Chapter 1
This can't be happening again; Regulus thought as soon James hit the door behind him.
“You don't have the right to be mad at me, you know that, right?”
James let his jacket fall off his body, and Regulus rolled his eyes before turning into his direction. Another fight, perfect. Exactly what he needed for his tispy brain.
“I am mad at you because you are acting like a child, again.”
“Acting like a child?! Are you listening to yourself right now, Regulus?” the boy took a deep breath, rubbing his face with both hands
“Yes! Yes, you are overreacting,” he accused, seeing how James ran his fingers through his hair, looking away to calm himself down.
“This is the third game you missed,” he said, voice firmer than before. His eyes were angry, and Regulus had to cross his arms in an attempt to seem more intimidating. Normally, Regulus would try to ignore James, try to finish the fight with a kiss before he could come back to rambling about how upset he was — that was because, half of the time, Regulus was guilty, and he never knew how to handle that well.
He knew he was the wrong one here — he was James’ boyfriend, and attending his games was the minimum he had to do. However, he couldn't help but forget about his commitments whenever he was with his best friends.
“And I have told you how sorry I am, but you are still upset.”
“I'm still upset because you let your friends do whatever they want with you,” he stated, and Regulus rolled his eyes again, “You should learn how to say no.”
“Please. It was Barty's birthday,” he tried with a calmer voice.
“I don't care! It was my game. What's more important?”
Regulus didn't answer for a while, hitting his own fingers on his ribs as he thought about how he should act. James was his boyfriend, and he had commitments with him, things it was his obligation to do; still, he couldn’t help but get exhausted of how James thought he was the only person Regulus had to pay attention to.
“I've known Barty all my life—”
“You can't be serious…”
“Baby,” he rushed himself towards James, holding his arms, “I'm sorry, okay? It was my best friend's birthday. Everyone was there, and I ended up forgetting about the game. I'm here now.”
James blinked. Regulus knew he was softening up. This fight had to end somehow. Regulus was tired, his brain still aching from the loud music at Barty’s party.
“Alright.”
“Are you calm?”
“Yes.”
“James,” he held his jaw, forcing eye contact, “I love you, alright?” he kissed his lips, “I'm sorry I failed you,” it always worked.
James closed his eyes for a couple of seconds before holding Regulus’ wrist.
“Alright,” he said, “I was a prick anyway…”
“You're always a prick,” Regulus jokes, earning a soft smile from James before he reaches for his mouth again, “Let me make it up to you, yeah?”
They haven't properly been together in two months. James was always so busy with work that Regulus didn't have the guts to ask for his attention. Maybe because he thought James didn't want to be with him, or maybe because Regulus didn't feel the need to be with him so much anymore.
Still, he had to pull the relationship back up and fix things — and there is nothing he can do better than fuck his worries away.
He started kissing James’ jaw. And when he felt the gripping tightening on his waist, he knew James wasn't so mad anymore.
They kept making out until they were on James’ bed, fully naked. James’ fingers buried inside Regulus.
He felt his lower belly colder than it should be. He closed his eyes, trying to imagine the dirtiest things — it didn't work.
“Fuck,” James kissed his cheek, “Need to be inside you.”
Regulus’ forced a moan, nodding.
A few minutes after, James was fucking into him like Regulus was nothing but a hole to get himself off and leave.
Regulus tried to hold onto the feeling of the dick moving back and forward, trying to picture come dripping down his legs. He tried, and tried, until he couldn't take it anymore. He looked to the lube next to him in bed, and his stomach churned.
James’ kisses were making him sick, and he had to hold his shoulders, pulling him away.
“Stop…”
James blinked, pressing his eyebrows together, “What's wrong?”
Regulus took a deep breath, James feeling terrible inside him.
“I- I can't.”
“What?” he mouthered.
“I'm sorry, James. Get… Get off me.”
James pulled out, letting his body fall to Regulus’ side.
“Are you still upset?” he asked.
“I-” Regulus didn't know what to answer.
He couldn't say it didn't feel the same; that James didn't make him horny. Instead, he brushed it off by saying he had a headache, and left his house.
James sent him a million texts as Regulus drove to his house, one hand on the steering wheel, and the other against his mouth. Maybe the problem was him and not James. Maybe he just couldn't love anyone. He sighed. Stopping in front of his door and checking the messages.
[12:21] I'm sorry.
[12:21] I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable
[12:22] Just tell me what I did, please, Reggie.
[12:22] Was it because of the game? I promise you I am not upset about it anymore!!!
[12:24] Can you answer me?!
[12:24] I'm worried
[12:24] Goddammit.
[12:24] Text me once you're home
[12:24] I love you, ok?
He had to make it last — he reminded himself. James was his first love, and was his boyfriend for over 3 years; it's normal to have ups and downs and your relationship, so, Regulus would suck everything up, and fix this.
He tried typing a text, apologising — he ended up deleting it.
Fuck this; he thought, leaving his car before rushing into his house.
Regulus’ head started actually hurting once he turned the lights on.
