Warm

“James, are you sure?” He asked, each and every fibre of his being straining towards the perfect man before him but forcing himself to hold back. “Is this about Cleary’s article?”

“It’s not about Cleary’s article. I’m ready.” Was the whispered response. “Are you ready?”

Salazar, Regulus had been ready for months. Years possibly. Still…

“You know I’m ready. But are you sure? This isn’t something you can take back.” Regulus honestly couldn’t fathom to himself why he wasn’t jumping James already, but here he was.

“I love you.” James whispered again like a prayer. “You have my heart, you consume my mind, you live in my soul… I want you to take my body too. Take all of me.”

Regulus simply did not have the words to describe how that invitation made him feel. The English language did not have the vocabulary for it. Nor any other language in existence. It was like his soul lit up and wrapped itself around James’s. Like the heavens exploded as the stars collided with the sun. Like James had taken his own thread of life and intwined it with Regulus’s.

There was nothing for it. He had to give James everything he wanted.

He crashed their lips together again, crowding closer still and licking into his mouth as though he could merge with the other man if he tried hard enough.

“You can have me.” He told James between kisses. “Have everything.”

The man seemed to take this quite literally as he slid both hands down to Regulus’s arse. At first, the Slytherin thought he was just feeling but then James hooked his hands under his thighs, hoisting Regulus up. It was by pure instinct that he wrapped his legs around James’s waist and locked his hands together behind James’s neck. One second, he was standing and the next he was in the air, James supporting him with an ease that showcased his clear strength.

“Bed?” James asked against Regulus’s lips.

“Bed.” He confirmed, all too eager for what would come next.

The man walked them over to the bed without showing a single sign of strain, never breaking their kiss. When they arrived, Regulus expected to be tossed back, but instead he was lowered down, carefully, James leaning with him and caging him against the soft sheets. The feel of the cool silk behind him and James’s warm body on top of him was absolutely divine. But it could be better.

“Off.” Regulus pinched at James’s shirt, already impatient.

James didn’t seem to have the same level of urgency. He chuckled into Regulus’s mouth. “Not yet, Starlight. We have all the time in the world.”

In a way, Regulus was used to his boyfriend following his every whim, so it came as small surprise to be denied. But this was James’s first time. James had waited for ‘the one’ and had somehow decided that Regulus was that person. For today, at least, James would get everything he wanted. His pace. His direction. Regulus would be damned if he didn’t make this the most special first time James could possibly have.

So, he fought down his own impatience to climb this man like a tree, and let himself be kissed, slow and deep, still wrapped around James even now they were horizontal.

When his lips were swollen and his patience became a delicate thread pulled taut, James finally released his lips and started to kiss down his neck. He bit at the skin there, leaving dark bruises on pale skin.

“Can I take this off?” James danced his fingers along the buttons of Regulus’s shirt in question.

“Yes.” Regulus gasped out as the man bit down particularly hard. He had created a monster in this regard.

James’s hands immediately came to the top button, right at his neck. It wasn’t smoothly accomplished, the buttons weren’t deftly undone, but instead James fumbled with them, his large fingers making the delicate, distracted work all the more difficult.

But he followed the path down, kissing and biting with every new bit of alabaster skin that was revealed after each button. Soon enough, Regulus’s had a trail of hickies all the way from his neck to his hipbones, and James began to carefully push the shirt off Regulus’s shoulders, gazing at his handiwork with his pupils blown wide. Regulus helped him, shrugging out of the shirt, and didn’t complain when James tossed it off to the side.

“You’re gorgeous.” James muttered, staring down at him as he lightly kissed the inside of Regulus’s wrist. The sensation was like the brush of a butterfly’s wings. He kissed all the way up Regulus’s arm and then all the way down the other, his hands roaming Regulus’s torso.

He then teasingly ran a finger along Regulus’s waistband. “Can I take these off too?”

The Slytherin couldn’t help but grasp him by the back of his neck and pull him in for another deep kiss, sucking on his tongue to give himself a moment of control.

“Yes.” He mumbled when they parted again, James’s lips slick with spit and utterly tempting.

The Gryffindor gently manhandled him so that Regulus was no longer wrapped around him like a koala bear and instead spread out beneath him. James started by taking his shoes off, taking the moment to kick his own off too. Then came his socks, and before Regulus knew it, James was undoing his belt with shaking fingers.

When he noticed, Regulus placed a hand over James’s, forcing him to pause. “Are you okay?”

“I’m nervous.” James admitted quietly. “But I want this, I swear.”

“I believe you.” He smiled softly at his boyfriend, a smile few had ever seen before. “Are you nervous in general or is it something specific? Because we don’t have to play by any rules.”

“I don’t know what the rules are.” James whispered, barely audible. “I don’t know what I’m doing here.”

“Just do what feels right.” Regulus placed a gentle hand on his cheek. “And you know I’ll tell you what I want.” He joked to lighten the mood. “You can count on me for that.”

James chuckled, the tension draining from his features. “You are very bossy.”

“The bossiest.” Regulus smirked at him. “Do you want me to get bossy now, or…?”

“In a bit.” James told him. “But not yet.”

Now that sounded like he had a plan. Or at least a loose one. Curiosity bubbled up inside him, but he decided to let it be a surprise.

He lifted his hands and gave his boyfriend an encouraging look. “I’m at your mercy then.”

James pressed a soft kiss onto his stomach in thanks before resuming unfastening Regulus’s belt, his hands steady this time. He opened the trousers next and shuffled down the bed so that he could slide them off. Regulus lifted his hips to help and watched closely as James guided the material down his legs. When they were off, the Gryffindor placed a kiss on his left ankle. Then a few more up his calf before kissing his way all the way up Regulus’s leg, his hands wandering over everywhere else. No-one had ever done that before.

Regulus felt utterly worshipped in a way he had never experienced in his life, every inch of his body given attention. Like there wasn’t a single atom of his being that James didn’t want to show his love to.

Regulus didn’t even know it was possible to feel like this. He’d had sex so many times before but it had never been anything like this. Hecate, they had barely begun and James, inexperienced though he was, was showing Regulus a new way to do this.

This wasn’t fucking. It wasn’t just sex. This was making love, as disgustingly cringey as it sounded. This was pure intimacy and Regulus was basking in every second of it.

“Can I…?” James’s face hovered over Regulus’s clothed crotch now, his breath was warm, sending a spark of excitement through his already hard cock.

“You don’t need to ask permission for everything.” Regulus told him.

“I’m going to.” James informed him right back, his big brown eyes filled with earnestness as they gazed up at him through long, pretty lashes.

Regulus wanted to ruin him.

“Okay.” He agreed. Let James have his chivalry. “And go ahead.”

The man hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, dragging them down and off in a slow and actually quite smooth manner before tossing them away. James stared at his exposed cock with a look of pure lust, licking his lips.

“Can I suck you?” He asked, breathy and perfect.

“Anything for my good boy.” Regulus responded, unable to help himself with James gazing up at him so prettily.

James sucked in a breath, eyes glazing over the slightest bit. Still, he got up and off the bed.

