Chapter 4
He woke up with kisses on his back. A smile grew on his face, and he hummed.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning, how do you feel?”
“Better,” he sighed, turning around to face Barty, chest still against the mattress, “I'm sorry for yesterday.”
“Stop apologising. I won't pressure you into anything and you know it,” he kissed his forehead, “Tell James when you're ready.”
“As long as you stay with me, I can tell him without being scared of him hating me,” he sat up, climbing on top of Barty to kiss his lips, feeling his hands lying on his back, carefully and gently.
“I should get up right now and tell you to fuck off,” he joked, pulling away before kissing him again, “I'm sorry for the picture.”
Regulus giggled, “Yeah, Sirius saw that,” Barty closed his eyes, pressing all of the muscles of his face together in embarrassment, and Regulus chuckled, “Should I be jealous?”
“Of Sirius?” he opened his eyes.
“I mean, he saw your dick. Who knows he will be the next one cheating on his boyfriend to get a taste of it?”
“Fuck you,” Barty rolled them over, “You're still with James, you know that, right? Save those jokes for when you're done with him.”
“Let me laugh about it, Barty. Otherwise I will start crying again.”
Regulus reached for his lips again, sliding his tongue inside Barty's mouth, hearing a soft humming coming from the boy. He pulled his hair, and leaned forward again. Barty pulled away to kiss his neck.
“Careful,” he told him, and Barty let go of his teeth, that were ready to bit his skin, “Fuck me gentle, will you?”
“That's hard,” he confessed, and Regulus giggled, “You look so pretty when I ruin you.”
“Wait,” he said, “You'll have all the time in the world to do that, okay?”
“Yes,” he kissed his lips, “Are we about to have morning sex again?”
Regulus laughed, “I'd be happy if we had morning sex everyday.”
“Nasty,” Barty grinned, and kissed him again. Regulus touched his back, letting his nails dig into it, “Hey!”
“What? As far as I'm concerned, I can do whatever I want with you?”
“Regulus,” he blinked.
“What?”
“That's fucking hot.”
Regulus chuckled, and let his tongue roll over his neck, and then he sucked.
“So I'm allowed to make you beg?”
“That's easy.”
“Alright,” he pushed Barty off him, who didn't show any resistance before falling on his side, letting Regulus throw the sheets to the end of the bed before kissing his stomach, and then his mouth again.
When Barty touched his waist, Regulus held him, and pinned his hands against the mattress, on each side of his head. He started rocking his hips against Barty, who bit his lips.
“Did you think I forgot when you said how you loved being tied up?”
“I'm not exactly tied up, if I wanted to get myself free I easily would.”
Regulus rolled his eyes, “Now you're just showing off.”
“Do you want to tie me up?”
Regulus blinked, and smiled, “Obviously.”
Barty let his head rest on the pillow, “Go on, get that belt I loved so much.”
His whole chest lit up, and his heart could be heard miles away from when he got up the bed and searched for the exact belt he used that day, finding it buried below dirty clothes. He came back, trying to figure out how he would do that.
Barty ended up helping him, getting his wrists stuck together as Regulus pulled the belt as far as it could go.
“Shit,” he breathed out once he let go of him, “You look hot like this.”
“I'll look even more hot coming down your mouth,” he smiled, and Regulus had to roll his eyes before pressing himself harder against his half-hard cock. Barty choked in a moan, and Regulus kept doing the motions he would've done if he was actually riding him, “Fuck, alright, Reg. I'll stop joking.”
“I like when you joke,” he smiled innocently, and caressed his chest, leaning to leave a kiss on his cheek. Barty turned his head for a kiss, but Regulus pulled back, “Nuh, uh.”
“Fuck,” Barty rolled his eyes, feeling the pressure on his clothed dick.
“Mhm,” Regulus whined, throwing his head back. Hands still on his chest, “This feels so good. I could come like this.”
“Just fucking ride me, whatever you want. I need— uhm— to be inside you.”