As he prepared himself to go to sleep, he tried thinking about the good moments he had with James. Their first kiss, the first time they said I love you; how James cared about him so much — then, he wondered where that all went.
He didn't look at James the same, he knew that because he didn't feel his eyes sparkling anymore. Maybe Barty was right, maybe James wasn't the right guy.
He let his body drop on the bed, and grabbed his phone.
Barty.
No one was better at calming him down than Barty.
His number was easy to reach, and, once he guided his phone to his ear, it didn't take more than three seconds for Barty to pick it up.
“Is everything alright?” he heard, and his heart softened at the worried tone.
Regulus was never the best with calls. He only really called someone whenever something bad had happened, and Barty knew that, because he was always the one he searched for.
“Hi. Am I bothering you?”
“No, you're not.”
He took a deep breath, “Sorry. I just had a fight with James, and—”
“Again?”
“Yeah…”
“What happened now?”
Regulus sucked in before replying. He couldn't help but feel like he was bothering Barty with his relationship issues again — he knew how Barty felt about James, and how tired he was of hearing about it. However, he couldn't help himself searching for reassurance in him.
“I missed his game, again,” he said, “Because of your birthday.”
There was silence on the other side of the line for a while, “I'm your best friend.”
“That's what I told him.”
“You know James is an asshole,” he heard Barty moving around in his bed.
“I should've at least warned him—”
Barty sighed. Regulus could feel him rolling his eyes.
“Every week you tell me you guys had a fight. I've known you all my life. The problem isn't you.”
“I wouldn't be so sure about th—”
“Regulus.”
“Fine,” he grunted, “Maybe he does annoy me a little, but I hate that. I want our relationship to be okay again.”
“It hasn't been since fame got into his head.”
Regulus wanted to deny that, say that James wasn't thirsty for the daily attention he got; but he couldn't, because Barty was right. James wasn't the same.
“And I hate that. It feels like he is just holding me as a… trophy. Like he wants to show the world that he has got a Black in his hand; the son of Walburga and Orion Black.”
Barty chuckled, “That is exactly it.”
Regulus rolled over, staring at the window, “He doesn't care about my feelings anymore— maybe I don't care about him, too.”
“He's not the right guy,” he said. Regulus was familiar with that coming out of Barty's mouth.
“Then who is?” silence, “See?” he laughed, “I'm serious. James has been my boyfriend for way too long. He might do things I hate and don't make me happy, but that will change.”
“Tell me what you don't like about him,” Barty asked, slowly.
“I don't know…”
“C'mon. I need to hear you talking shit about James so I can be happy for a while,” Regulus rolled his eyes in a laugh.
It wasn’t right to shit on your boyfriend, especially when he was, overall, a good person. However, Regulus couldn’t ignore the tightness in his chest. He needed to get it out, and he knew Barty wouldn't judge.
“I hate how he likes the crowd more than he likes me. He wants me there to show the world he has me, not because he loves me,” Regulus said, a melancholic smile dancing on his face, “And how he prefers Sirius over me—”
“Of course…” he muttered.
“He never hugs me, not even to sleep; and he hasn't been over to my house in a year.”
Stupid, he thought. It was so stupid, how by saying those words he could realise how messed up, and cold his relationship was.
“Lord,” Barty grunted, “What's the next thing? He doesn't make you come?”
He knew it was a joke, but he couldn't help but feel his face growing red in embarrassment, thinking about how he ran out of James’ house because the sex was unbearable.
“Uh—”
“No way…” Barty chuckled.
“Stop! It only happened today.”
“Today?”
Regulus felt his stomach twisting, “We tried to fuck things out when I got to his home. It felt different, I don't know— I just left.”
“He doesn't fuck you like you like it?” something in his playful voice made Regulus sick to his stomach,
“Not really.”
“Tell him what you like, maybe— not that he cares about it, but it's something.”
Regulus moved his body again, facing the ceiling again. He never discussed his sexual life with Barty — he joked about sex, but something about actually venting about it made him feel embarrassed like he was still a teenager.
“I don't know what I like,” he decided being honest, “Normally we fuck in the same two positions.”
“That is depressing, Regulus.”
“Don't make fun of me!”
“I'm not!” he heard a heavy breathing, “What positions?”
“Barty…”
“C'mon!”
“He's either on top of him or behind me,” he breathed out.
“You never… tried riding him?”
His throat closed, “No.”
“Well, I think that is enough reason for you to break up with him,” Barty snorted.
“Because of sex?!”
“Regulus, does he at least talk with you during sex?”
“Like dirty talking?”
“Yeah!”
“He doesn't.”
“Does he praise you?”
“No…”
“Does he moan?”
“Sometimes,” he frowned. Barty seemed more upset about this than Regulus was.
“Regulus, he sucks. You deserve a man who will build things up before actually fucking you,” Regulus felt his saliva slowly going down his throat once again.
“I-”
“Like, when that time you joked about having your hair pulled— I thought Potter did that a lot, but apparently you're just not being treated right.”
Regulus couldn't reply. He gripped his t-shirt, breathing slowly. Barty had to stop, he had to shut his mouth and start talking about his party, Barty had to stop, but Regulus wasn’t brave enough to make him.