“Wait, where are you…” James knelt beside the bed. “going.”

“I’ve been thinking about this since you mentioned it that one time.” His perfect man admitted, looking like the picture of temptation, on his knees and waiting. “You said you wanted to get me on my knees and shove your cock down my throat.” He looked up imploringly through his lashes. “Can we do that?”

Oh, fuck yes.

Regulus didn’t waste a second in pulling himself up to sitting, scooting over to the edge of the bed. He plucked up a pillow and held it out to James. “For your knees.”

James suddenly looked bashful at that phrase as if he wasn’t already kneeling and asking for Regulus to throatfuck him. “Thanks.” He took the pillow and positioned himself on top of it. Then, he looked up at Regulus again after pulling off his glasses and setting them aside. “Can you get bossy now? I think I’ll feel less nervous if you just tell me what to do and, uh… teach me… how to do this.”

Merlin, he was sin incarnate and didn’t even know it. He could tempt a bloody saint and Regulus was no saint.

“Of course, Sunshine.” He agreed sweetly. “It’s time to take this off for me.” He told the man, pinching at his t-shirt again.

In the thoughtless move that Regulus so enamoured, James grasped the back of his shirt and swiftly tugged it off and over his head, carelessly tossing the garment aside.

Regulus was suddenly frozen by the sight of his scar from that accursed night months ago now. The large slash of raised tissue stretching from shoulder to hip-bone. The image of the same slash, still bleeding and open, overtook Regulus’s mind.

“Regulus?” James’s concerned voice snapped him out of his haze.

“Sorry.” He apologised, but he couldn’t look away from it just yet.

Slowly, James took one of his hands and pulled it to his own chest, deliberately settling Regulus’s fingertips against the scar.

“It’s okay.” He said, his tone tender and soothing. “We’re okay.”

Regulus dragged his fingers across the unnaturally smooth skin. “We’re okay.” He repeated in a trance.

Trying a different tactic, James took the hand again and brought it to his mouth this time, suckling on the fingers.

Regulus would like to pretend that it was some profound, meaningful gesture that brought him back to the present. But to be honest, it was James provocatively sucking on his fingers that did it. He was only so strong.

“Eager, are we?” Regulus taunted, when he snapped back into himself. “You’ll take anything you can get from me, won’t you?”

James hummed around his fingers, a mischievous look in his eye.

Regulus pulled his fingers out and wiped them unnecessarily on James’s cheek, relishing in the way the man just took it, shuddering.

It suddenly occurred to Regulus that he could do anything here. James had given him permission to order him around and ‘teach’ him what to do. He could, quite literally, guide James to his own specific preferences, tailoring this clean slate to suit him perfectly.

He felt like a god, the power high was so intense.

Cautiously, he decided to test this theory. To see how far he could go.

With his still semi-wet fingers, he grasped the man’s chin, forcing him to meet his gaze. “You don’t know anything, Sunshine,” he crooned, “but I’m here to help you. Would you like that?”

“Yes, please.” James answered dutifully. He looked rather excited by the prospect.

“Spread your legs, nice and wide for me.” He purred sweetly, releasing his chin. “Can’t have you rubbing off against anything when your focus should be on me.”

A flicker of recognition went off in James’s eye as he seemed to realise what Regulus was doing. It didn’t stop him from obeying, slowly sliding his knees wide open and giving Regulus a clear view of his excited bulge.

“Good boy. Now hands behind your back, and clasp your elbows.”

James did so without hesitation, biting the inside of his lip.

“Well done.” Regulus praised. “Good boys don’t need their hands for this, and you’re so good for me, aren’t you Sunshine?”

“Yes.” He replied, looking a little embarrassed but incredibly turned on.

“That’s wonderful. Now, stay still for me.”

Regulus grasped his cock in his hand, inhaling through the initial stimulation, then shuffled forward slightly, positioning his cock over James’s lips. Close, but not touching.

“How bad do you want it?” He asked, sickly sweet.

“So bad.” James answered right away, licking his lips at the temptation of Regulus’s cock so close but obediently remaining still.

Regulus decided to do something he’d always wanted to do but hadn’t had the right partner for yet. He directed his dick so that the leaking head brushed over James’s mouth, painting the plush lips in his sticky precome. James’s eyes widened as he did so but didn’t move an inch, and Regulus let out a sigh at the feeling. When he was done, he admired the view: soft lips, shiny and claimed. James looked like he was dying to lick his lips but just about managed to restrain himself.

“So good for me.” Regulus praised him. “Such a pretty picture.”

With that success, he decided to push one step further. He let go of his cock and let it glide across James’s cheek, then his nose, then his forehead. Just rubbing himself all over James’s face. Primal and claiming and utterly humiliating for the man on his knees. He just took pleasure in frotting against James’s face with no regard for his partner.

Then he paused, his dick rubbing shallowly against the man’s cheek. “You’d even let me do this.” He stated, with a serious question under his words. “Just to get a taste of me.”

“Yes.” James breathed out, answering his unspoken question just as seriously. “You can do anything to me.”

Oh, no-one should be allowed to say those words in Regulus’s direction, let alone James, but the Slytherin was going to take full advantage anyway.

“You’re perfect.” Regulus told him sincerely, pulling his back to hover in front of James. “You can taste now.”

Correctly interpreting his words, James leaned forward and licked the tip of Regulus’s cock, his head tilting adorably as he considered the taste. He must have decided favourably because he went back in, laving over the thick head and tonguing the slit. It immediately drove Regulus round the bend, and he couldn’t help but gasp and exhale shakily at the sensations.

“Good boy. Now tuck your teeth behind your lips, open wide and suck on just the tip. Feel free to use tongue.”

James hesitated for a moment, but then slowly obeyed, a determined look in his eye that was so very cute. Regulus was soon treated to the feeling of his cockhead engulfed in a tight, wet heat; the suction absolutely heavenly. And better yet, James’s gaze flicked up, so that he made eye-contact. The view of James, shirtless and on his knees, his pretty lips stretched wide around Regulus’s cock and his big brown eyes staring up at him, was quickly burned into Regulus’s mind. It was quite possibly the greatest view in existence.

He let James explore this for a bit, tongue wiggling a touch awkwardly, though Regulus didn’t care about his lack of finesse, before he pulled back to let James breathe properly.

“You’re going to take more this time.” He warned James. “Remember to breathe through your nose and if you need to stop, slap my thigh.”

“Got it.” His boyfriend confirmed, taking a deep breath in preparation. His trust in Regulus was so very clear.

And so the Slytherin pushed back into James’s mouth, ever so slowly and carefully. One inch. Two. He kept going until he was halfway in, the weight of his cock, heavy on James’s tongue.

“All good?” He checked in, just to be on the safe side.

James hummed around him in response which elicited a groan out of Regulus. Salazar, that felt good. Everything about this felt incredible.

He snaked a hand down into James’s hair, steadying his head in place while also grasping and tugging to make James spill out little whines and moans around him. By physically moving the man’s head, he encouraged him to start bobbing back and forth slightly, the slide absolutely exquisite and drawing long groans out of Regulus. There were a few small scrapes of teeth here and there but James got the hang of things quickly enough, Regulus periodically pulling back to give him a proper chance to breathe.

