He stared blankly into a kitchen cabinet, not quite sure what he was looking for, when two arms slithered around his waist and a head appeared at his left shoulder. “What are you looking at sweetheart?” Regulus only hummed and leaned into James, nose first. James chuckled and detached a hand to reach for a bowl from the apparent bowl cupboard, but the instant chill Regulus felt att the loss of a roaming hand made him whine sourly and snap out his own hand to bring James wrist back to his chest.
“No breakfast?” James asked and pecked Regulus cheek softly
“No” Regulus answered
He squirmed a bit under James's lose grip. His half conscious mind simply would not accept this lousy embrace.(Why didn’t James just grow some more hands so he could touch more of Regulus? Does he even like him?) Fortunately, Regulus knew just how to make James hold tighter. He assisted one hand towards his neck and let his head fall back onto James's shoulder with a sigh with just a bit of hook on it. James could hear his breath stutter and pushed himself instantly closer to Regulus's back, one hand pressed into his shoulder and one held tighter around his waist where it sneaked under his loose shirt and squeezed the soft skin of his hip(Might’ve been James's shirt). James nosed his way up Regulus’s neck and found the hidden place behind his ears to breathe in his smell. Regulus knew he smelled of sweat and sleep, but couldn't seem to mind it when James’s small puffs of air made him shiver from head to toe.
A yelp and a dramatic gag made James freeze.
“In my own home!” Sirius exclaimed indignantly. “Would you stop it please, I’ll never be able to erase this from my poor memory. I’m tainted! My innocence ruined!” He recites as if in a play. While Regulus understood the feeling of having to watch his brother cosy up to a partner, he simply decided it too early in the morning to sympathise.
“I just wanted a plate and some breakfast! And this is what greets me?!” Sirius continued.
Too tired for words and not willing to let go of the wonderful closeness he had worked so hard for, Regulus turned around in the embrace to paw at James’s back and glare over his shoulder at his overdramatic brother.
Sirius had unfortunately (or fortunately) covered his eyes with his hand and tried to the best of his ability to find his way through the kitchen blind, a hand waved in front of him, yet he still managed to knock into the kitchen counter.
It was obvious that James was building up courage to let go by the way his grip slackened, but Regulus refused to accept it so he held tighter and hunched closer to James’s warm and broad figure.
“Reg” James weakly protested.
A hot debate took place in Regulus’s mind. He couldn’t stay here forever, and breakfast began to sound nice, but Regulus was almost frightened of the cold unforgiving state of loss he was sure to find himself in if he let go of James. A compromise was to be found among the occasional inspirational koala he had seen (He had seen zero koalas in his life).
He abruptly stepped away from James and ignored the tug in his stomach to give a curt nod toward the kitchen kabinet James now had access to. With a suspicious glance in Reg’s direction James took a hesitant step forward and reached for two blue bowls to eat their cereal in and instantly Regulus latched himself to James’s back. James gave a soft laugh.
“I knew you weren't going to let go that easily.” he shook his head. “You’re stubborn, baby”
Regulus huffed
“And?” he grumbled
“I love you for it” James simply said
Sirius walked into the kitchen fan and stumbled back into the doorway.