“Maybe I'm not,” he said.
“Alright, go to sleep—” he heard after a few seconds.
If Barty hung up, Regulus wouldn't be able to sleep. His mind would go around his words, go around his messed up relationship. He blinked, sucking his breath.
“Barty,” he called, slowly.
“What?”
“What do you like in bed?”
It sounded insane once Regulus heard it in his own voice. His fingers playing with his shirt. Something in his brain told him this was a dangerous path to follow — he had a boyfriend, and he shouldn’t be talking about sex with his best friend; however… it was just a conversation, right? People have those all the time.
He heard a slight laugh, “I won't say it.”
“Why not? I just talked about my depressing sex life.”
“It's different.”
“It might give me some ideas, you know, to try with James,” silence, “Barty.”
“What I like is not for you.”
“How do you know?”
“Reggie,” he laughed.
Regulus rolled his eyes, “What?”
“I'm into… You know, I'm not the freakiest person ever but I can't get satisfied with soft sex.”
Regulus stopped breathing for a few seconds, “So you're more of a rough guy, I'm guessing,” he said once he was reminded of his own lungs.
“It depends. How do you see that?”
Regulus shrugged, “I don't know. Do you slap them? Choke them? Make them cry?” a laugh was dancing around in his voice, but his heart was hammering against his chest, making him sweat. The sheets burned against his skin, like it wasn’t November.
Barty was silent, and Regulus’ brain was screaming. He needed to know the answer.
“Yeah…”
“Alright, see, you're rough,” he smiled when Barty laughed, “To be honest, I was expecting that from you. Your partners are always with hickeys whenever you're together—”
“Regulus.”
“Yes?”
“Can we stop talking about sex?”
“Why?” he frowned, as if the answer wasn’t clear enough.
“Because I don't want you to get jealous that I am getting better sex than you,” Regulus rolled his eyes.
“Oh, fuck you! You know, what? One day I will make James fuck me so hard I will see stars and come the entire night.”
He heard a soft gasp, “Good luck with that.”
Regulus didn't want to stop talking about this, he needed to know more, or at least part of his brain did — the part that lived in his own fantasy world rather than reality.
He thought of things to ask, and after a few seconds, he blurted out.
“What is your favourite sex position?”
“Uh—” he heard Barty moving, “I love when people ride me, to be honest. However, I love love fucking against walls.”
He tried to shoo the images of Barty fucking someone like that, pressing them against the wall and—
“Regulus?”
He blinked.
“Sorry, keep going.”
Shit.
“Keep going? I just answered your question.”
“What was the best orgasm you've ever had?” he ignored his previous answer.
“That's unfair, you won't be able to answer because your boyfriend doesn't even know how to properly fuck someone.” Regulus smirked.
He wanted to punish himself for agreeing.
“Tell me still…”
“I don't know. Maybe this one time a dude tied up my hands and sucked my cock. I hated not being able to touch him, but it also made me horny knowing I didn't have any control over how and when I would come.”
Regulus didn't know he had moaned until it had escaped him. He immediately dropped his arm away from his ear, covering his mouth. Shit, fuck, shit. He heard Barty's muffled voice, and slowly placed the phone back against his ear.
“I'm sorry.”
“What the fuck,” he heard.
“I'm so sorry, I'm sorry.”
“Fuck, Regulus. Fuck you, you can't do that do me.”
Regulus felt his stomach freeze, “I couldn’t help it–”
“First you wanna know about every single detail about my sex life, and then you just… Jesus. Sorry– It's late. I'm sorry, okay? Forget— shit.”
“Barty,” he whispered under his breath, “Don't say sorry. I moaned because I got… Well, because it was very hot.”
What did he have to lose in being honest?
“Regulus…”
“I know this might sound weird, “ he closed his eyes, feeling his boxers sitting uncomfortability around his hard dick. Fuck, James doesn't deserve this…., “But, can you keep talking?”
“Regulus…”
“Please?”
A sigh, “What do you want me to say?”
Regulus’ heart was racing so fast he could swear Barty could hear it, “Tell me more about you. About how you like to fuck.”
“I've talked about it.”
“I know there is more. You haven't mentioned you liked being tied up before-”
“Well, I prefer tying others up, but it doesn't really matter.”
“Barty,” he called.
“Tell me—”
“How…” he took a deep breath. This couldn't get worse, “How would you fuck me?”
There was a long silence, and Regulus almost regretted it. When his fingers tightened around his phone, ready to hang up, Barty spoke.
“However you would like.”
“Be honest with me,” Regulus touched his stomach under the shirt, digging his nails into his skin. His heart telling him to go lower, but his brain stopping him. He decided to keep poking his stomach instead.
“Regulus, you can't.”
“Fuck that. I'm not touching you, am I?”
This was it; the moment Regulus decided to forget everything and focus entirely on Barty, and the best moment they’ve ever shared.
“Fuck, Regulus. I'm too hard for this.”
Regulus sucked his breath, “Tell me how you would fuck me,” he repeated, still too curious to let it slide.
