasn’t prepared for what he saw after he wanted to run for the opening and instead of running he froze to the spot a disbelieving gasp leaving his mouth.
It’s a man, no, not a man, half a man and half a fish. Hugging a crystal coming from the ground and softly crying, upon hearing James he seems to turn too in panic, he squealed and his eyes widened.
Those silver round eyes knocked the air out of his lungs, and he felt bad for scaring the little boy, no, the little mermaid apparently.
The mermaid upper half is not even like a human, he looks like an angel sent from heaven, every sinful thing James has ever dreamt for. His skin is an alabaster white, the exact opposite of his short pitch black hair, that looks fluffy around him just like the hair of mermaids in books and films and apparently has a silver tiara around his head with an emerald jewel falling from it into his forehead.
His lower half on the other hand is going to send James in a coma apparently, the tail of the mermaid is a heavenly glowing pastel, he can’t see much of anything else from here and he doesn’t even know how to walk so he can look from up close.
James’ thinks he’s actually just dreaming, the insomnia he usually battles lost and now he’s peacefully having a fantasie about a mythical creature, that there's no way it exists in the real world. And if it does it, it probably wouldn’t look like this, not just how he would like the man of his dreams to be.
It's actually hilarious the absurdity of it all, it takes him by surprise and he lets out a strangled laugh. That seems to snap the mermaid out of whatever chock he was in and he looks at the pool before lodging for it without thinking twice.
“Wait!” James shouts before taking a long step to follow before stepping on the ground and falling on his side, his shoulder brutally hits the ground and he groans in pain. “Mierda!” He curses, and cradles his shoulder before tightly holding it and rolling on his back. He lets his head softly collide with the ground while sucking a sharp breath, a week to relax my ass, he thinks. He just hopes he didn’t break any bones at the moment.
James really wants to fight the pain and follow the mermaid even if it means he will drown in that pool, but it's shouting through his shoulder to the rest of his arm light lightning. He squeezes his arms and sucks his bottom and thanks god that he didn’t fall on his face and break his glasses.
He removes them and puts them on his chest, bringing his thumb and pointer to rub at his eyes for a minute or two until he starts seeing stars. Once he removes his digits and opens his eyes, he thinks he’s hallucinating again. He can make the form of the mermaid looming over him, he grabs his glasses and clumsily puts them on and tries to get up before hissing in pain.
While doing so the mermaid crawls backwards, fear evident on his face but a hint of curiosity too. He didn’t even hear him this time when he got out of the water.
The beautiful creature looks at James’ arm before his face again and he holds a hand up before deciding against it and bringing it to his side.
James from this angle now has a clearer view of the man and well and he had never been lost at words like he is at the moment. If he didn’t fall on the ground and he can still feel his arm vibration, he would have definitely thought this is a dream. He shamelessly stares and inspect every part of the man. His eyes are indeed silver, the most captivating colour in the whole cave, framed by thick black lashes.
There’s something very delicate about him, from the plump pink lips to the soft upturn of his small nose, to his rosy cheeks. His tail like he saw earlier is indeed a pastel purple that glows with every move he makes, rising from the waist light of his tail are beautiful dots of pastel and a creamy white.
The mermaid feels James eyes on his skin and he brings his lithe arms protectively around himself and folds his soft looking tail around his lower body, James notices the fin as an Odyssey fluke one, he read about on some of Remus’ books, it’s colour more darker than the rest of his tail leaning into a mulberry purple.
A flush creeps up the mermaid’ face and he looks away, James still keeps staring, eyes open and not hiding his arousal, feeling like a creep but he really wants to carve the man in front of him to his mind permanently.
“Hello?” James breaks the silence, fearing the little thing won’t even understand him. The man’s head snaps towards him, a calculating look on his face searching James’ face before finding his eyes and then averting them to look at anything else beside him.
“I’m James,” He tries anyway and the mermaid looks at the pool again, James feering he will hop back in, ignores the pain in his body and stands in the way of it. The mermaid catches up on what he did and crawls back further, his eyes widening in alarm.