“Okay,” Regulus popped the top of his mouth, and got off his lap to start taking off his boxers, his fingers playing with the waistband before pulling it out. Barty helped him with his legs. Once off, Regulus started taking his boxers off as well, sitting on his lap. Both of them moaned with the touch of skin.
“Hey,” Barty called, “That will hurt,” he tried warning, but Regulus started rocking his hips again.
“Oh, it won't,” he said with a smile.
“Jesus, Regulus,” he bit his lip, “Why are you doing this?”
“You've been a bad boy,” he shrugged, “Sending me dick pictures while I'm having lunch with my boyfriend… did you expect me to jerk off for you in that bathroom?”
“Kind off,” he laughed through his nose.
“You're the one being nasty now, Barty,” he pressed his ass against his dick, and Barty grunted in a try to close his legs, “Suck them,” Regulus asked, letting two of his fingers play with his lips before Barty took them in, twirling his tongue around them for a couple of seconds until Regulus decided it was enough.
He pulled off, and leaned over until their lips were touching. Instead of doing that, he pressed his elbow on the space next to his head, and uncomfortably reached for his hole, pressing his fingers against it.
“Oh, fuck you,” Barty said.
“I'll admit,” Regulus whispered, letting his hand touch Barty's head, and then hit their foreheads together, “They don't compare to yours.”
“Then let me do it.”
“No,” he replied, feeling his arm ache from the position, “You will come when I feel like you can.”
“Keep talking and I will come untouched.”
Regulus laughed, and kept fucking himself until his arm started feeling numb. He whined once he lost the stimulation of it, but smiled and bit Barty's neck, sucking and kissing.
“People will see that.”
“Then tell them a whore did it.”
“I wouldn't be lying.”
Regulus blinked at him, wanting to punch the smile off his face.
“Alright. I'll just go have breakfast, what do you think?”
“No,” Barty turned his head, “Please, sweetheart.”
“Do you want me to ride you?” Barty nodded, “Then be good, will you?”
“Got it. No more jokes.”
“Amazing.”
Regulus crawled away, moving Barty's legs apart so he could sit between them. He spit on his hand, and wrapped it around Barty's dick.
“Fuck!”
He thought about going slower first, but instead, he started stroking as fast as he could, getting his tongue down to play with the head, and then around it.
“Regulus, stop that,” he asked, but Regulus knew by his voice, and his hips lifting, that he didn't want anything to stop. Regulus looked up, locking their gazes before resting his hand on the base, letting his head fall down, carefully.
“Alright, alright. Fuck, just— fuck.”
Regulus smiled, and started bobbing his head, gripping Barty's balls softly every now and then, “Regulus, I'll— Jesus, your mouth— ergmh. Fucking— sinful.”
Regulus could feel drool coming down his chin as his mouth started salivating. He swallowed, and closed his eyes to try and go even more down.
“I'm gonna come—” he warned, and with that, Regulus pulled back in a loud pop, and wiped the drool away, “Fuck!” Barty hit his head on the pillow, “I need to touch you.”
“But you won't.”
“Please, Reggie,” he whined, “I need to come so bad— shit. Please,” he sucked his lip, and Regulus giggled as he kissed his dick, and then his belly, and his chest, letting his tongue run over his left nipple, “Shit. Fuck,” Barty raised his legs, bucking his hips forward in hope it would touch Regulus’ dick.
“Down,” he muttered, and Barty let his legs fall, breathing heavily as Regulus tortured his nipple.
“Reggie,” he cried out, and Regulus licked his body before kissing him shut. Barty hummed against his lips, feeling Regulus pull away, and open his mouth to let his tongue touch his before wrapping them in a kiss once again, “Please.”
“Say it again,” he asked, feeling the desperate sensation of his dick trapped between their stomachs.
“Ride me, please, Reggie. I'll be good, so fucking good. Ride me like this, don't let me touch you. Use me, anything, but please ride me.”