“You can take more, can’t you Sunshine?” Regulus crooned down at him, his voice practically saccharine. He tugged at James’s hair encouragingly. “Just keep breathing, you can do it.”

Eager to please, James inched his way forward until Regulus hit the back of his throat. He choked on the feeling and Regulus had to pull back, but it was honestly impressive he had made it that far without gagging.

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” He soothed, wiping the tears that had started to spring involuntarily from James’s eyes. “That’s completely normal. Do you want to try again?”

“Yes.” The word was ragged and panted out but still absolutely eager.

“James.” Regulus directed his boyfriend to look him in the eye. “To be clear, shoving my cock down your throat means more choking. Most people don’t try deepthroating on their first go. Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” James told him, not an ounce of falsity in his eyes. “I can take it. I want to take it.”

Merlin, he was perfect. Okay. “You have to really focus on breathing through your nose and try swallowing me down to counter the gagging.” Regulus advised, stroking a hand gently against his cheek. “And tap out if you need to.”

“I will.” James promised. Then his mouth fell open invitingly and Hecate, Regulus didn’t even have to train that into him. He simply couldn’t believe that this was the first time James had had in mind. That Regulus’s own depraved desires were everything James wanted too. He had no clue what he had done to deserve this.

But he certainly wasn’t complaining.

He obligingly pushed back into James’s mouth, letting the man sink further and further down of his own accord. When his cock hit the back of his throat again, Regulus felt more than saw him swallow, urging him yet further down. James’s eyes met his, a victorious gleam shining within them but even then, he wasn’t done. He started bobbing back and forth and Regulus had to genuinely calm himself because he was getting closer and closer to the precipice with every second that passed.

With that in mind, he pulled back partially, the head still heavy on James’s tongue.

“I’m going to start thrusting now.” Regulus warned. “I’m going to force myself down your throat and it’s going to choke you. Cut off your air supply. Are you ready?”

James’s eyes, unbelievably, lit up. He made an affirmative sound before letting his eyelids fall shut, tilting his head in acceptance of all Regulus would give him. The very picture of submission.

Spurred on by this, Regulus pushed in once again, all the way to the back of James’s throat and then further, relishing in the way his throat flexed and convulsed around him. He watched James closely for any sign of panic, any sign that he needed to let his boyfriend breathe, but none came. Even when James started crying, the gagging causing the tears to leak, James didn’t seem distressed, and he looked so very pretty crying on Regulus’s cock. So, he started thrusting, shallow at first but then bigger, the drag of the tight heat feeling absolutely divine against him. He built up a rhythm, thrusting until James turned red and suddenly yanking back so that James could gasp in some air, before sliding home again, James’s nose tucked right against his skin. He repeated it over a few more times, unrestrained moans spilling from his lips and his mind a fog of lust and primal urges.

He was getting close.

“Sunshine.” He panted out. “I’m going to come. Where… do you want it?”

But James just looked up at him through a half-lidded gaze, his eyes utterly clouded over and red from crying. He was unthinking in this state. Mindless. Consumed by Regulus and no room for thoughts of decisions.

So Regulus decided to indulge himself in the best of both worlds. He thrust once. Twice. Thrice. And then he was spilling into James’s throat, shaking as he did so.

“James!” He groaned loudly as he came, euphoria flooding his system.

He began to pull back even as he kept coming, now spilling into James’s mouth and now coming on his face, painting his features in streaks of come that looked stark against his boyfriend’s dark skin.

James didn’t panic even a little, just closed his eyes, his mouth wide open, come pooling inside. There was an ease to his reaction that would have betrayed experience with anyone else, but with James it was just a demonstration of how comfortable he felt and how much he trusted Regulus. He was so unbelievably, incredibly perfect. And now he looked like a piece of art with Regulus’s spend dripping from his skin. He looked primally claimed and utterly debauched. Corrupted innocence and ruined beyond measure.

Ruined by Regulus’s hand. It was everything he’d dreamed it would be.

“You were so perfect. So good for me.” Regulus littered praises upon him when he was finally finished. “Oh, you’re so pretty. You did so good. My good boy.”

He carefully wiped the come from James’s eyelids and they blinked open to gaze at him, the brown almost completely eclipsed by black.

“That was nice.” James rasped, his voice hoarse from the abuse to his throat. Ruined in the best way.

“It was more than nice. It was perfect. You were perfect.” Regulus cooed, cradling his head on either side.

“Can we do that again sometime?” James asked, and Regulus didn’t think he’d ever known anyone else as eager to blow him (except maybe Barty but he didn’t count).

“We absolutely can.” Regulus told him. “It was so good. You did really well.”

James smiled at him a bit dopily, a bit out of it, floating on an invisible cloud. “I’m really hard.” He admitted, come drying on his face.

Was this real? Had Regulus died and gone to heaven?

“We can do something about that.” Regulus proposed with a small smirk.

“Can you blow me?” James requested. “You seemed like it was good on your end.”

Oh, he was so precious.

“I would be more than happy to.” Regulus smiled at him, urging him up slowly. His knees had to be killing him. His jaw too.

James went willingly and let Regulus gently manoeuvre him to lie on his back, spread out on the bed atop Regulus’s admittedly many pillows, looking like a piece of artwork. After receiving permission (in keeping with James’s approach), Regulus stripped him out of his socks and trousers, leaving him in only in his boxers.

This was the moment of truth. Regulus had been hearing about this monster of a cock for months now. He had even practiced with that dildo he had appropriated from James for training purposes. But this was it. Regulus would be the first (and only, if he had anything to say about it) person to touch this dick other than James himself. This was the cock Regulus was planning on spending the rest of his life with.

After getting James’s approval, Regulus hooked his fingers into his boyfriend’s boxers and slowly, ever so slowly, pulled them down.

Oh, holy Hecate. Maiden, Mother and Crone. Merlin’s fucking tits.

It was perfect.

Just as enormous as advertised but so very pretty too. Rock hard and flushed.

Regulus was practically salivating.

Absolutely zero complaints from Regulus. 10/10. Would pine over again.

“Regulus?” James called, breathy and unsure. Insecurity dimmed his eyes.

“You’re perfect.” Regulus told him, meeting his eyes with utter sincerity. “Gorgeous.”

His boyfriend looked instantly relieved. “Oh. That’s good.”

“James, I want to devour you.” Regulus declared bluntly because he absolutely would not allow for his boyfriend to be insecure right now if he could help it. “James, I’m going to devour you. I’ve seen my fair share of cocks and not one has been as perfect as yours.”

“Oh.” James said again, looking bashful and flattered. “Really?”

“I have never been more eager to blow someone in my entire life.” Regulus admitted in confirmation.

His man adopted a dopey, happy smile. “Well, who would I be to deny you?”

He was still too collected for Regulus’s liking. The Slytherin resolved to fix that.

He lowered his head to hover over that legendary cock, letting his breath blow over it. He paused there in question until James’s hand came to rest on the back of his head, not pushing but giving permission.

