Barty dreams about sex, a lot.
He dreams about spit slick lips and smooth skin pressed up against him. About hands in his hair and teeth grazing against his inner thighs. About slutty waists and talented hands and warm, wet, mouths that swallow him down and take him out of his head.
He tells himself that it's normal. That he’s grown out of his horny, hormonal, teenage fantasies and that it's completely normal for a healthy dominant in their early twenties to be substituting any dry patches for their own hand.
Except, he supposes, most dominants of his age are doing just that; substituting dry patches. Dry patches that haven't lasted their entire lives.
He feels it most at gatherings, when his friends make sex jokes he doesn’t quite understand; their cheeks flushed and amused as they share harmless stories about the fun they’d had last week, last month, or even the night before. He covers up his inexperience with sharp, knowing grins, or the simple claim that he’s too possessive to share what his plethora of subs enjoy beneath the sheets. But he never feels quite right about it, always has this growing worry that they know he’s lying; that they know he’s defective.
More often than not he finds himself wishing that his outward cockiness would have a basis; that a gentle caress, or a kiss that's more teeth than tongue and hands that grip his waist before trailing lower was his reality.
But it isn't. And prior to last night, Barty had never even touched a sub, not more than a sweet kiss, anyways. So he shouldn't be surprised that Regulus' addictive whimpers fill his mind, stuck like a broken record. Should be even less surprised that those noises have crept into his dreams; morphing into flushed cheeks and red, swollen lips, all of which belong to slender figures that just so happen to match Regulus' description.
He’s dreaming about it now even; teetering on the edge of awareness, so close to consciousness that his visions almost feel like reality. He can hear the soft, panting, gasps Regulus would make as he kissed down his body, the quite whimpers as he sucked hickeys into the sub's soft skin, can feel the sudden, overwhelming heat as he pushes in to the sub's tight hole-
Barty wakes up to a blowjob.
A real, hot, wet, toe-curling blowjob that has him arching his back before his eyes have even fully opened.
He moans, the sound breathless and vulnerable; open in a way he swore he'd never let himself be.
"R-Reg?" He manages, brain not quite able to catch up with him as his elegant fingers search blindly for the sub he knows is responsible for the inexplicable warmth pulsing through his groin.
"O-oh." He stutters. "Fuck- like- like that." He moans, craning his neck forwards to get a better look at the sub, only to let his head thunk back against the pillows when his eyes meet Regulus'; mischievous and clever, glinting in the morning sun like he knows he's trouble.
"A-ah-" He gasps, fingers spasming slightly as they bury themselves into Regulus' dark mop of curls. "W-when did you get so- ah- so good at this?" He almost whines, stomach muscles jerking as Regulus' only response is to swallow him down to the base.
"Merlin, Reg-" He cuts himself of as Regulus pulls off him and tongues at the head of his cock, nimble fingers resuming their pumping as the Dom whines pitifully.
Regulus feels his lips tick upwards; cheekbones rising in a grin of satisfaction as he suckles at the head of his dom's cock.
Barty whines at the treatment, open and needy in a way Regulus never dared to let himself imagine he would be.
"Reg- Reg- Fuck-" Barty babbles, causing something possessive and gleeful to coil in the pit of Regulus' stomach. There's something addictive about how responsive the Dom is, and Regulus can't quite get his head around the sudden switch from Regulus' cool and flirtatious best friend to the squirming boy beneath him.
"Reg- Reggie- please." Barty moans, unable to quite surface from sleep as his entire focus glues itself to the sudden wave of pleasure that jolts through him.
And oh. Oh. Oh- oh fuck-
"Reg. Reggie. Reg-"
The sub pulls off of him with a pop, never once faltering as he spits on the head of Barty's dick; cocky as he replaces his mouth with his talented, talented, hands.
"Feels good, huh?" He teases, nibbling at the skin of Barty's v-line.
Barty jolts as though he's been shocked; the words pushing him towards the edge before reality yanks him back and out of his sleepy haze; the gravity of what he's been doing sinking in.
"R-Reg." He pants, trying and failing not to squirm.
He feels overwhelmed; his skin beginning to prickle as he realises just how close he is to coming.