“Don’t worry I’m not trying to hurt you, I swear, I just don’t want you to leave again.”
That doesn’t seem to calm the frightened boy who looks almost on the verge of crying again. So to clear his point and make it stand he actually moves from the way, this time hissing in pain and holding his arms tighter while shifting.
The mermaid’ eyes linger on his shoulder for a moment before looking at the pool and with as speed as fast as the wind, he slides on his belly and tail towards it and disappears, not leaving a single moment for James to react.
James moves to the side of the pool, fear taking over him. His knees still scraped from earlier, kneels at the edges of the pool. A peculiar perturbation rises from his throat, “Fuck sake.” He swears.
“Sir?” He shouts, feeling childless and silly, the creature probably can’t even understand him.
He puts his hand in the water, waving it and seeing the water ripple, “I really am not trying to hurt you.”
Moments pass again and no answer comes, honestly? What is he expecting to take the man home with him? Or to turn into a fucking mermaid and live happily ever after in the deep ocean? He can be so delusional and dense sometimes it’s fucking draining.
He still keeps looking at the centre of the pool anyway, engulfed in his imagination that he didn’t realise the man creeped from the sides until his head suddenly pooped out from the water and James almost fell backwards before steadying himself on both his arms and howling in pain when the pain doubles on his arm.
The mermaid goes back to the centre and James with every ounce of control he has, keeps himself together and stifles his pain. “I’m sorry I scared you off, it wasn’t my intention.”
The boy slowly and reluctantly swims towards James and he stays put this time. He looks like a renaissance painting with only his eyes visible on the surface, James can detect a glimpse of his tail and it’s more radiant than anything he had laid his eyes on. The man looks at the place next to James and comes to a halt, probably thinking if he should sit next to him or not.
James thinks he decided against the first because he’s still lingering in front of him and looking at him with those eyes that are making his heart swell and apparently also his shaft.
James encouragingly pats the place next to him, beckoning the mermaid. That seems to get his attention because all of his face pops out of the water and James can make out the three slashes on his neck, gills.
“Are you hurt?” The mermaid asks in the most delicate voice James has ever heard, he wishes he can brand it in his ears, and wake up to it every morning for the rest of his life.
“So you can understand me?” James chuckles.
The mermaid timidly nods and bites his lips, “Are you going to hurt me?” He asks again, voice dripping with honey that James almost doesn’t register the question. And when he does he tries to straighten his posture and shuts his eyes in pain before replaying, “No, no I won't.” He says through gritted teeth.
The mermaid nods, looking away and pondering about what to do.
“Let me help you?” He finally says, looking up at him, half of him is coming out of the water and he nervously sits down next to James.
James considers this progress, because it actually fucking is. He enthusiastically nods before frowning his brows, “How are you going to do that?” He tilts his head, studying the man all over again, there’s a silver necklace on his pale neck, the dangling pendale has two stars melted and clinging to each other.
“Your arm, yes?”
James dumpply nods at him like an enthusiastic puppy getting his first treat of the day.
“I will touch you.” The smaller boy said, and his cock jolted.
“What?” Questioned James, his eyebrows passing his forehead. The realisation fell on the smaller man and he turned pink and looked away shaking his head, “I will touch your arm.” He said barely above a whisper.
“Oh,” James breathed, sounding disappointed even to himself, “Yeah, that’s alright.”
The mermaid looked up at him, reluctantly and gently put both of his hands on James' arm, a shiver went down James’ spine. He had never felt any softnes like this man’ hands, ever. Not even the fine silk he sleeps on compares. He almost moaned at the contact, closing his eyes and biting his bottom lip.
The small hands started to move and draw circles on his arm and he thought he was a pervert because of the way his dick started to twitch. A weird sensation was invading his bones and he visibly relaxed, it kept spreading with whatever movement the gentle hands made, he opened his mouth, groaning. Although the hands didn’t move from his arms he felt every inch of his body ease up.