Regulus smiled, and gulped. Desire infecting his brain. He moved back, holding Barty's dick, and hoped his miserable fingering and his blowjob were enough to not make it hurt. He pressed himself against Barty, hearing the other moaning, and opening his lips more and more and Regulus got down. Regulus dug his nails on Barty's waist, and threw his head back once he was all the way inside.
“Shit,” he squeezed Barty, feeling pain entering his system.
“Are you okay?” Regulus nodded, “Slow.”
Regulus opened his eyes just to roll them, and tried moving up, letting a loud moan escape his mouth as his head fell down. Barty grunted, and moved his arms.
“Quiet,” he said, knowing that Barty could easily free himself if he moved again. The belt was not even close to a rope or even handcuffs. It was weak, and Regulus knew Barty could break free any time he desired — Regulus hated that.
Barty breathed heavily, and nodded.
Regulus moved down again, and then, all he knew was the slap of their skins as Regulus rode him faster each time.
His hands flew to the belt, holding it still as he bounced on his lap.
“Talk to me, Reggie,” Barty breathed out.
“You feel so good,” he confessed, “Filling me up so right.”
“Mhm. Just for you,” he tried saying it between moans.
“Fuck, you just look so pretty like this,” he looked down at the green eyes shining at him, “All for me to play with.”
“I'm not gonna last, I hope you know that.”
“That's okay,” Regulus smiled, and whined when Barty's hips met his. Not complaining once he pressed his feet on the mattress so it'd be easier, “Oh, fuck. I love when you do that.”
“Noted,” he breathed in a smile.
Regulus held his face still, forcing his fingers on his cheek so Barty would open his mouth.
“I'm gonna spit, is that okay?” Barty nodded, and Regulus sucked his cheeks, collecting saliva before spitting on his mouth and kissing him right after. Barty moaned against his mouth, kissing him like his life depended on it, their hips moving hard against each other. Regulus lost himself in the taste of Barty's mouth for long enough not to notice his arms moving until he heard the iron hitting the wall, and felt hands holding his waist.
“Oh, shit,” he whispered before being rolled over.
“Turn over. I can't take this anymore.”
“I can't have fun, can I?”
“Turn over.”
He should keep going with his strong position and remind Barty why he was tied up, instead, he turned around, arching his back for him.
Regulus thought Barty would just start fucking him, but instead, he felt his hands on his ass, pulling the cheek apart before falling with his tongue against his hole. Regulus moaned, opening his eyes to squeeze them again.
“Fuck,” he pressed his forehead on the pillow, gripping the sheets as Barty kept licking and pressing his tongue against him, “Shit, Barty!” he started moving his hips at the thought of getting Barty tied up more times.
Right when he lost himself in the feeling, Barty pulled back, and slapped his ass with all his strength. Regulus opened his mouth, biting the pillow to muffle the noises.
“Sorry, I hope you won't fuck James anytime soon,” he sarcastically said, and Regulus rolled his eyes.
“Not anymore,” he said, and then smirked, “Not after Wednesday.”
Barty froze, and Regulus smiled in victory.
“Wednesday?”
“Mhm.”
“You drunk texted me on Tuesday.”
“Mhm,” he hid his face on the pillow, smiling against it.
“You fucked him?”
“He's my boyfriend after all, isn't he?” he bit his lip, turning his face so his cheek would be touching his pillow.
“And still you're wiggling your ass for me right now,” Barty hit him again, and Regulus rolled his eyes.
“I rode him.”
“You did?”
“For the first time ev—” another slap, “And I let him cum inside me just like you did.”
Another slap, followed by an aggressive hit of hips, Regulus gasped, and felt Barty pull his hair.
“Was it good?” he asked, softly, but Regulus knew that would end the moment he'd start moving.
“Amazing,” he lied, licking his top lip, “So good, you don't even imagine— ugh,” his body fell back as Barty thrusted inside.