"Reg- I can't- hang on just-"
Regulus slows down almost immediately, drawing a choked whimper from his Dom as the slightly older boy instantly regrets his words.
"Fuck." He hisses, slumping back against the mattress, internally apologising to his dick as it twitches and dribbles in complaint.
"What is it?" Regulus asks, the perfect picture feigned innocence as he looks up at Barty from beneath his lashes.
"Was gonna cum down your throat." Barty mumbles, slinging a bent arm over his eyes to hide the blush that's heated his cheeks.
"That was the plan." Regulus replies, leaning down to lick a stripe up the dom's cock.
Barty yelps, shuddering slightly as yet more precum dribbles from his dick.
"Merlin-" He manages, squirming away, self conscious at the way his body is reacting. He's a Dom, after all, not some Virginial sub that's never been touched.
Well, not quite, anyways.
"You okay?"
Barty peels his arm away from his face, biting his tongue as he takes in the sub before him.
Regulus is fresh faced and glowing, one of Barty's t-shirts draping off one of his shoulders, lips swollen, freckled cheeks flushed from exertion.
"Y-yeah." Barty stutters slightly, still trying to catch his breath. "Yeah course- "
"Why're you being weird?" Regulus pushes, sharp brows drawing down into that adorably concerned frown that Barty knows is reserved only for him.
"I'm not being weird." Barty bites back; snappish in his embarrassment as he pushes himself up onto his elbows. "I'm not. I was just gonna bust and I didn't want you to choke-"
"You were concerned?" Regulus grins, sharp and teasing. "About me? Barty, if I didn't want you to cum down my throat I wouldn't have woken you up like that."
"Oh." Barty mutters, wanting desperately to shrink in on himself but forcing himself to puff out his chest again. He feels embarrassed, and awkward, and his fathers insistant voice stabs into his mind, a consistant reminder that dom's don't slouch, don't cry, and definitely aren't virgins at the ripe old age of twenty three.
"Hey." Regulus says, and the fact that the sub is reading him like an open book only makes Barty will the ground to swallow him up whole. "Barty. Hey." And then long, elegant fingers are cupping his cheeks, coaxing him into opening his eyes. Regulus is right there in front of him when he does, features soft with concern and comforting. "I thought it would be fun, to wake you up like that. But we don't have to do this, if you don't want to. I read it on your list of greens and I just assumed- I'm sorry, I should have asked."
"No." Barty says, hurried and frustrated. "No. It's not- look it's not that. I just- I haven't- it was great."
"Great?" Reg asks, tone teasing again as he arches a brow. "I think you mean exceptional."
"Right. Yeah. I mean, just- no one's ever- not like that."
"No one's woken you up like that before?" Regulus repeats, eyes slightly wide as he looks at Barty like he's genuinely suffered some sort of loss. "Merlin, B, and I thought the guys I'd been with had been lazy in bed."
Barty flushes, a rush of out of place jealousy swooping through him at the thought of Regulus with someone else.
"Hey." The sub laughs, rolling his eyes. "Don't be jealous. It's not like you haven't slept with half our year."
Barty frowns softly, jaw clenching slightly at the sub's statement that rings so far from the truth. He knows he needs to tell him, needs to come clean. Because this is Regulus, Reg, Reggie. This is his best friend. His boyfriend. His sub-
"I haven't." Barty breathes, words shy as he braces himself for rejection.
"Right. Course you haven't." Regulus says, rolling his eyes again in a way that has Barty's hackles raising.
"I haven't." Barty repeats, jaw tensing as nervous frustration builds within him. He doesn't want to repeat himself; too vulnerable and sleep muddled to put up the walls he needs to deal with Regulus' mocking.
"Yeah right. Save the tales of virginity for your parents, I'm not buying it-"
"Oh just fuck off, Reg." Barty snaps, all exposed nerves and insecurities.
Regulus' face drops.
Barty's stomach sinks.
Regulus goes to bite something back; embarrassment heating his cheeks at Barty's harsh words; the urge to be hurtful bitter against the back of his teeth as he flinches away.
But then he looks at Barty. Looks at him, properly.