“Rough,” he said, “There is nothing I want more than… than shove my fingers inside your mouth, make you gag in it.”
Regulus bit his lip, opening his eyes to slide his hand inside his boxers, gasping, “Fuck, sometimes I imagine how your face would look like with the mark of my hand on it.”
Sometimes. He imagines it sometimes.
“Barty,” he called, taking his hand away to slide his boxers a little bit down, feeling his cock. His hand started moving up and down at a fast pace once he freed it. His breath was irregular, gasping in between the seconds. “Don't stop.”
“Fuck, Regulus, are you jerking off?”
“Yes,” he closed his eyes.
“Jesus. Alright,” he heard moving again, this time it lasted longer. Regulus wanted to ask if he was doing the same, “Do you want me to talk?”
“Yes, yes, please don't shut up.”
“This is funny,” he laughed, “You couldn't come for your boyfriend but now you're whimpering like a little bitch,” Regulus felt his head spinning around, “What would people think of this if they knew?”
“Fuck them.”
“You'd like that? Having your face all over the Internet? Everyone knowing how much of a horny, desperate, neglected slut you are. Your boyfriend can't do the job right so you have to come to your best friend to fulfil your dirty fantasies,” he heard him giggling, “Come on, Reggie, fuck yourself.”
He moaned loudly, throwing his head back. He needed Barty right now; he needed to see him, to feel his touch, to have him do everything he does to other people.
“Fuck yourself,” he asked, “I know you're all opened up already.”
Regulus couldn't help but feel himself growing closer at the thought of having James waiting for his message while Barty was dirty talking in his ear.
“Barty, I need you.”
“I know. I know, but you can't have me.”
Fuck that; he thought.
“He doesn't make me feel like you do,” Regulus let go of his cock, sucking on two of his fingers before bringing them down. He penetrated one, and moaned. His legs stuck by the boxers around it, Regulus tried pushing them farther until it was hitting his ankles, and then returned.
“Fuck, Regulus.”
“I need you inside me, Barty,” he started moving his finger, fast and hard, but it wasn't enough.
“Imagine it's me. Imagine I am there, fucking you how you deserve, making you feel good under me.”
“Need–” he whimpered before sliding the other finger, “–you.”
“If you keep talking like that…”
“I need you to fuck me senseless, Barty. I need you to choke me, make me cry. I need your dick inside my mouth, everywhere— Hm,” he moaned, “Do whatever you'd like, all of the nastiest shit that you love. I will take it and want it the next day, and the next.”
“Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck.”
“You're so hot,” Regulus said, “Your arms drive me insane. Everytime you kiss someone, I can't help but stare.”
Images of Barty flashed in his mind. The tattoos he had around his skin, his large shoulders, and the sick smile he always had. Regulus bucked his hips once he thought of the veins on his pale hands.
“Keep lying to me and I might lose my mind.”
Regulus wouldn't say he wasn't lying, so he kept going, “Your eyes make me want more of you— I hate how James doesn't let me go. Hate how I need you all the time.”
There was nothing stopping the words from falling out of his mouth, his mind too excited to be, at least, a little conscious.
“Shit!” he heard.
“Cum,” Regulus asked, letting go of his fingers to stroke himself again as aggressively as he could, “Cum with me.”
“Fuck, Regulus. Fuck, yes. Your voice— Ah, fuck. The things you say.”
“Only for you, just for you.”
With that, he heard a struggling moaning, followed by another, louder, and then another, desperate. Regulus bit his lower lip, and let his mouth fall in a silent moan as he started spilling all over himself. He breathed like he had just lost the ability to control his lungs, and enjoyed as his mind went blank, and the world shut down to give Barty and his noises a place to shine.
Silence fell over them for a while. Regulus was moving his hand slowly, so tired he couldn't even open his eyes.
“Jesus,” he whispered.
“You're insane,” Regulus couldn't help but smile, “Go sleep before you regret this.”
“I could never regret this,” he stopped his hand, hugging his dick, feeling its veins spasming against his skin.
“You can't come back from this, you know it, right?”
Regulus sighed, letting go of his cock, his hand resting on the bed, careful not to touch anything.
“You said you've imagined my face red because of you. Was that a lie?” he had to ask.
“Do you want me to be honest?” Regulus rolled his eyes.
“Look what we just did,” he said, “Can't hide anything from each other anymore.”
“There is nothing in this world that I ever wanted more than fuck you,” Barty confessed, and Regulus felt his stomach churning. He smiled.
“How long?”
“We don't talk about that. Not now. Goodnight, Regulus.”
“Goodnight, Barty.”
When Regulus went to wash himself, he couldn't even look in the mirror. He didn't regret it — not what he did with Barty. However, the only thing he could think about was how disgusting and how much of a cheater he was.
The next day, waking up felt weird, different. Just by looking at the window, he could remember watching the sky while Barty told him things he wouldn't forget. They had stepped too forward, broken the friendship barrier, and now, they would either stop talking or Regulus would keep cheating on James.
Deep down, he wished it was the second option.
He heard his phone buzzing, and picked it up. James.