Instead, just to tease, just because he could, Regulus dipped down further to kiss the inside of James’s thigh. James made a confused sound.

“Sshh. Let me take care of you, Sunshine.” Regulus soothed, kissing the skin again.

“Okay.” He agreed, his tone light-hearted. “Just don’t get lost down there.”

Regulus bit down, causing him to gasp, more surprised than pained. “Oh!”

“I’m marking you up.” Regulus mumbled against the warm flesh. “All mine.”

“All yours.” James echoed back to him, his head tilting back against the pillows.

The Slytherin took his time, kissing, sucking, biting marks into James’s strong thighs like he had thought about so often. Lavishing attention on those same thighs that always wrapped around a broom so beautifully. James let out a cacophony of beautiful whines and gasps, better than any symphony Regulus had heard before, and the man beneath him got lost in the feeling.

Now he was worked up enough, Regulus decided.

He shifted to hover over James’s cock and finally grasped hold. It was thick, thicker than any dick he’d ever gotten his hands on, but that dildo had been good practice after all. Maybe he should thank Barty.

He ran his hand up and down once, just getting a feel for it and James’s breath hitched as he propped himself up higher to watch. Regulus slid his grip down to the base and dipped his head to lick a broad stripe up the underside.

“I thought you said good boys don’t use their hands.” James joked, though his voice was shaky with anticipation.

Regulus flicked his eyes up to meet James’s in a predatory stare.

“I am the furthest thing from a good boy.”

Then he took the head into his mouth without warning, eliciting a sharp inhale of breath.

Regulus had given a fair number of blowjobs in his life, for his age at least, but he was determined to make this his best yet. He suckled on the head and swirled his tongue around it with a practiced expertise, his other hand coming up to fondle his lover’s balls. He lavished his attention, worshipping the man before him and drawing groans out of James near instantly.

“Regulus…” He moaned breathlessly, tightening his grip on Regulus’s hair. The Slytherin took this as his sign to up the ante.

He started bobbing his head back and forth, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked hard, and gradually taking more and more of this gorgeous, enormous cock. He was taking his time, playing with James really, but his boyfriend certainly didn’t seem to mind.

He tried to thrust into Regulus’s mouth, probably instinctively, but the Slytherin pinned him with an arm across his hips, pulling back.

He tutted in mock disappointment. “None of that now, Sunshine. Let me take care of you.”

“You fucked my throat.” James argued almost petulantly, pouting adorably as he did.

But Regulus just smirked wolfishly at him. “Because you’re a good boy and you take what you’re given.” He trailed a teasing finger up the shaft. “But I get to decide how much or how little that is.”

“Regulus.” He whined.

“Don’t make me treat you like a bad boy.” Regulus threatened completely ingenuinely, considering he had no intention of doing so.

But it seemed to spark James’s interest. “What… would that be like?” He asked slowly and cautiously.

Smirking, Regulus kissed his hip lightly. “I would be rough, Sunshine. And I wouldn’t listen to you at all, not even if you begged me. I’d call you lots of mean names, meaner than you’re used to.”

“Like what?” James bit the inside of his lip, curiosity shining in his eyes.

“Slut.” Regulus answered sweetly and his boyfriend sucked in a harsh breath. “Whore. Cumdump. Toy. I’d call you useless. Dumb. Desperate. Filthy. I’d tie you down and do whatever I wanted and you’d have to take it then, because I wouldn’t give you another choice.”

James’s eyes were wide and overwhelmed. “Oh.”

“You don’t want to be a bad boy.” Regulus soothed. “Not when I treat you so nice if you’re good for me.”

Surprising the Slytherin completely, James gave him a shy look. “Not today. But maybe… another day?”

No fucking way.

“Sunshine?”

“It sounds like a lot.” He admitted. “But maybe a good a lot? Maybe. Only sometimes?”

Did Hecate craft this man just for Regulus? Was there a more perfect person in existence? He didn’t actually want to be that level of mean during sex all the time, but the mood did strike him occasionally. Could it be any more perfect that James would align with that?

“Sometimes sounds good, sweetheart.” Regulus cooed at him. “But today you’re my good boy, aren’t you?”

“Yeah.” The Gryffindor confirmed. “I’ll be good, I swear.”

“Wonderful.” He purred. “So stay still for me and let me take care of you, okay?”

“Okay.” Came the obedient answer.

In reward, Regulus sank back down, bypassing the head and taking as much of James’s cock as he could fit into his mouth straight away, his hand covering the rest. He could practically feel James fighting not to buck his hips upward so in further reward, he hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard. James positively mewled in response.

Not entirely confident that his inexperienced boyfriend would last particularly long (but not bothered by this fact), Regulus pushed himself further, the heavy weight of James’s cock breaching his throat as he forced himself to take it right to the base. Thank you, practice dildo.

“Regulus.” James moaned, spurring him on.

He started moving his head, rocking on James’s cock as he deepthroated it, and humming periodically because he adored the groans it caused. He focused on his breathing and pressed his fingers into the bruises on James’s thighs, chasing his lover’s pleasure with determination and skill.

He was right in thinking James wouldn’t last long, but he already had plans to train him up a bit in the future. James would probably enjoy the training so he didn’t feel too guilty about his plans.

Regulus could tell he was starting to get close when he became incoherent, his body twitching in its overwhelmed state. He determinedly stayed where he was, upping the pace to bring his man maximum pleasure.

“I’m gonna–” James warned and it was only two seconds later that he spilled down Regulus’s throat.

The Slytherin started to drink it up before a thought occurred to him and he pulled back partway through, James’s cock continuing to come but in Regulus’s mouth this time. He let the come pool there without swallowing it down.

James slumped against the pillows. “Fuck, Regulus. That was incredible. You were… incredible. I’m– wow.”

With that glowing review, Regulus let the now sated cock slip from his lips, but kept his mouth shut, and he shifted on the bed so that he leaned over James, their faces inches apart.

“Regulus.” His boyfriend reached up with the intention of kissing him, but Regulus had other plans.

He halted James’s hand and instead placed his own fingers on his lover’s lips. He caressed the bottom lip before prying them apart, hooking a finger around James’s bottom teeth to pull his mouth open wide.

James gave him a confused look but he didn’t stay confused for long.

Regulus leaned ever closer and let his own mouth fall open, James’s own come starting to dribble down and into his waiting mouth.

The man’s eyes widened but he didn’t protest, only opening himself wider.

Regulus dripped more come down into his mouth, pouring it down mixed with his own saliva.

It was kind of disgusting. No, scratch that, it was definitely disgusting. But it was also one of the hottest moments of Regulus’s life. Watching James watch him as he slowly fed James his own come.

When it was done, he stared down at his boyfriend. “Swallow.” He ordered, but his voice was soft, a featherlight whisper.

He watched in satisfaction as James obeyed, closing his mouth and his Adam’s apple bobbing as it went down.

“Good boy.” He praised as he ran a finger over the wetness of James’s lips.