“Dios!” He exclaimed, “You’re the best.”
“It’s nothing.” The smaller man whispered. James looked down at him to find him already watching him and immediately looking away when he was caught.
“I didn’t mean to stare.” He announced after a while, fixing his eyes on the movement of hands.. James shook his head, chuckling at the mermaid in front of him, “You can stare however you want.” He permeated.
“No, it's not nice.” The man said, looking at him from under his eyelashes. James only nodded, choosing not to argue.
“I’m James,” He offered, changing the subject. The man bit his lip and with a low voice he murmured, “So you have said.”
James chuckled at him, “What’s yours then.”
“I’m not supposed to say that.
“Says who?”
“You’re a human,” He started, his hands coming to a stop, only staying there caressing the flesh, “That’s why.”
“Oh,” James dumbly replied, “Okay, what can I call you then?”
The mermaid took his hands away, and James mourned the gentleness of them. “How do you feel now?” The mermaid asked, dodging the subject.
Surprisingly James has never felt better, all his body seemed to be crying in joy. He stretched his arm, waiting for the wince but none came, even his leg cramps from the morning run were gone. “Amazing, you’re absolutely brilliant,” He praised to which the mermaid just gave a tight little smile, “Where did you learn to do that?”
“Every one of us knows how to.” He curtly replied, not giving much details. James just nodded, “You're a mermaid, right?”
The man started fidgeting with his necklace, avoiding his gaze and nodding. They sat in silence for a moment, neither speaking, the mermaid’ gaze in his lap, and James just looking at him mesmerised.
The smaller man caught up on what he was doing and stuck up his tail from the water and covered most of his upper himself with it. James took that as a hint to back off, he didn’t even know what got to him, he never stared at anyone intensely as he did now.
“I’m sorry,” He apologised, ducking his head, “I’m not trying to look like a creep but you’re just irresistible.” The smaller blush hardened and he looked away, “It’s, it’s okay,” He said reassuringly, “I-i don’t mind.”
James hummed, trying to understand the man he stumbled upon but he still kept looking respectfully forward. His brows then frowned and turned towards the other man, “Wait,’ He said, “Why were you crying earlier?”
The man looked startled at the confrontation, he sucked a deep breath and hid more behind his tail. “You don’t have to tell me.” James hurriedly said, afraid he fucked it all up again.
The mermaid just looked at him and shook his head bringing his tail down from his face, his eyes were starting to fill all over again. “My-” He whispered then choked on a sob, and looked away.
James kept quiet, waiting for him patiently to open up. He wanted to hug and comfort the little thing, tell him that he won’t let anything happen to him even if he didn’t know a single thing about him, not even his name.
He started to breathe heavily, fighting back tears. “My mum wants to marry me off.” He quietly whispered, James didn’t think he heard it for a moment.
And well once it clicked, he literally pondered if he should just steal the boy and flee.
“And you don’t want to get married?” He said instead.
The mermaid shook his head, “No,” he whispered, “He’s a cruel man.”
Fuck, James heart squeezed, he literally didn’t want to think about what will happen to the timid boy if he fell in the wrong hands. “You can’t say no?”
The smaller boy shot him what he thought was an angry look, “Obviously,” He hissed, “Why would I be sulking here if not?” Well it was supposed to come off mean he thinks but with the honey like voice he has, it came out everything but that.
“I’m sorry,” He extended his hand and the boy flinched, he then immediately returned it to his side, “I will not hurt you, amor.”
The man’ eyes widened, he looked away before slowly scooting closer, he looked up at James and to his surprise said, “I know Spanish.”
Shit, “Oh, I didn’t know.” He fixed his glasses and ran his fingers through his hair nervously, thinking he stepped over the line, “I won’t say it again.”
“It's sweet.”
James genuinely smiled and the man relaxed a bit, playfully petting his tail.
“He’s a very cruel man,” the boy added by himself, looking lost in thoughts, “I don’t he will make me happy.”