[09:10] Gm
[09:10] Are we good?
[09:10] Yes, baby. We are.
[09:10] Thank God hahaha
[09:10] I'm heading to a podcast right now
[09:10] See you later?
[09:14] Sure :)
He sighed once James replied with a heart. Stupid.
Regulus couldn't keep it normal, couldn't treat James like everything was fine. He punched his pillow, rolling over as Barty's words invaded his brain.
“Fuck yourself, I know you're all opened up already.”
He thrust against the mattress, whining. He never hated Barty as much as he did right now. Like he had been reading his mind, another notification sounded.
[09:16] Thought it'd be rude of me to make you cum and don't text you good morning.
[09:16]You're a son of a bitch
[09:16] We shouldn't do this again
[09:17] Ok
[09:17] As u said, u didn't touch me, so you can just go back to your boring sex and think about me until you cheat on James with some old guy you met on grindr
[09:17] Wtf.
[09:17] Can we
[09:17] Meet up?
[09:17] Where?
[09:17] Your house. It's quieter and we need to talk.
[09:18] Waiting for u, sweetheart.
Regulus found himself texting James about when they would see each other as he got into his car. He saw some messages of his friends, and decided to ignore it as the radio played loudly.
He knew this was wrong, that James didn't deserve it; still, he decided to blame it all on his need of sex.
He had a bad moment with James, and he needed to relax — Barty helped him with it.
That's all he needed to tell him as soon as he got there.
However, as he knocked on his door, Regulus knew this had been a bad idea.
His breath became irregular as a shirtless Barty showed up in front of him. Regulus knew he did it on purpose.
Barty smirked, and Regulus squeezed his hand around his jacket, letting his eyes fall on his body.
Memories of last night went around in his brain, and he couldn’t help but feel the real motive of his visit fading away as he stared at his lips. The need to touch him like he should have done last night hitting his chest.
No. No. No.
He tried begging to himself, but he couldn't control his body as his arms wrapped around Barty's neck, kissing him.
Barty gasped, surprised. The man touched his waist, and Regulus felt like he was melting right there. Their tongues fighting for space, and their hands confused on where to touch.
Fuck.
He came here to talk.
Regulus pulled back, panting.
“Sorry.”
“That was a great talk,” Barty laughed.
“This is wrong,” he said, kissing him.
“But you like it, don't you?” as he said it, Regulus heard the door being closed by a hit of his foot.
“I need to fuck you out of my mind.”
It wasn’t a lie. Maybe, just maybe, if he actually had sex with Barty, his need would go away.
“Good luck with that,” a kiss on his cheek, and Regulus let his head fall on the other's neck, licking it. He heard a whimper, and something inside him twisted.
Okay. Fuck him and move on.
“We have an hour,” he whispered.
“What?”
“We have an hour before I have to leave.”
“James?”
“Mhm,” he kissed him again.
“I think I can make you come a few times until then.”
Regulus pressed their hips together, and Barty moaned, sliding his hand to the inside of Regulus’ shirt. The boy stepped back, taking off his jacket before returning to Barty's sinful mouth.
“You're extremely quiet now,” he pointed out.
“You're unbelievable,” the man laughed through his nose.
“Where's your courage? Didn't you say you wanted to ruin me?”
“I can't ruin you, sweetheart. You're seeing your boyfriend soon,” he touched his hair, carefully.
“Who cares?”
“I do,” he said, “Even if it pains me not having you all bitten and bleeding for me.”
Regulus dug his nails on Barty's shoulders, hearing a moan coming out of him.
“Then do that where other people can't see, yeah?” he tilted his head, watching Barty's gaze on fire.
“Fuck,” he breathed out, “Room. Now. Go on,” he started pushing him, and Regulus chuckled as he rushed himself into Barty's room, taking off his shirt and throwing it around on the way there.
Regulus didn't have time to turn around when he entered the room, because Barty pressed himself behind him, kissing his neck and slowly walking towards the bed until Regulus fell on his knees against the mattress.
“Your mouth is magical,” he whispered, leaning his head to the side, leaving his neck fully on display for Barty to mess with.
“Do you want to use my turtle neck after? I'm not sure I can contain myself.”
“Please don't.”
And then he was pushed against the bed. His cheek hit a pillow, and Barty started biting the end of his back.
He then thought of James, and how he was in the podcast, having no idea what was happening just half an hour away from him. Regulus felt his dick throbbing inside his clothes, and tried turning around.
“Barty,” he called.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Be faster.”
“If this is the last time I get to enjoy you, then let me taste it all.”
Regulus rolled his eyes, feeling how Barty let his body fall to his side, and Regulus climbed on top of him, kissing his mouth again.
“You can taste it another time.”
“Will there be another time?”
Regulus sucked his breath, moving his hips back and forward, hoping he wouldn't have to answer the question like that. They couldn't do this again, this had to be the last time they're finding each other in this situation.
He was James’ boyfriend, and he couldn't fuck Barty again.
He analysed how Barty closed his eyes, throwing his head back, and Regulus didn't think twice before kissing every single spot of his neck. He felt Barty's nails aggressively scratching his back, and that only motivated him to move more.
