James watched as Regulus dragged his hand down his face, creating a trail of tears and saliva with his fingertips. His eyes were clenched shut but James could tell they were watery with unshed tears stemming from his lack of release. He relaxed his arms back above his head, heaving a great sigh as he tried to catch his breath, releasing the smallest whimper. James couldn’t contain the smirk that graced his face. His boyfriend was beautiful.
Regulus was a vision of pale skin against James’ crisp sheets with his limbs lax and fluid. Quite unlike they had been just seconds earlier before James had removed his hand from his cock. Both boys had lost count of how many times James had brought him to cusp of release before abruptly pulling away. He briefly wondered how many more times he could do it before Regulus got that crease between his brows that signaled genuine irritation rather than sexual frustration. James was always teasing Regulus in every aspect of their relationship, but there was a line and he truly didn’t want to cross it in the middle of the only alone time they could find during the week. This alone time had become sacred to James and he wasn’t about to tarnish it by stroking his perverted ego. Regulus often used that word when referring to James’ flirtations, but they both knew he wouldn’t be where he was if he didn’t like it a bit.
“James?” Regulus questioned quietly, pulling the older boy out his musing. He hummed in response as he leaned down to intertwine their fingers, keeping Regulus’ arms anchored to the bed above his head. The Slytherin hissed in response to the movement as it jostled James’ cock, still nestled inside him where it had been for the better part of the past half hour. James had prepared him under the guise of what he nicknamed a “quickie” and then proceeded to tease Regulus until his body felt wound tight as it could go.
The Slytherin would deny enjoying it until the day he died and he had already decided he would complain later that their position strained his muscles. But he couldn’t help relishing his boyfriend’s attention. They so rarely got time together despite their friends being aware of their relationship.
“How long are you going to keep this going?” Regulus whispered.
“Hm,” James hummed, smirking. “How long do you think you can last?”
“You have a half hour before Quidditch practice and I have studying to do,” Regulus reminded.
“Hm,” James hummed again as he leaned back, releasing his boyfriend’s hands and running his own down Regulus’ sides before resting them on his waist. He then eased his cock out before snapping his hips to drive it back into place. Regulus let out a yelp before hissing through the aftershocks of having his prostate hit. Encouraged by his boyfriend’s reaction, James repeated the movement, moaning when Regulus’ nails found the flesh of his back. He leaned over the younger boy to connect their lips. James had kissed only one person prior to Regulus and while he would not call it a bad kiss, it left him feeling wrong. Kissing Regulus felt like coming home, like everything in the universe aligned for them for a single second.
The only thing better than kissing his boyfriend was hearing the sounds of his pleasure, the sounds of the effects James had on him. He broke away from the kiss, dragging his lips to Regulus’ neck to nip at his ear, knowing he would be rewarded with a small gasp. As he sat back up to peer down at his boyfriend, he felt Regulus trail his hands from his neck to his shoulders to his chest before teasing just near his nipple. Goosebumps rose across his skin and his cock twitched where it rested inside his boyfriend. He couldn’t stop his head from tilting as he considered his options. Yes, teasing Regulus was his favorite pastime. But he wouldn’t last long and he could tell Regulus was in the same boat, meaning they would have extra time to cuddle afterwards.
With a decision in mind, James lifted one of Regulus’ legs from where it had been draped over his hip, resting it in the crook of his elbow. He pulled his hips back slowly just to feel Regulus’ hole clenched tight on every inch of his member. Regulus always ran cold with frigidly pale skin and fingertips like ice. But when they were connected like this, James felt like Regulus was burning from the inside out. His insides were hot and tight and his outsides warmed up to match, evidenced only by the red flush on his cheeks and the slight sheen of sweat.
James began a rhythm of pulling back and pushing forward, occasionally pausing when his hips were flush with Regulus just to relish in the feeling of his boyfriend clenching around him. He repeated the motions as the subtle whines from Regulus became moans that echoed throughout the room.
Regulus felt overstimulated but couldn’t stop his ankles from digging into James’ back to pull him deeper. He felt so full it almost hurt, stretched to brim with cock grazing the spot within him that only James could find. Not that he had much experience with sex outside of James, who had been his first everything. In spite of that, Regulus was convinced no one else could make him feel the way the Gryffindor did.
“Harder,” Regulus hiccuped, “Please, please.”
James can’t get nearly as deep as he wants to in their position but when he lifts Regulus from his elbow to his shoulder, he’s able to thrust in short precise jabs. The change in position turned out to be exactly Regulus was asking for as James watched crumble further into pleasure. His hands were gripping the sheets at his sides, trying to remain in place as the force of James’ thrusts forced him closer to the headboard.
“Shit, James—“ Regulus’ breath caught in his throat and he choked on his own pleasure. He felt rubbed raw and out of control as his prostate was struck over and over again. His back arched against his will and his mouth opened in a silent scream as waves of ecstasy finally crashed over him. When he finally came to, he realized he was moaning loudly and his body was still shuddering from the force of orgasm. James was panting above him as he finished inside, Regulus whined at the feeling of being so full.
They took a moment of comforting silence before James began pulling out, both boys wincing in sensitivity. Looking down at Regulus, James decided the quidditch team could practice without him for one day. The idea of leaving his boyfriend, with his wet eyelashes sticking together and pupils still blown wide from their earlier activities, was significantly worse than any punishment. With an exhausted huff, he collapsed on top of Regulus, encircling the boy within his arms and burying his face in his neck. The sweat had since dried leaving behind the scent of mint and sage that always seemed to follow Regulus everywhere.
James felt himself begin to drift off when Regulus hit his back, “Get off.”
“No,” James grunted, burying his face deeper in Regulus’ neck.
“James, now,” Regulus ground out, trying his best to be threatening even though he could feel himself relaxing into the embrace.
“No,” James said again, grinning triumphantly as he felt Regulus’ body lose its tenseness.
“You have practice,” Regulus argued. “And I have an exam in the morning.”
“It’ll just be a tick,” James said. “A quick nap and afterwards we’ll get dinner and I’ll help you study.”
“You mean you’ll distract me under the guise of helping me,” Regulus responded. “I do not need any help to study.”
“Then we can just be together,” James said, landing a light kiss on the corner of Regulus’ jaw. “Please, Reggie.”
Regulus released a sigh as he accepted he was fighting a losing battle.