He was an utter mess by now. There was drying cum still on his face and in his tousled hair, his lips were wet with fresh saliva and cum that hadn’t quite made it into his mouth, and his eyes were red from crying, tear tracks down his face, as well as clouded over in a haze of lust and obedience, staring up as he waited for his next order.

Ruined. He was utterly ruined. It was the greatest achievement Regulus had ever accomplished.

He kissed him then, slow and messy, tasting two rounds of come on his tongue. Kissed him until the taste faded.

“That was really hot.” James said when they eventually broke apart and Regulus settled down to lie against him. He looked more awake and less hazy now. “The baby-birding thing.”

“Please don’t call it that.” Regulus drawled but a smirk played at his lips.

“What should I call it then?” James shot back, but his whole countenance was soft. “Because I liked it. We should do it again.”

Regulus placed a light kiss on his shoulder. “I thought you might. Sorry I didn’t warn you, though. It was a bit last minute in my head.”

“No, it was a nice surprise.” James assured him. “The whole thing was nice. You’re really good at that.”

Regulus couldn’t help but chuckle. “Thanks. I try.”

“You were way better than me.” He said next and Regulus wouldn’t stand for it.

He shifted up to lie face to face on their sides. “You were perfect.” He pecked him lightly on the lips. “And you’ll have plenty of practice.”

“Now that sounds promising.” James smiled contentedly.

“We should probably get cleaned up for bed.” Regulus suggested then, though he wasn’t particularly looking forward to getting up.

“What! Why?” James frowned at him. “We’re not done here.”

And now Regulus was confused. “We both came. That’s pretty much a sign to–”

“To start round two.” He cut in, a mischievous glint coming to his eyes. “I still haven’t made love to you yet.”

Regulus blinked. Then raised an eyebrow. “What do you call all of that?”

He grinned cheekily. “You’re the one who thinks sex is only anal or vaginal penetration. Aka: you still have a virgin to deflower.”

“I may have to concede the point. You’re definitely not a virgin anymore.”

“Let’s make sure.” James positively pounced on him, capturing his lips and rolling them over so that he was straddling the Slytherin, caging him in.

Regulus absently thought that he may have created a monster.

… But he certainly wasn’t complaining.

“Which way around…?” James murmured against his lips.

“I don’t love topping.” Regulus admitted.

“Not a problem.” James started to kiss his neck instead. “Can I prep you?”

James’s large fingers finally inside him? Definitely a yes.

“I suppose I’ll allow it.”

James paused, hovering above him and looking him in the eye. “I, uh, hear that the… ahem… the cleaning spells tingle.” He said awkwardly, probably trying to bring it up in a light-hearted way. It was very sweet.

“Now where’d you hear that?” Regulus teased, smirking up at him.

“A very awkward conversation.” James looked like he was trying not to grimace at the memory. “You don’t want to know.”

Regulus absolutely wanted to know. But that was a conversation for another time.

“I’ve got it.” He told James and then muttered the spells quickly without needing his wand, feeling that familiar tingling sensation. He was about to get the lube next when James piped in.

“I can do the lube!” He said proudly. “I’ve been practicing!”

Now that. That was adorable. Literally no-one could tell Regulus otherwise.

“Dazzle me.” He couldn’t bite back his amused smile.

James murmured the spells and Regulus was mildly surprised to feel his hole becoming slick. That was thorough of him. James held up his lubed fingers too, waggling them demonstratively and looking utterly pleased with himself. “Ta da!”

“Bravo.” Regulus tried to say flatly but he was too endeared and it just came out fond.

 “So, should I just… go for it?”

Regulus was starting to get cuteness overload. He wasn’t used to this, let alone in the middle of sex.

He pecked his boyfriend on the lips once more, and settled back, slipping a pillow under his lower back and making himself comfortable. “Yes, James, you can just go for it.”

The man smiled at him before sitting back on his haunches and scooting down the bed to get a better view. Regulus spread his legs wide, bent at the knee, for James to sit between, feeling totally secure in the action.

Slowly, cautiously, as if waiting for Regulus to stop him, James brought his hand down and then very hesitantly circled a single finger over the rim. When Regulus only inhaled quietly at the contact, he seemed to commit properly, adding slightly more pressure and teasing Regulus with his touch.

“I’m going to get bossy again if you don’t get a move on.” The Slytherin told him impatiently.

“Would that be such a bad thing?” James asked but he acquiesced, starting to push one finger inside. His fingers were thicker than Regulus’s own ones and about as long. Only one of James’s was barely anything to him, but he mentally prepared himself for more.

His lover was moving the finger almost experimentally, stroking against his walls and gentle in a way he was going to have to get over if he wanted to stretch Regulus properly.

“This is so different.” James muttered to himself, his eyes transfixed on where his finger breached Regulus.

Still, it got Regulus curious. “Than…?”

James’s eyes flicked up to him in surprise. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud then. “Oh, than uhm… Ahem. Than with myself.” He said awkwardly.

Well, that was an interesting thought. “You’ve fingered yourself?”

“I didn’t know which way around…” James trailed off, looking sheepish.

“Did you like it?” Regulus wondered.

James looked a touch embarrassed. He literally had a finger inside of Regulus and he looked embarrassed at the prospect of liking when he fingered himself. How was Regulus supposed to survive these levels of cuteness?

“It was nice.” He admitted. Regulus filed that away for another time. “I learnt a surprising amount about men’s anatomy.”

Regulus suddenly felt a little guilty that they had never really talked about this before. Presumably, he was the first boy James had ever seriously liked beyond a fleeting crush. He probably did a lot of questioning himself and his preferences when he first realised as much and proceeded to try researching and awkwardly asking around about these things. His heart fluttered a little in sympathy – he’d been there before.

“But if you’re still talking, I’m clearly not doing enough.” James declared. He started determinedly hunting around for that one particular spot and Regulus shuddered when he finally found it. “There it is.” He muttered victoriously, rubbing against his prostate gently. Regulus let out a series of breathy moans in response.

“Can I add another?” James asked him.

“Yes.” He answered impatiently. “Hurry up.”

James pushed a second finger in, suddenly, and all the way. It definitely shut Regulus up. There was a slight burn and resistance at first but the Slytherin groaned at the feeling. James then started to alternate between scissoring his fingers to open him up, and rubbing his prostate, sending jolts of pleasure through him.

“Beautiful.” James whispered, staring at his face in the throes of sensation.

Regulus gestured for the Gryffindor to kiss him again and the man complied, gliding their lips against each other in slow movements even as he continued to move his hand. The kiss was an echo of their intimacy, sensual and deep.

“One more?” James asked into his mouth after some indeterminate amount of time slowly making out.

“Now.” Regulus consented, panting through his pleasure.

So, James pushed a third finger inside him, slow this time, the burn greater than before, greater than with his own fingers, but still manageable. James battled his tongue against Regulus’s to distract from the quick moment of initial discomfort.

He continued stretching him until he was satisfied that Regulus was open enough, and then started thrusting his hand, battering his prostate. Regulus keened at the feeling, grinding back to meet his thrusts.