“Are you going to say yes?”
“I have to.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t have a say in the matter.”
James just looked at him in disbelief, he wanted to rescue this angel from his wretched fate, “Well that’s not fair.” The boy nodded looking up at him, he smiled sadly, “My brother ran away.”
“Good for him, I think you should do the same.” James unhelpfully added.
“I’m not my brother, I have nowhere to go.” He said quietly after a few minutes and a tear escaped his eye.
James leaned forward to wipe it away, the smaller man flinched before looking at him and nodding, he gently brushed the tear and the man leaned into his touch.
James has never touched anything as pure as this being next to him. He felt like a dream, if he thought being touched by him was heavenly, touching him then was eternal.
“Regulus,” He said looking up at him with those eyes and James' knees buckled.
“What?” He asked, confused, looking at the man with a puzzled look.
He chuckled and James wanted to stuff the sound into a box and protect it forever, “My name is Regulus.”
“Regulus,” He tried the taste of it on his mouth and it felt like the most right thing ever, it was weird he had never heard of it but again Remus’ boyfriend's name was Sirius.
Regulus nodded and leaned in more to his palm, James without thinking loomed over him and scooped him into his lap. Regulus made a squealing sound like the one from earlier and it sent life to his now soft dick.
“You have a beautiful name Regulus.” Regulus' arms were holding to him tightly, and he blushed slightly, this time a smile tugging at his face. He flipped his tail playfully on the water before replying, “You have a beautiful name too James.”
“Why, thank you.”
Regulus timidly grinned shifting and looked away, before James could ask what was on his mind, the boy swiftly turned and brought their lips together hungerly, they’re teeth met with the force of the kiss. Regulus’ lips were full and soft, sending James to a haze, he brought his calloused hands down, caressing Regulus’ bottom and the boy shifted under him. Regulus’s fingers were holding onto his bare skin, he was clumsy, uncertain, James thought the boy had actually no experience at all.
Their chests touched, nipples brushed and Regulus suddenly moaned into his mouth. James tugged at his peachy lower lip, biting and commanding Regulus to grant him entry and he did so without complaint, melting into him and letting him lead the kiss at his pace.
James’ wasn’t an inexperienced bloke, he probably fucked more people than he could remember. And still, there wasn’t a feeling in the world that could have prepared him for Regulus. Fucking a fish wasn’t supposed to get him this aroused. And they weren’t even fucking yet.
The world felt full of joy and colour again. It was everything James wished for. One of the hands on Regulus’ bottom shifted upwards into his waist, holding down tightly. The sensation of their tongues touching started a fire inside him, he deepened the kiss, grounding Regulus with his tongue until the boy pulled away for air. He hid his face in James’ neck, breathing rapidly and James took the opportunity to explore Regulus' body, his hands brushing over his tail, sending light jolts when he touched behind his back, softly tracing his spine.
He kept wandering until his hands came to Regulus' chest and started to brush over his nipples, Regulus clutched into James’ neck tighter burying his face there. He twisted one nipple between his fingers and Regulus’ breath hitched.
“You like that?” James asked him, his other hands threatening the other nipple. Regulus pulled away from him and bit his lip, “You must think I’m degenerate.”
James' brows frowned and he stopped to look at him, “Of course not, you did nothing wrong here.” Regulus looked at him and brought a curl behind his ear, “Mum says it’s not okay.”
“Well you mum is trying to marry you off to a man you do not wish for.” James said, cupping Regulus’ chin and tilting his head towards him, “Don’t shy away from me.”
He brushed his thumb across Regulus’ cheek, gently stroking him and bringing it down into his lower lip, slowly opening his plumpy mouth. “Suck,” He ordered and Regulus turned pink, looking at him in disbelief, “Do you want to stop,” Which to his delight, Regulus eagerly shook his head.
“Then suck.”
Regulus did so, taking the digit to his mouth and kitten licking it, bringing his tongue out like a cat before he slowly pumped his head and started to lap at the digit eagerly.