“Cat got your tongue?” Regulus nodded. There wasn't anything more to say, or at least, nothing came to his head. The thought of James making him angry, “Come on, Reggie. I'm loving this,” he thrusted again, “Talk about how good your fuck was.”
“So good…” he murmured, not even sure about what they were talking about anymore.
“Come on,” he begged in a fake innocent voice, pulling him up by his hair until his chest was touching Regulus’ back, “Talk about your pathetic boyfriend while you fuck yourself on my dick.”
“No,” Regulus breathed out, letting go of the play, “Shut up about him,” he turned his head to reach for his mouth.
“Thought so,” and then his hand was wrapping around his dick, and Regulus was bouncing again.
“Oh, fuck. So good, Barty,” he moaned, touching Barty's head with one hand while his mouth worked on his neck. Barty's hand moving up and down on his dick, sending him to another dimension.
“I know, love,” he whispered, “I'm so close,” he warned, kissing his earlobe.
“Fuck,” he heard his voice getting louder as he kept searching for the feeling of Barty hitting his prostate repeatedly and stroking his dick with all the strength he had, “Fuck, fuck!” he screamed, feeling his orgasm hitting him like a wave. His body arched, and he let his head rest on Barty's shoulder. He felt how Barty came right after, searching for his hips as Regulus kept moving up in a silent moan. His body shook on Barty's arms as his movements started slowing down on his dick. Then, a strangled noise ripped through his throat, and Regulus gulped, squeezing his eyes together when Barty squeezed him and pushed him. Regulus’ body fell on the bed like he was melting on the way.
“Fuck,” Barty kissed his back, “You're sinful, Regulus,” he said against his ear.
“This was the best fuck of my life.”
Barty laughed, and pulled out of Regulus. Both hissing with sensitivity.
“Goddammit,” Barty breathed out, falling next to his lover.
“This stupid belt,” Regulus said once his fingers bumped into the cold iron, “You really couldn't let me ride you until you came twice inside me, couldn't you,” he turned around, watching how beautifully Barty laughed.
“Sorry, I was trying really hard. However, the ‘coming twice’ part seems really promising.”
“No way,” Regulus said, touching his chest, “Now you'll have to wait,” he said, and kissed his cheek.
“What time is it?”
“Can you stop asking that everytime we fuck?” Regulus blinked at him, but grabbed his phone, “It's almost midday,” his eyes fell to the calls he missed, and the 4 messages pending. Fuck, “And James tried to call me.”
Barty rolled his eyes, “Answer him,” he said.
[11:00] Good morning, love ❤️
[11:00] Is everything okay? Sirius said Evan was feeling worse :(
[11:30] Are you still sleeping? Why aren't you answering?
[11:45] Reggieeeee?
“Good news,” he announced, “Sirius didn't say anything,” Barty raised his eyebrows, “But I might have to call him back.”
“Go ahead,” Barty touched his leg.
“Right now?”
“Yeah, I don't mind,” he shrugged, and Regulus frowned before clicking on James’ contact.
“Hi?” he called softly once James picked up, “Hey.”
“Baby,” he heard, “Did you wake up?”
“Yeah, just… finished breakfast,” he touched Barty's chest, seeing his smile growing on his lips, “What about you? Why'd you call me?”
“I normally text you when I wake up and you're always awake before me.”
“Sorry. Evan was feeling really bad.”
“Yeah, he told me! I called him up to see if you were still there,” Regulus’ smile faded, and Barty frowned, hitting his leg curious, Regulus waved.
“Oh! Well, yeah. He is feeling much better.”
“He said he's going to pay you back, y'know, the painkillers.”
Was James playing with him? Regulus rolled over, getting up the bed as Barty sat down. Shit.
“I already told him he doesn't need to— I need to go shower now, yeah, baby?”
“I'm busy today, but we can see each other either at night or tomorrow, okay? Miss you.”
“Miss you too, kisses, baby. I'll text you once I know when I'm free, bye!” he hurried himself to hang up.
“What happened?” Barty leaned over.
“James called Evan,” he said.
