I'm done playing
James was placing kisses across Regulus' body. Every time he traced his teeth across his skin he let a soft moan at the thought of the marks James is leaving behind. He knows how much James loves to mark him. He noticed that after a good night, James lingers his fingers across the marks with a smug expression.
And Regulus is not opposed to it. On the contrary. He loves the reminder. But James is intentionally not touching him where he wants him. And it's been what feels like hours, and he is done playing.
He buries his hand into James’ mess of curls and gives him a sharp tug to make the boy look up at him. “Get on with it, Potter,” he says breathlessly.
“I'm savouring the moment.” James grins.
“Well, savour faster. Or there won't be much of savouring...”
He can see James considering the options. He gives him another sharp tug in warning that leaves the other boy with gazed eyes full of desire and lips parted.
He hangs his legs around James' body and turns them around with an expression I'm gonna do it myself then. And after this James doesn't do much of a talking.