And James let him, enjoying the way his pink little darted out and his mouth tried its best to not drool. James' patience snapped, he took his thumb out and didn’t grant Regulus the time to recover before he grabbed him by the chin and opened his mouth, greeting his tongue and waiting for Regulus to surrender to him.
He made a home for himself there, Regulus' invitation didn’t go to waste and he didn’t even bother to fight, letting James take whatever he wanted. The hand on Regulus' bum, if it’s even considered so brushed over a new fold that was not there before and Regulus whimpered, the sound almost sent him to an early grave.
He pulled away, both Regulus’ hands holding into his biceps, he brushed over the opening again and Regulus slumped over his shoulder a little whine leaving his mouth.
James smiled over his head, before swiftly moving Regulus over his lap horizontally, his bum where the little fold decided to show up now facing him.
Regulus let out a little yelp at the sudden movement, he looked over his shoulder to find James already watching him and he leaned over, quickly kissing him, “Are you a virgin?” He asked, so he can know his limits.
Regulus looked away and whispered an answer James couldn’t comprehend. He grasped him by the chin, turning him over, “I asked a question Regulus?”
“Yes.” Regulus replied.
“Then answer it.”
“I’m a virgin.” He said, quickly looking away before holding contact with James. He smiled down at the boy and kissed him again, “Thank you, good boy.” Regulus’ eyes squinted, probably not understanding what James was even talking about.
James let him go, and faced the pastel tail in front of him. The pink little hole peeking out at him and winking from time to time. James brings his thumb over it, lightly brushing it and tasting the waters, Regulus lets out a little breathy whimper and James brushes his finger over it again.
He keeps doing so until Regulus starts digging his finger in the ground, he puts his hands on both sides of Regulus’ hole and pulls until it flutter in front of him, he waits until Regulus’ relaxes and it visibly opens before he gather all of the saliva on his mouth and spits, it lands perfectly on Regulus’ hole and he hears a whine coming from his side and he feels like he scored the goal of his life. He waits until the tight hole relaxes again and he shots another load of spit. He does it over and over again until the spit starts surfacing and Regulus pushes his bottom upwards, presenting himself like a bitch in heat.
James brings down his pointer and middle finger, spreads them and starts to circle the rim, playfully teasing it and Regulus shudders. He arches his back and softly whines, James brings his digits together and softly pushes in, meeting resistance and pulling back.
“You have to relax amor, you’re already too tight.” He says to a slightly tense Regulus.
Regulus nods, and James brings his free hand to his back, soothing him down and offering comfort until he can see his hole is no longer clenching. He takes the opportunity and without warning slides his two fingers in, Regulus shouts in surprise, lurching and throwing his head back and steadying himself on his elbows.
James feels the tight heat around his fingers, the way the soft flesh clenches and unclenches, accommodating to the new intruder and he cannot even come with the imagination of how his rod will feel inside.
He starts slowly moving his fingers, pumping them in and out, he can hear Regulus laboured breaths and his heart swells, deciding to go easy on the boy. But he still want Regulus to enjoy his first time and remember him after this day, so when his husband fucks and beds him all he should think about is James.
Regulus arches his back and James take it as a sign, he digs his fingers deepers, searching for that specific bundle of nerves, twisting his wrist, shifting his fingers into every possible angle until the boy under him shakes and loudly whimpers with one specific thrust upwards, “Got you,” He murmurs, hitting the same spot again and Regulus’ beautifly arches and whines, James’ quickens the drag of his inside the boy' hole, assaulting it until the sound of spit and Regulus’ charming voice fills the cave.
He’s relentless with his fingers, adding a third, and stretching the tight hole until he feels something poking at his thighs, already having an idea about what it might be. He brings his free and curls around Regulus’ cock, his fingers curl around it, and Reglus cries out loudly, bringing his hand to cover his mouth, silencing his cries and James isn’t so pleased about that.