“Please, Regulus,” he whispered, “Fuck, I can't take this.”
“Tell me,” Regulus begged.
“You have no idea how much I need you.”
“I think I do.”
“You don't,” he promised, “Can I bite you, sweetheart?”
“Do whatever you want.”
He hissed once he felt the teeth pressing against the flesh of his shoulder, followed by a soft lick. Then, he did the same close to the curve, and Regulus moaned loudly.
“Fuck this,” he said, pulling back. His hands fell on this belt, opening it fast. He heard Barty laughing, and then his hands were helping him take it off.
“I could make a great use of this,” he commented in a chuckle, touching the belt like it was a precious antique and Regulus gulped, looking at him.
“Really?”
“I mean—”
“Fuck, I need that.”
“No,” Barty stated, holding his hips carefully, “No, we can't try every single thing right now.”
“I hate that,” he whined, pressing their lips together.
“It's okay,” Barty touched his cheek, “Let's enjoy the time we have left.”
And then, there was no talking for minutes. The kisses were messy, wet, needy, and Regulus could swear he could finish just by rubbing himself against Barty's hardness.
They rolled over on the bed, and Barty licked all the way from Regulus’ chest to his pants. He didn't ask before opening it, taking off Regulus’ shoes with no effort and taking it all off. Regulus couldn't talk, and he didn't want to.
“Sweetheart,” he heard, and nodded, “What time is it?”
“Pants,” he whispered, dizzy by the exposition, by all the feelings inside him.
“What?”
“My phone.”
Barty jumped off the bed, taking out Regulus’ phone before throwing it onto him.
He turned it on, seeing James’ messages.
“It's 10:15,” a sigh escaped his lungs, “Hurry up. James texted me.”
“Answer him,” he calmly ordered,, and Regulus blinked, “Go on, I'm gonna suck you while you write.”
“Oh, fuck. Yes, alright. Yes.”
Shaking, he clicked on the notification, seeing the three messages pending there. His eyes ran over the words, but his brain was not capturing it while Barty took off his boxers.
“What did he say?” he asked, holding Regulus’ dick firmly. The boy moaned, and bucked his hips up, “Tell me.”
“He— he asked if… if I could drive there, and that… that he couldn't— fuck,” he grunted, feeling the wet touch of his tongue, “wait to make it up for last night.”
Barty laughed, sucking Regulus’ head like his life depended on it.
“Reply,” he said after pulling away, “Tell him how much you can't wait too.”
“I can't,” he confessed, letting his phone fall next to him.
“Yes you can. Or are you too ashamed you're being blown by your best friend while talking to your boyfriend?”
“No,” the reply ripped out of him immediately.
“You're a fucking slut,” and then, his mouth was going down again. Regulus grabbed his phone, hands shaking as he typed something that he barely could understand.
He was sure there were grammar mistakes in the middle, but he couldn't care when his dick was constantly hitting the top of Barty's mouth.
He threw his phone away, and touched the other's shoulder, waiting for him to come up.
When he did, he held his face, staring down at his eyes. Maybe it was his dick talking, but Regulus was afraid he didn't want to leave this room so soon.
“Fuck me,” he begged.
“Now?”
“I need it, yes. Now before I have to go.”
“How do you want it?” Barty asked, kissing his jaw.
Regulus thought about his answer, but in the end, it didn't really matter as long as he got to feel Barty.
“Tell me how you need it.”
He watched a smirk growing on Barty's face, “Ride me.”
Regulus bucked his hips up as a reaction, and Barty crawled back, taking off his clothes as fast as he could. Regulus sat down, feeling his chest going up and down as Barty stripped in front of him. His mouth moisturised as he saw the hard dick in front of him.
“Might need a few fingers before,” he laughed through his nose, and Barty glanced at him with a mischievous smile that Regulus had to be careful not to get addicted to.
“Wouldn't let you do it without them,” he said, climbing onto the bed to reach for his bedside table, his fingers wrapping around a bottle of lube.
“You have that there everyday?”
“I get horny a lot,” he chuckled, but Regulus couldn't laugh.
“Do you finger yourself?”
“All the time,” he knew he was exaggerating, but Regulus couldn't help but blink slowly at the image in his head.
“Alright,” he breathed out, raising his leg so it would touch the other's dick. Regulus smiled as Barty hissed, stiffing all of his muscles, “Will you get over with this, or not?”
“Someone is desperate.”
Regulus opened his mouth to complain, but saw that Barty started to press the bottle, closing it when he had enough on his hands. Regulus had to roll his hips at the sight of Barty moving his fingers up and down against the others.
He opened his legs when the boy crawled back, and kissed his stomach, and then bit his hip bone.
“Stop teasing!” he grunted, earning a laugh from his best friend, who licked the interior of his thigh, “Barty, fuck—”
Before he could finish, a cold finger was sliding to his insides. He choked a moan, arching his back the further he could as Barty kept kissing and biting his thighs.
“Move, please fucking move,” and then, his finger was sliding back and forward, slowly and torturing, “Barty, say something.”