“Can you come again?” James asked suddenly but Regulus was too distracted to properly register it.

“Regulus?” He prompted, ceasing his hand’s movements.

“Why’d you stop?” Regulus practically whined, though he’d deny it if anyone asked.

“Because.” James smiled cockily at him as he hovered above. “If you can come again after your orgasm earlier, I’d rather you come on my cock.”

Oh.

“I can come again.” Regulus told him, already achingly hard.

James grinned. “Me too.” With that, he pecked a light kiss on the lips and carefully pulled his fingers out. Regulus would have mourned the loss if he wasn’t so excited for this next bit.

“Do want me to wear a condom?” James asked quietly and quite belatedly. “And… you’re…?”

Regulus managed to find his mind. “I will kill you if your wear a condom and I’m clean. I wouldn’t be doing any of this with you if I wasn’t sure of that.”

James gave him a slightly guilty smile. “Sorry, I just had to check.”

“I understand.” Regulus told him, grasping his cheek with his hand. “Now, get inside me.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

James slicked himself up and lined up at Regulus’s entrance, the head brushing his puckered hole. Regulus wrapped his legs around James’s waist. Still, despite his bravado, James hesitated.

So, Regulus directed him down for another sweet kiss. “I’m not looking for perfect.” He whispered after. “I just want you.”

Tension seemed to drift out of him. “I just want you too.”

James pushed inside him.

It was slow, mind numbingly slow, and Regulus groaned at the slight burn, at the feeling of being opened up so wide. It felt like the slide took forever and James even paused halfway through.

“You okay?” He whispered.

“Keep going.” Regulus urged.

James obeyed, gradually sliding all the way home before stilling, waiting. Salazar, he hadn’t even done anything yet and Regulus was losing his mind at the sensation. No dildo could have properly prepared him for the real thing.

After slightly longer than Regulus would care to admit (not that James seemed to mind), he finally started to get used to the feeling. Of feeling so split open with that massive dick inside him.

“You can move now.”

James kissed him deeply then started to move with the slightest rocking. It was shallow at first, a dirty grind which Regulus met equally, arching back into James.

James had one hand braced on either side of his head, while the Slytherin cupped his face with one hand, the other on his back, urging him closer.

“More.” Regulus instructed, unable to help himself.

James obeyed, his thrusts getting slightly longer, deeper, harder, pulling back more and thrusting with more confidence. Moans and whimpers spilled from Regulus’s lips, consumed by the man above him.

At some point, Regulus started to get impatient. “Faster.” He urged James, who didn’t comply. “Now.” He insisted, rocking himself onto James’s cock, chasing passion and frenzy.

“What’s the rush?” James panted out, kissing his forehead. It was very sweet, but that was not how sex worked.

So Regulus seized control. In a sudden and likely unexpected move, the Slytherin rolled them over, flipping their positions so that Regulus was on top, James lying flat while he straddled him. He started bouncing on his lover’s cock, fast and wild, upping the pace dramatically, and chasing his own pleasure. His thighs burned with the exertion and his chest heaved, but Regulus was a pro at this by now.

“This… is sex.” He announced, bouncing rhythmically and his eyes falling closed as he searched for more.

“Regulus.” James called, out of breath.

The Slytherin moved faster, determined.

“Regulus, slow down.” James said, placing hands on his hips.

Regulus didn’t pay him any heed. He’d show him what he meant. Guys loved it when he bounced on their cocks, fast and hard. James would be the same.

“Regulus.” His man said again, and he sat up so that they were chest to chest. His grip on Regulus’s hips tightened, forcing him to still his movements.

“James, I know what I’m doing.” He told his boyfriend, eager to get back to it. “Just trust me.”

James brought a hand up to cradle his face. “Can we try it my way first?” He asked softly.

Regulus suddenly felt bad. This was James’s first time. He should get to go at whatever pace he wanted, even if it didn’t actually get Regulus off. He could always wank after.

“Okay.” Regulus acquiesced, kissing him lightly in apology.

James deepened the kiss. It became slow and sensual, like the kiss that had started this. The fairy-tale one. Regulus threw himself into it, the indescribable feeling like a siren call to him, but James maintained the slow pace, his passion measured and steady.

Regulus tried to rock his hips again instinctively, but James’s grip was so firm, it might even bruise. He controlled the kiss and maintained their stillness, gradually working Regulus into a state of relaxation as he finally, slowly, allowed himself to get lost in it all.

It was only after Regulus had well and truly given up control that James started to move. Right there in their seated position, Regulus in his boyfriend’s lap, James started up his slow glide again, thrusting upwards deep but slow into Regulus. His hands slid down from the Slytherin’s hip to his arse, cupping his cheeks and physically moving him up and down on his cock. It was a show of pure strength that Regulus hadn’t actually thought was possible. It was like Regulus was just a doll – James was controlling his movements even while holding his weight. Regulus gasped at the sensations, eventually moving in time with James, matching his smooth rhythm.

It was all just so… slow.

Regulus expected that to be a bad thing. Expected to feel bored and under-stimulated. But this was overwhelming in a way he’d never experienced before. The slow glide was heavenly; it was like every spark of friction was amplified tenfold because the pace forced him to feel it. To get lost in it. Every breath made his skin tingle. Every touch set him alight. Every thrust stole his breath.

Regulus never wanted it to stop.

He moved in synchrony with James now. Up, gazing into his warm brown eyes. Down, their lips only inches apart. Up, their warm breaths mingling between them. Down, a sensual dance with just the two of them.

They stared in to each other’s eyes intently, unable to look way. Rocking together. Grinding together. Moving as one.

And they did pick up the pace, but it was a gradual build that crept into existence. A subtle crescendo that Regulus had never experienced before.

With Regulus now contributing to their movements, James wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him ever closer as if he wanted to be entwined forever. Regulus in turn had an arm wrapped around his back and another resting on James’s shoulder, cradling his head.

But there was no scraping his nails down James’s back. No tugging on his hair. There was only togetherness. Deepness. No frenzy but still all of the passion.

Regulus had had sex before but never like this.

This was intimacy in its highest form. This was connection. This was…

“I love you.” Regulus found himself panting out between shaky little gasps.

“I love you, Starlight.” James whispered right back.

And then they were kissing again, in time with their movements. Everything in harmony, all at once. It was like they were one, so entangled that Regulus’s hazy mind couldn’t comprehend where one of them ended and the other one began. It was pure ecstasy.

Pleasure was building within Regulus. Not a sudden rush of satisfaction but rather a gradual accumulation that snuck up on him, crushing him in, in the best way possible. He could feel himself dangling over the precipice, like hanging off the edge of the Astronomy Tower, like flying hundreds of feet up in the air.

Weightless and wantless.

“I’m–” He tried to warn.

“Me too.” James breathed back, his voice gravelly and low.

And in the next moment they fell. Together. James spilled inside him as Regulus came undone at the same instant, moaning each other’s names into the minuscule space between them.

The pleasure was poured out of him like a spool of thread unravelling and Regulus reached heights he’d never known before.