He strokes his cock as fast as he thrust his fingers in, “Let me hear you Reegie,” He says, brushing his thumb over the mushroom’ slit of his cock, “I want to hear everything.”
Regulus hesitantly removes his hand, planting it on the ground and squeezing his eyes shut.
Pleasure from both parts washes over, and James spreads his finger wider, that seems to drive Regulus over the edge, he doesn’t last long before spilling a shiny liquid all over James’ hand and clenching tightly over his finger until they get stuck inside.
He writhes under James’ body shaking while his first real orgasm washes over him. When he comes out of his haze, James lets go of his dick and carefully removes his fingers from his hole. He brings the hand that was stroking him first to his mouth, the shiny liquid a tempting juice from heaven, It tastes just like he imagined it, a combination of sweetness taking over bitterness.
He laps at his fingers, making sure to drink every part of the unholy juice. When he finishes, he moves to the hand that was inside the tight heat, it mostly tastes of his spit, but there’s still a signature touch of Regulus there.
When he looks down, Regulus is still splayed on his lap, he chuckles to himself and leans into Regulus, brushing his hair and kissing the soft waves. “Are you okay baby?”
Regulus nods, and turns to face him, a dazed look on his face that makes James grins. He suddenly brings the boy up to his lap again and Regulus yelps before hugging James. Now he can see his cock, a soft long thing, the same colour as his tail and James mouth waters at the sight. He brings his hands around it and Regulus flinches, he stops and kisses the boy’ shoulder.
“Too sensitive,” Regulus says, his voice muffled in James’ neck.
James rubs his back and his hands travel to Regulus’ head, brushing the curls, “Do you want me to stop?”
Regulus lets out a quiet no, just slowly please. And well, James feels like a devoted server at his feet or tail more exactly.
He slowly stokes the sensitive cock to hardness, passing over the slit and circling the end of it from time to time. Until his cock fully stands up. “What do you want to do next?” He asks, not wanting to seem demanding. “Whatever you want.” Regulus mumbles, nibbling at James’ neck.
James pulls him from his neck by the hair until they’re face to face, he licks his lips and Regulus does the same. “I want to fuck you.” He breathes against his mouth and Regulus blush deepens and he tries to go back to James’ neck but the grasp on his hair is stronger and he winces before staying put.
“Why are you trying to hide?” James chuckles at the absurd behaviour, he literally was spitting in his hole a few minutes ago and now he’s looking all frustrated and shy.
When Regulus keeps averting his eyes, James grasps his chin and grounds him in place.
“Look at me when I talk to you.” And Regulus does, his eyes snap up, meeting James’ and James’ loses himself in that ocean of blue eyes again. “I’m going to fuck you.” He states, making sure the boy was not shying away. When he does, James tuts, “What did i tell you amor, i want you to look at me, do NOT shy away.” He leans forwards his teeth over the other's jaw, kissing and biting until he doesn’t get an answer. He tugs at Regulus’ hair, “Now, tell me what I’m going to do to you.”
Regulus takes a deep breath, his pupils wide and dilated. He whispers something James doesn’t get the hold off, he raises one eyebrow at the smaller one.
Regulus gulps, keeping eye contact and shakinly doing what he’s told. “You’re going to fuck me.” He finally lets it out of his chest, a strong deed off his shoulders. OH, but James isn’t finished.
“I’m going to fuck you hard.” He says and nods for him to repeat it.
Regulus doesn’t look away, he stays seated, biting his bottom lip, keeping eye contact and replaying, turning all pink and fidgety “You’re going to fuck me hard.”
“I’m going to ruin you.”
“You’re going to ruin me.”
“Ravage you.”
“Ravage me.”
“Joder, how beautiful can you get?” He says and launches forwards for a kiss, caressing his nipples while doing so.
“Go lay down.” It's not a question and regulus moves from his lap. Regulus lays on his stomach, tail aside. He represents himself to James, his hole fluttering around nothing.
James gets up and starts taking his joggers down, they get stuck around his sneakers but he tosses them aside anyway. Doing the same with his briefers.