Another laugh, and another finger. He was on fire, burning from the inside out. His dick throbbing, neglected.
“Barty,” he could swear that if Barty didn't start fucking him for good, tears would actually burst out without any warning.
Like he could read his mind, Barty started bending his fingers, pressing deep and fast. Regulus opened his mouth, and moaned in a roll of eyes. He felt Barty's mouth sucking on every spot from his hip to collarbone, stopping there.
Regulus opened his eyes, pulling him up so he could taste his mouth. Barty kept thrusting his fingers, and then, Regulus couldn't kiss back anymore. He felt Barty sucking on his tongue, and sent the vibrations all through the other's body.
“Sweetheart,” he whispered, spreading his fingers around. Regulus nodded for him to continue, “What time is it?”
“Fuck you.”
“Please…”
Regulus touched the mattress, looking for his phone, “10:30.”
“Tell me when you're ready, yeah?” Barty kissed his neck, and sucked there. Regulus almost slapped him for it, but then remembered the turtle neck he promised, “You're so hot like this, even better than I imagined.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Mhm, I should take a picture of you like this, on my bed, hard like rock with my fingers deep buried inside you.”
Regulus bit his lip, “I would love that.”
“Maybe someday…”
“No,” he breathed out, opening his eyes, “You're going to fuck me with all you have, and we won't mention this ever again. Got it?”
“You can't blame me if I start thinking about this everytime I jerk off,” Regulus licks down his ear.
“No,” he said, but didn’t mean it.
There wasn’t a universe where he could go on with his life without his moment hunting him down all the time.
“I know you will too,” Regulus wouldn't deny.
“Maybe if you fuck me hard enough. What's happening here doesn't seem remarkable in any way.”
The silence gave him everything Regulus wanted to know. A few seconds after, his fingers were being aggressively pulled away, and Barty reached for the lube again, touching his dick with it.
“Ride me,” this time he wasn't asking, or begging.
He blinked as the boy rested his back on the wall. Regulus moved his hand up and down on his own dick once before climbing on top of him.
Regulus didn't have time to adapt himself before Barty was holding on his waist, placing his dick in the correct position and forcing Regulus down, the sticky sensation making it easy for him to slide. A loud, long moan escaped both of them, and Regulus couldn't stand the weight of his head before dropping it on Barty's shoulder.
“So full…” he said, feeling the way Barty pulsated inside him.
“Yeah, baby? Do you think you can show me how full you feel?” when Regulus tried moving up, a whine escaped his throat, “You're so pathetic.”
“Oh, fuck.”
“You like that?” a laugh, “Of course you do. Here, let me help you,” his hands gripped on both sides of his waist, helping Regulus as he pulled up, but instead of gently pulling him down, he bucked his hips up. The other boy dug his nails strongly on the other's arms. The struggling noises stopped him from saying anything as Barty kept thrusting all the way up, “Is this remarkable?”
Regulus opened his mouth, but his brain couldn't process any noises other than moans and messy please's.
“Look at me,” Barty pulled his hair, forcing Regulus to look at him. Lips parted and cheeks flushed as his body bounced on his lap, his hips starting to move along, “Is this remarkable?”
Regulus didn't reply, feeling his body giving in at the intense sensations. Not satisfied, Barty slapped him.
“Fuck,” he let out, and Barty held his face again.
“So pretty,” he said, and kissed his lips, “I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. Your face was so pretty.”
“James…” Regulus pressed himself harder as Barty pushed up. A moan escaped both of them as his dick filled all the way up again.
“Stop thinking about James, sweetheart.”
“You can't slap me like that,” he said, but not as a complaint, “James will notice it.”
“Everyone will.”
“Uhm— exactly. It's dangerous.”
“Sweetheart, you're a mess right now,” he said, pulling his head back again, “Why don't you stay quiet?”
“Thought you liked my voice.”
“I do, but I hate when you waste words talking about your boyfriend, you know?” his tongue running around the burning mark of his hand.
“Then put all your anger on me.”
Barty smiled, and hugged Regulus by his waist before rolling them over.
“Barty,” he said once he caught his breath.
“Tell me,” he slowly pushed himself against Regulus again, who moaned softly.
“Slap me again.”
“Shit,” he breathed out, and then Regulus was feeling his skin burning by the aggressive touch of the other's hand, “Fuck, Regulus.”
“Yes! Fuck me, you do it so good, c'mon.”
“Shit.”
Regulus could swear his eyeballs would glue on the back of his head if Barty kept hitting him in all the right places. He squeezed his walls around him, earning a deep grunt. A smile ripping off his lips as he thought about how familiar he was with this position.
“What are you laughing for?”
“James fucks me like this all the time— uhm— and still you manage to do it better.”
He felt teeth digging on his shoulder, and let out a shaky moan.
“Then come for me, will you? Show me how better I am.”
Regulus smirked, pulling his hair to capture his lips again. His legs wrapping around the other's hips, pulling him down as he rocked against his dick, that still went on and out of him at a steady, aggressive pace.
“Need you,” he mouthered against the other's lips, “All the fucking time.”