Eventually, they both finished and Regulus just breathed against him. Here, he felt full and sated, and he didn’t want to move, didn’t want for it to all be over.

James caught his lips again in a soft kiss. Sweet this time and oh so gentle. It matched the soft caress of his hand against Regulus’s hip, drawing out the moment in a way that made Regulus’s heart feel warmer than it ever had.

Neither of them moved away. They just existed in each other’s space, gentle touches passing between them. They had to break the moment eventually, though. And in the end, it was James who fractured the silence.

“Hi.” He whispered, smiling all pretty and soft.

“Hi.” Regulus whispered back, gazing at him adoringly.

“Was that… okay?” James murmured hesitantly.

“I didn’t know it could be like that.” Regulus revealed, the words like the delicate footfalls of a faerie, placed down ever so lightly.

“In a good way?” James bit his lip.

“In the best way.” Regulus freed his boyfriend’s lip from his teeth with his fingers, caressing his lips before letting his hand rest on James’s cheek. “You were right.”

James shifted momentarily to kiss his palm. “We can do it your way too, I just wanted…”

“James, you were right.” Regulus stared into his eyes. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had. I feel… there aren’t even words for how I feel right now.”

James melted at that. “Careful there, my ego’s big enough already.”

“James, I–” He was actually struggling to find the words to express himself. “You taught me how this should really feel. That was…”

The man seemed to understand. “Magical.”

Regulus didn’t know if that was the right word for it but then again, he wasn’t sure there was a word for it.

“I love you.” He said instead because it felt like the only thing that would come close.

“I love you too.” James’s eyes were so damn soft.

There was a pause as they treasured the perfect moment for as long as they could.

“We should probably move, though.” James said at last.

He was right – his now soft cock was still inside of Regulus and they were both in need of a thorough shower or three. He wrinkled his nose thinking about trying to get to the bathroom without come gushing out everywhere.

“What?” James asked. When Regulus relayed his thoughts, his boyfriend got a thoughtful and hesitant expression on his face.

“What?” Regulus asked this time.

“Dumb thought.” He dismissed. “Don’t worry about it.”

“You can’t just say that. Now I’m curious.”

James looked bashful. “I just had the stray thought that I could eat you out.”

Regulus blinked.

“Or, that’s not what it’s called with a guy.” James continued obliviously. “It’s, uh… rimming, isn’t it? Or is there another word when there’s come involved?”

“Felching.” Regulus informed him dumbly.

James scrunched his nose. “Felching. That doesn’t sound very sexy.” He turned to Regulus. “What do you think?”

“I think you’re insane.” Regulus deliberately misunderstood the question. “You literally just made me come. Twice. I can’t go again.”

“Well, you wouldn’t have to come again.” James argued lightly. “It could just be… pleasure for pleasure’s sake. And like I said, it was just a stray thought.” He paused. “Unless…?”

“James.”

“Only if you want to.” He placated.

Regulus couldn’t seem to want anything else. He’d been sucked off, fingered and fucked within an inch of his life and he still…

“I’ve created a monster.” He stated blandly.

“That’s a yes, isn’t it?” James guessed correctly. Regulus felt his boyfriend’s limp cock twitch excitedly within him. Honestly, only James could be excited by the prospect of licking Regulus out when it wouldn’t benefit him at all.

“I’ll be so good for you.” James crooned. “I’ll make you feel so good.”

And the student becomes the master. He suddenly feared for his future if he’d created a monster with a libido this great. This sex was already endless. It didn’t bode well for the future. (That was a lie, it boded wonderfully.)

James lay him down on his back, not pulling out just yet, and kissed him softly. Regulus prepared himself for what was coming.

“Okay, I’m pulling out.” The man warned after they parted.

It was uncomfortable as James dragged himself out and Regulus shuddered with the overstimulation. He clenched up immediately after to prevent himself from leaking all over the sheets even despite the mess he’d made when coming not ten minutes ago.

James made his way down Regulus’s body like the smooth motherfucker he’d apparently become, kissing lightly down his neck, down his chest. He took one of Regulus’s nipples into his mouth briefly, sucking and causing Regulus to whimper. Then he licked down Regulus’s abdomen, tasting the cum splattered there, before kissing the tip of Regulus’s very spent cock.

What had he done to this man? Where had this confidence come from? He’d never survive.

James finally reached his destination and didn’t hesitate for even a second; he manoeuvred Regulus’s legs over his shoulders and leaned down. In the back of his mind, Regulus was proud of his confidence, but he was mostly preoccupied when James latched his lips against his rim and sucked. Hard.

“James.” Regulus keened, his mind blanking out, the sensations too much for his exhausted body and yet absolutely magnificent at the same time. Both hands shot down to clutch at James’s hair. The man caressed one of his thighs soothingly as he pushed his tongue inside Regulus.

Oh, mother of Merlin. Wasn’t he a virgin when the day started?

In actual truth, when James licked into him, it wasn’t with the most finesse, but his eagerness more than made up for it. He noisily slurped up his own come from deep inside of Regulus, licking against his walls.

“James.” He gasped in protest when his lover pulled back.

But James had a fucking plan apparently. He pushed two fingers back inside of Regulus, unlubricated because he was more than wet enough. They went straight for Regulus’s prostate, rubbing against it insistently. Meanwhile, his other hand went for Regulus’s perineum, caressing over the spot lightly. James pressed his tongue right back inside after, laving Regulus’s walls alongside his fingers.

Regulus may well have entered a new dimension. The levels of pleasure he was experiencing were so high they circled back around to pain. But he never wanted it to stop.

His hands pressed James’s head ever closer and he dug his heels into James’s back, encouraging him deeper as uncontrolled moans spilled from his lips. James obeyed, licking further in, swallowing down the come inside. Regulus’s cock was twitching, straining but failing to get hard and his body shuddered in confused pleasure as the overstimulation overtook him.

There was a foreign sensation building, a type of pleasure he recognised but also didn’t.

“Don’t stop.” He gasped out to James. “Don’t you dare stop.”

James didn’t stop. He rubbed Regulus more vigorously on the inside and out, massaging his prostate on both ends, his tongue working his lover over as best he could. And it was pretty damn good.

His whole body was shaking. Like a fire was erupting in his veins. It was almost as though he was going to…

Regulus’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he groaned loudly. He reached his climax unexpectedly, pleasure shuddering through his entire being as he was consumed by the sensations.

When he swam back into awareness, he was being cradled in James’s arms, soothing and honeyed words being trickled over him.

“There you are.” James said, relieved. There was a small frown between his eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

The memory of what had just happened smacked into Regulus full-force and realisation dawned upon him.

“You don’t have to be sorry.” Regulus told him. “In fact, you should be the opposite of sorry.”

James still looked concerned and guilty. “I don’t know what happened there but I should’ve stopped. You got all overwhelmed and you were shaking and I panicked and–”

Regulus put a hand over his mouth to stop him. “James.” He said slowly. “I think I orgasmed.”

Confusion flooded James’s eyes and Regulus removed his hand. “What? No, you didn’t.”

“It’s called a prostate orgasm.” Regulus explained.