He starts moving towards Regulus and the boy turns to look at him, when his eyes fall into James’ crotch, they widen.
James’ rod is hanging heavily between his legs, thick, long and veiny, almost the size of Regulus’ forearm. See, James doesn’t want to look like an arrogant, pretentious prick, but Regulus dick is nothing compared to his.
“You can say no, you know that right?” James reassures.
Regulus only stares up at him and starts wiggling his bum, clutching his hole around nothing. James laughs, swings one leg over his tail and seats himself in front of the little pink hole.
He thrusts three digits again to test the water, he meets much less resistance than before. He keeps stretching his fingers until Regulus stars to fuck himself back on his hand. He pulls his fingers and guides his cock into Regulus’ entrance.
Regulus wasn’t prepared to the feeling of James’ shaft asking permission at his entrance. He swallows his nerves and wiggles his bum again. When The mushroom head enters, they both wantonly moan.
Jame is trying to hold on to his sanity as much as he can. He lets Regulus adjust before pushing again. Regulus keeps holding his breath until he feels comfortable again to breath and that's when James thrusts. They keep going on this rhythm until James finally slides home. Once inside almost all coherent thoughts leave James’ mind.
Regulus mouth is partially open when James starts thrusting in and out. All types of sweet noises and unrecognisable groans leave his mouth at once. “Joder!” James growls, pulling all the way up until he can see the tip and slamming back down and Regulus jerks, his brows pinched and his mouth hanging on a sweet little o.
He grabs his pale waist with both hands, purposely intending on bruising it, and trying to find the mysterious delicious spot of earlier, he pins Regulus down, well aware of how his cock is brushing the ground. He keeps pulling out and viciously sliding back, each time Regulus keens, every coherent thought leaving his brain. “You feel divine.”
Waiting for Regulus to respond in this state is probably mean so he lets slide. And he keeps sliding his hips slowly too, with one harsh thrust, he forces more of himself in and Regulus almost wails, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, his hands twitching and clutching on nothing. He thrust one more time and Regulus cries out, suddenly running from the assault, and James grins, found it.
He bucks his hips and starts trusting like his life depends on it, not giving Regulus time to recover nor take a breath. He echoes of a steady rhythm of Ah-Ah everytime the air is pushed out of his lungs. He makes space and immediately invades it again, James pushes himself down, leaning into Regulus more forcefully and looming over him, “Tell me,” He speaks over the smaller man’ ear, “What’s the name of your husband.”
“James!” Regulus almost sobs and James chuckles, “Oh, I wish.”
Regulus puts his knuckles inside of his mouth to keep himself quiet. James tsks, “What did I tell you earlier, I want to hear you.” He keeps slapping into him with abandon, and he suppresses the urge to come.
Regulus shakingly takes his knuckles out of his mouth, he tries to clutch at the ground for anything to steady himself. James buries his nose in those black curls, kissing his head and whispering into his ear, “Tell me his name.”
“Nghh”, Regulus whimpered trying to talk, “To-Nghh-Ahh.” He screamed, it was evil, James knew Regulus couldn’t respond between the moans and sobs. The force of his thrusts were striking Regulus’ core.
James moves faster making sure Regulus climaxes before him, kissing his neck, sucking at the gills and ferally kissing them too. “I’m waiting amor.”
“Tom!” Regulus sobbed, clenching tighter and tighter making James hiss. His hand came behind to tap at his hips. “Do you want me to stop?” Regulus shakes his head, “I ju-Ah-st just Nghh, Jamiee, I want to-Ughh.”
James balls tightened at the nickname and he feels feral, “When,” thrust “Tom,” thrust “Fucks” thrust “You” thrust “I” thrust “Want” thrust “You” thrust “To” thrust “Think” thrust “Of” thrust “Me.”
He punctuates every word with a vicious thrust, until Regulus starts shuddering, ruining and removing every once of innocence and dignity from his body.
