After
The thing is, Regulus likes sex. He likes how it makes him feel, and how it makes his brain go quiet. More importantly, as it turns out he really likes sex with James. This boy actually listens to what Regulus wants and makes his ultimate goal to please him.
It leaves him breathless the way James kisses him, savouring every moan Regulus makes, and traces his hands across his body like he doesn’t know where he wants to touch him first. It’s those words James whispers between them that make his brain malfunction. Regulus wanted to take his time and enjoy every moment of this, but the need to have James close, to touch him everywhere wins. It’s their first sex and it’s messy and hot and despaired.
Regulus is in seventh heaven when the orgasm spreads through his body, but nothing compares to seeing James come undone under his body. It’s a sight Regulus will play in his head over and over for at least a week. After they both lie next to each other panting heavily.
The thing is, Regulus likes sex. The problematic part is the after. When the adrenalin and endorphins slowly subside. And he is left feeling exposed. He is always raw after sex. Because even if he tried, he can’t control his expression and emotions during sex. It means that the other person witnesses the real him. Without any filter and any mask. It’s terrifying and with James, it’s even more intense because he truly cares about him.
A familiar cold wave washes over him as he feels the movement next to him initiating that James is getting up. Without a second thought, he sits up and quickly reaches for him. James gives him a surprised look.
“Don’t leave.” He whispers and instantly feels like an idiot. He retraces his hand and folds them to his lap.
“I’m not leaving you, love. I just wanted to go to the bathroom for towels to clean us up.” James answers softly.
Regulus isn’t looking at him. He presses his knees towards his chest to cover himself more. “Sorry.” There is a moment of silence and Regulus uses every second of it to mentally kick himself for his emotional outburst.
Suddenly strong arms clamp around his body and James lifts him up. Regulus yelps and lock his hands around James’ shoulders.
“Wha-” Regulus starts to ask but he is silent by James’ lips. He kisses him softly, slowly. When their lips part James rests his foreheads together.
“I’m not leaving you. We will take a shower together instead so I can hold you close the whole time. Is that okay, love?”
Regulus nods gracefully and James carries him to the shower. He washes Regulus’ hair and lets Regulus wash his. And more importantly, he spends the whole time telling him how beautiful he is, how lucky he feels to have him and how important he is to him.
Regulus is lying in James’ old t-shirt in his bed with the other boy still firmly attached to his side, and he is sure he never felt more loved and cared for before.