“And?”
“I said that Evan was sick that morning when we were together. And yesterday Sirius told him I was heading over to Evan's again because he was feeling bad.”
Barty's face fell, “Oh.”
“Evan apparently lied…?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean he played along, Barty!”
“That's good, no?” Regulus let his body fall on the bed again.
“Do you think James knows? Because Evan doesn't know so he'd literally tell him he was never sick—”
“Text him, sweetheart,” he leaned to miss him, “Now I have to go throw up after hearing you call him baby.”
Regulus rolled his eyes, and watched as a naked Barty walked into the bathroom's direction. He grabbed his phone, and texted Evan.
[12:00] Wtf??
[12:04] Long time no see
[12:04] Wassup
[12:04] Evan.
[12:04] Did you get a call today?
[12:04] Oh, that
[12:04] Yea
[12:04] Dwwww your secret’s safe w me
[12:04] What do you know?
[12:05] Now you just sound like a cop LMAO
[12:05] I don't know but if you're lying then I have to help u
[12:06] Are you cheating?
[12:07] Wtf
[12:07] I'm not
[12:07] Don't make me be sick a lot, Jamie will think I'm going to die 😭
[12:08] Jamie
[12:08] Sarcasm, idiot
[12:08] Don't worry about your secret
[12:08] I'm a loyal friend
[12:09] Ty, Evan.
Regulus spent the entire day in Barty's arms, watching a movie and falling asleep with his hand in his hair. He felt safe, like no one else mattered — because they didn't. As the hours went by, Regulus was more sure no one would ever be able to love him like Barty did.
However, James ended up texting him, saying he just got home. Regulus sighed, and gave Barty a ride to his house, and then followed to James’.
“Hi,” he softly smiled once the door was opened. Regulus smiled back, and kissed him.
“How was your day?”
“Uh—” he closed the door once Regulus was inside, “We practised a lot. You're coming to my game, right? It's in three weeks.”
“Of course I am, baby,” he let his jacket fall on the sofa.
“Great,” he smiled, “How was yours?”
“Perfect,” he blinked, “I watched a lot of movies.”
“Which movies?”
Regulus blinked, trying to remember the times he wasn't either kissing Barty or sleeping next to him.
“Boring rom-coms,” he shrugged, letting his body fall on the sofa.
“Alright,” James sighed, “Do you want to eat?”
“Not hungry.”
“You're never hungry,” James pointed out, and Regulus rolled his eyes.
“I ate before I came over, thanks baby,” he smiled over to him, and James pressed his lips in a thin line, nodding.
“Alright….”
He watched as James walked into the kitchen's directions. He heard the noises of the refrigerator, and grabbed his phone.
[22:30] save me
[22:30] Omw
[22:30] I feel the constant need to break up
[22:30] Go ahead, sweetheart
[22:30] I can't
[22:30] Hey
[22:30] Let's go to Dorcas’ party tomorrow, yeah?
[22:31] Not feeling like partying
[22:31] It's her co-workers bday and she just invited me
[22:31] U need some fun
[22:31] At the end of the day I'm still a cheater idk how that helps
[22:31] Pretty please????
[22:31] Fine ok
[22:32] PERFECT
[22:32] I'll pick u up at 19:00 tomorrow, ok sweetheart?
Regulus dropped his phone once James jumped on the couch with a sandwich in hands.
“Are you sure you don't want some?”
“Yes,” he said, and James nodded before biting on it.
James’ phone buzzed on the table, and Regulus reached to get it, but James hurried himself to pick it up. Regulus blinked.
“Sorry, work stuff,” he said, and silence fell over them as James texted someone on his phone.
Regulus sighed, thinking about how boring the night would be.
01:00, and James was sleeping on Regulus’ lap while he tried to force himself to rest. His mind yelling at him to wake James up and break up in an impulsive move. However he didn't. Instead, he turned off the TV and let his head fall on the sofa, and tried brushing away every thought on how bad this situation was.