“You’re an angel.”
“I think I’m in love.”
“Run like your brother did.”
Regulus’ body shakes, sobs of peak ecstasy and James breathing heavily above him, speaking without restraint nor a second thought. And Regulus was suddenly violently shuddering, he couldn’t follow anymore, his eyes rolling back as his cock suddenly emptied itself and his hole-not so tight anymore, involuntarily sucked the shaft destroying it.
“Jamie!” He cries and that name alone, snaps him out of it and he animalistically thrusts into Regulus, chasing his own pleasure.
James growls from atop Regulus, sweat dripping from his damp hair to his forehead, he’s hips starts stuttering, shallowly moving and in and out, he finally pounds to an almost shaking Regulus before coming to a complete half and loudly moaning before emptying his load inside Regulus’ hole and slumping in top of him. His teeth instinctively grazes Regulus’ nape, he gently bites and kisses a whimpering Regulus.
“James,” He whispers, “It hurts.”
“Fuck!” He immediately moves, getting his dick out of Regulus, settling into the ground and to his surprise the boy whines a small Nooo.
James brows pinch together, he looks down at Regulus, “I thought you said it hurts.”
“Your body weight.” He lightly giggles. “Oh,!” James exclaims, “Well in that case.” He turns back to his position but this time he mostly leans on his elbows and massages the shiny tale.
He takes Regulus by surprise and licks a strip of come that’s coming from the poor used hole, it looks all puffy and red now, nothing like the puckered little thing it used to be. He laps at his own cum and Regulus arches his back, whining and whimpering. He keeps diving in until there’s nothing more to eat then he gets up and wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. Regulus was laboured by the time he finished, slightly shivering.
He turns a gone Regulus over and smiles at his own work. The man can’t even look at anything straight, mind still in his own little puddle. His lips are red and rimmed, fingertips visible around his chin and jaw, his hair looking in all directions at once. He scoops him into his arms and starts walking towards the wall, he sits on the ground and brings him into his lap. Regulus hugs him around the neck and leans into his shoulder, James hands rubbing at any surface they can reach.
Few minutes later Regulus seems to be back with them on planet earth, he looks up at James and shyly smiles. “Thank you.” He says quietly, bringing a hand and caressing it over his face.
James kisses the palm of his hand, “Trust me, I should be the one who says that.
Regulus smiles, closes his eyes and when he opens them again looking down, he asks “Did you really mean what you said?”
James' head spiralled, trying to figure out whatever things slipped from his mouth while he was horny, Regulus must have catched on to that because he looks away, retreats his hand and a few silent tears leave his eyes.
“Hey,” James grabbed him by the chin, “It’s not what you think.”
Regulus nods, still looking at the ground probably thinking James was going to leave him.
“I was just thinking about which thing i exactly told you,” James brings Regulus hand to his mouth, kissing over his knuckles and the inside of it, “I really think you should run.”
“I can’t.”
“Do just like your brother did.”
“He went to land.”
“Land?” James repeated, looking at Regulus in clear confusion, “How can he survive there.”
“We can,” Regulus answered quietly, “We just need someone to go, and I have no one.”
“You have me.” James looked at him hopefully.
Regulus' mouth parted, he hugged his necklace, “You’re not joking?”
“Of course not,” he leaned down, kissing his forehead. “I'm not going to ever let you go.”
“Please don’t.” Regulus whispered, before looking up at James, “I want to show you something.”
“Please do.”
Regulus clutched his pendant, whispering in a foreign language to James. In the blink of an eye, his tail turned into legs and James sat there looking stunned.
James turned to him and saw a hopeful look on his face. He double checked only for the tail to still be replaced with long pale crossed limbs. Regulus was still a mystery to James and he swore that he would discover all of him one day.
“Let’s get out of here.” James said after a few moments of inspecting Regulus’ legs.
Regulus looked down at his legs, moving his numb toes, “I don't think I can walk at the moment.” James beamed at his work and Regulus hid in his neck.