“Enjoy me while you have me.”
“Fuck that,” he said, “Need you everyday.”
“You will change your mind.”
Regulus’ heart squeezed inside his chest, his brain cursing James for existing like he wasn't the one cheating.
Barty pulled back, holding Regulus’ arms before placing them on his shoulders without any effort. Regulus’ smile faded the moment the man pressed himself forward, making his legs burn by the pressure.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Regulus bit his lower lip, but that didn't stop Barty from letting his head fall as he went as fast as he could. He looked to the side, seeing his hands gripping the sheets. His veins almost cut his skin out, and his fingers are still sticky. Regulus rolled his eyes at the thought of his hands against his neck, “Barty,” he called, receiving a not so controlled humming in response, “Choke me.”
Barty raised his head until his eyes locked on Regulus’.
“If I do that I won't last.”
“I don't care.”
And then, Barty was pulling back to close his hands on Regulus’ throat, hitting his inside once, twice, three times until Regulus had to hold his wrists to search for air. Barty loosened up his grip, and Regulus gasped before pressing the hands again.
“Slut. That's what you fucking are,” he chuckled, “You're so goddamn tight, Regulus.”
Regulus wanted to reply, but he couldn't. He closed his eyes, feeling how his lower belly was burning, and his dick shouting for attention.
“Gonna come?” Regulus nodded in a strangled noise, “Yes, come all over yourself and then get all dressed to go meet up with your boyfriend while your all body is ruined below those clothes,”
Regulus squeezed his eyes together, arching his back. So close, so close…
“What are we gonna do about that face?” he asks, “It'd be a shame if I just…” Regulus felt him letting go of his throat with one hand, and before he had the chance to complain, Barty's hand was hitting his cheek on the same place again as the other hand squeezed his neck down when Regulus had breathed enough.
That was the breaking point. As a tear escaped his eye, Regulus felt his body shaking under Barty, and incomprehensive noises coming out as shouts.
Barty leaned down, kissing his mouth without return. Regulus felt how his stomach was getting dirty by his come, and his walls squeezing Barty as if that was enough to stop him from fucking Regulus through his orgasm.
“Barty,” he whined against his lips, “Barty, Barty. Fuck, Barty,” he couldn't roll his hips, as Barty was still locking his legs down around his neck. Tears rolling down his flushed cheeks.
“Coming,” Barty warned out of his breath, “Fuck, I'm gonna come inside you.”
“Yes, please. Oh fuck! Yes!” he threw his head back, and Barty stopped his movements once he was all the way inside. His liquids spilled all inside Regulus as he moaned, and moaned.
Once he felt Barty calming himself down, Regulus tried moving his numb legs. Barty shut him down by shoving two fingers inside his mouth, and Regulus sucked them like his life depended on it.
“Goddammit… What time is it?”
Barty let go of his mouth, pulling back to let him take off his legs, letting him drop them on his sides. He slowly moved out of Regulus, who whined before grabbing his phone.
“It's 10:50.”
“Jesus,” Barty said, “You have ten minutes.”
“I'm tired…”
“James is waiting,” he sat down, “This was fun, really. I'm glad it happened.”
Regulus frowned, “Why are you saying that?”
“Can't I say how much I enjoyed it?” he leaned to kiss Regulus, softly this time, “I really hope we get to do this again in the future.”
Regulus watched as he pulled back. His heart racing at the thought of Barty actually never wanting this to happen again. Although that was the right thing, what he had come to an agreement with; it was also his worst nightmare now. He didn’t believe he could go back to being Barty’s friend after having hickeys all over his body because of him.
“We can…” he tried, “We can keep this a secret.”
Even after that, Regulus felt that Barty was still not out of his system. He needed it badly, he needed it to continue.
Barty raised a single eyebrow, “What do you mean?”
“As long as no one knows about this,” he sat up, feeling come leaving him, slowly, “I think we're good.”
He waited for Barty to argue back, or say something about James. Instead, he smirked, “Dick so good you changed your mind?”
Regulus rolled his eyes, and kicked his arm, biting his lower lip not to giggle along.
“Alright,” he said, coming off the bed, “I need a shower.”
“Hold on,” Barty reached for the other's waist, pulling him closer. His mouth watering his stomach. Regulus smiled, and held his hair, “Thought we agreed you would go like that.”
“We didn't.”
“Well, now we do,” he looked up with a smile.
“Barty, I have come all over myself, and I smell like sex,” he pointed out the obvious.
“And that's exactly why you will clean your stomach, put my turtle neck, and leave. You can borrow my perfume as well,” Regulus smiled as he felt his hands dropping to his ass, “I could suck your cock right now…”
“Barty!” he scolded, “James will find out in a second. Look at me!”
“I think you look like a masterpiece,” he shrugged.
“Let me shower. Please?”
Barty rolled his eyes, giving in, “You'll get late.”
Regulus stepped away, rolling his eyes, “Oh!” he looked over his shoulder, “And this thing right here,” he pointed to the red spot on his cheek, perfectly forming a hand, “Better disappear in the shower.”