James blinked. “That’s a thing?”

“Not a common thing.” He elaborated. “I’ve never had one before. Wasn’t sure I could to be honest but…”

His boyfriend processed this for a few seconds. “Are you saying… that I made you come… from your prostate… the very first time I… and no-one else has ever done that for you before?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” Regulus replied in disbelief.

There was a pause. Then they both burst out laughing.

“Well that’s an ego boost.” James chuckled breathlessly.

Regulus couldn’t seem to stop laughing either. “You’re going to be insufferable.”

“I absolutely am.” James declared, giggling uncontrollably. “Maybe I am good at sex.”

“Too good.” Regulus shook with laughter. “I can’t believe…”

“Someone needs to stop us.” James panted out. “We’re out of control.”

“I was rather enjoying it to be fair.” Regulus joked.

James gazed at him adoringly after he gave one final huff of a laugh. “So many firsts.”

He managed to calm himself too, though he was still smiling broadly. “Even for me.”

“I have a magic touch.” His boyfriend looked unbelievably smug.

“If you do say so yourself.”

James grinned at him cheekily. “I rather think the evidence speaks for itself.”

Regulus sighed contentedly and shook his head to clear it. “But you’re right. We need to stop before either of us have any more firsts.”

The man nodded. “We should shower.”

“We should shower separately.” Regulus corrected. Then he paused. “Unless…?”

A slow smirk settled across James’s face.

They did not, in fact, shower separately.

James got to cross getting fingered in the shower off his list of firsts.

*

Regulus walked towards the kitchen the next morning arm in arm with James, feeling more sated than he thought was possible. He tried to tamp down his grin while James nervously ran his hand through his hair for the umpteenth time.

“Relax.” He told his boyfriend, quite amused by his fidgeting. “It’s not like they’re going to know.”

“They’re absolutely going to know.” James told him surely. “It’ll take less than a second. I might as well have the words ‘no longer a virgin’ stamped on my forehead.”

Regulus rolled his eyes. “You’re being ridiculous. There’s no way they’ll be able to tell just from looking at you.”

“You wait and see.” James muttered darkly. “Wait and see.”

They paused at the threshold hold of the kitchen.

“Ready to prove me right?” Regulus smirked playfully.

“Ready to prove you wrong.” James gave him a nervous look and took a deep breath.

They stepped into the kitchen.

It was an ambush.

Their entire friend-group was waiting in the kitchen wearing cheshire grins and knowing smirks galore. From Sirius to Remus, from Marlene to Dorcas, from Peter to Emmeline - they were all there, no matter who was fighting with who. Effie and Monty were nowhere in sight.

“See.” James told him emphatically. “I told you so!”

Regulus stared disbelievingly. “What the fuck.”

“Is it done?” Peter asked oddly seriously. The whole group watched intently, leaning in.

“Did you fuck?” Barty’s voice had a strange urgency to it. Anticipation filled the air.

“Is he still a virgin or not?” Marlene cut in next, looking highly invested.

“What the actual fuck?” Regulus honestly couldn’t believe what was happening right now. He felt like he was in a fever dream.

“We have all been waiting for almost a year now.” Evan stated sombrely.

“I have blue balls from how long this has been coming.” Emmeline added in the same serious tone.

“This is it.” Dorcas was staring at Regulus intensely. “This is what you were after all along.”

“If it happened.” Evans countered.

“For the love of all things, tell me it happened.” Remus sighed tiredly.

“Uh…” James shifted awkwardly on his feet. “It happened?”

The whole lot of them legitimately burst into cheers, jumping to their feet.

“Thank fuck!” Fenwick yelled.

“Oh, the sexual tension is finally over!” Sirius grinned widely.

“You did it!” Peter rushed right up to them, pulling James into a hug. “I’m so proud of you!”

“He’s a slut!” Remus proclaimed joyfully. “Spiritual disclaimer no more!”

“Slut!” Marlene started to chant.

“Slut!” Evans joined in.

“Slut! Slut! Slut! Slut!” They all chanted, looking genuinely ecstatic.

Regulus exchanged a look with his boyfriend. “Have they all gone mad?”

“I think so.” James told him, seeming equally baffled.

That’s when Mary brought out the cake. It looked like it had been through a hurricane and then a fistfight but it had the message: ‘JP = spiritual slut’ written on it in haphazard icing letters.

“Congrats mate!” She told James cheerfully. “I’m so happy for you!”

“…Thanks?” The man was quite unsure how to respond and Regulus didn’t blame him.

“Okay, how did you all know?” He asked the group at large. There was a fucking cake, there was no way they could just tell from looking at them.

“If you don’t want people to know you’re fucking,” Barty grinned at him evilly, “you should really cast a silencing spell. We share a wall, remember?”

Regulus and James whipped their heads to look at each other, eyes wide. The tips of James’s ears flushed red and he looked utterly mortified.

“Oh Godric.” He breathed out, embarrassment seeping from every pore of his being.

Regulus couldn’t help but smirk. It was at least a little bit funny, even he had to admit.

“Tell us everything!” Peter commanded. “I could only hear so much!”

“You listened in?!” James practically squeaked.

“Of course, we listened in - you were getting laid for the first time.” Remus smirked at him.

“You told everyone?” Regulus asked his fellow Slytherin.

“It was my duty to spread the word.” Barty nodded solemnly. “The people had to know and experience the truth.”

“What about privacy?!” James screeched.

“Try a silencing spell next time.” The better Prewett mock advised with a shit-eating grin. “If you want privacy, that is.”

“Nice work by the way.” The lesser Prewett complimented James teasingly, wearing a matching grin. “I think I might use: ‘I’ll make you feel so good’ next time I go down on a girl.”

“And I’m dying to know what had Regulus screaming ‘don’t stop’ so much.” Fenwick added, a mischievous glint in his eye.

James buried his face in his hands and Sirius grimaced. Meanwhile, Regulus just tried his best to bite down his laughter. He truthfully wasn’t ashamed he’d been listened in on (it wouldn’t be the first time this had happened to him - dorm situations can be tricky) but his boyfriend’s reactions were gold.

“Seriously, though; I want to know everything.” Peter cut in. “I tell you about my sex life all the time, Prongs. It’s your turn.”

“I would like to point out that I never asked you to do that.” James’s muffled reply came. “I just listen because I’m a good friend.”

“Now, you should be a good friend and tell us everything.” Remus poked him in the side.

“That’s my cue to go!” Sirius announced. He pointed at James. “Congrats on your deflowerfication, mate! Let’s never talk about the fact that it was with my brother!”

James made a pathetic sound while his best friend swiftly sauntered out of the room. Him and Regulus were ushered to sit down.

“So…?” Barty prompted, grinning wickedly.

“How was it?” Evans piled on with rapt interest.

“Was it as good as you hoped for?” Pandora asked them eagerly.

Regulus let himself smile warmly, looking at the blushing mess of a boyfriend he had next to him with an unabashed fondness that he wouldn’t have thought himself capable of this time last year.

“Better.” He told them honestly. “It was better.”

Regulus finally had everything he wanted and more.