The dom has hunched in on himself, cock softening between his legs as his chest hitches on each inhale. The addictive flush warming his cheeks that had once been pleasant and giddy has transformed into something furious and embarrassed.
"Hey." Regulus says; softer, sweeter. "I was only joking. I'm hardly one to slut shame and I don't mean- I know you haven't shagged the whole year. I just- well I thought that maybe Millie- I mean, you were with her for a while. Or, or Jack. He seems like he knows what he's doing-"
"You're not listening to me." Barty interrupts. "It's not- I haven't. Okay? Not with anyone. I lied."
"You- what?"
"I lied." Barty repeats, finally fixing his eyes on Regulus. Remembering who he is. Remembering that a Crouch should never feel shame before a sub. "It was that or my dad was going to pair me off with a hooker. God forbid your dominant son's a virgin at 17. Let alone twenty three."
Regulus' expression goes blank.
"Its whatever." Barty spits, all of a sudden defensive again, like his body can't quite decide whether he should explode with rage or collapse sobbing at the prospect of Regulus leaving. "If that's not your thing then get lost. I-"
"Enough." Regulus says, and it's sharp and harsh and everything Barty can't cope with. "B, enough. You don't have to explain." The words taste wrong on Regulus' tongue, a play by play of the last ten minutes making him shiver as he runs through every thing he's done wrong.
"I'm sorry." The sub finishes, and oh isn't that strange, Barty thinks, to have the sub soothe him even though he's the one that's broken.
They sit in silence for a moment, Regulus seeming to know exactly what he needs as the sub just sits there, hand gentle on his leg; a sign he's not going anywhere.
Barty can tell that the sub is analysing him. Clever eyes watching his every breath as he reads him like no one else ever has; taking in the way Barty's breath has lost its panicked hitch and his muscles have started to unstick.
The younger boy waits patiently until goosebumps begin to pebble on his dom's skin from the cool air and Barty stops looking as though the world as he knows it has come to an end.
"You really don't mind?" Barty asks, once he feels as though the air has returned to his lungs.
Regulus rolls his eyes his eyes.
"Why would I mind?"
"'Cause I'm a Dom in my twenties who almost came down your throat like a fucking teenager-"
"You'd just woken up. And I'm especially good with my tongue. It happens." Regulus says carelessly, fingers caressing over the dom's smooth thigh.
Barty flushes. Then scowls.
"Cocky much."
Regulus grins; his expression moulding into something mischievous as his eyes darken and his lashes lower.
"Why do you look like that?" Barty can't help but ask, a pleasant sort of apprehension coiling in his gut.
"Like what?" Regulus asks, but he's slinking now; approaching Barty as though the dom is some sort of prey.
"Like that." Barty answers, arching an eyebrow in growing suspicion as Regulus crawls into his lap, straddling his waist.
"I dunno." Regulus says, and Barty can't help the small twitch in his lips at the way Regulus let's the words roll off his tongue; inarticulate and lazy like his parents never would have allowed. "Maybe I'm just into the whole virgin thing."
Barty would shove him sideways if not for the gentle, teasing grin the sub had adopted.
"Funny." Barty deadpans, rolling his eyes but settling back against the pillows in relief, his fidgeting hands finally finding their place as he brings them up to hold Regulus' waist.
"I'm serious." Regulus pushes, grin sly as he leans forwards slowly; testing Barty's resolve as he lets his self restraint crumble. "Those pretty sounds you make are all mine."
Barty shudders, unconsciously baring his neck in a way that his dad would beat him bloody for as Regulus closes the space between them and licks a delicate line from his collar bone to the sensitive spot just beneath his ear.
"We'll take it slow, okay." Regulus husks, flirty and dangerous as he nibbles on the dom's ear. "Let me show you what you've been missing."
Barty swallows thickly, dick twitching in his pants as Regulus grinds down on him.
"So good." Regulus coos; only half teasing as he nibbles at Barty's throat before grazing his teeth down the exposed skin and sucking a hickey into the base of Barty's throat.
Barty's hands tighten their grip on Regulus' waist, thumbs digging into the sensitive skin beside the sub's hipbones.
He feels Regulus grin against him, before the sub's tongue is pressed flat against the bruise; soothing it.
Barty makes a soft noise at the motion, shivering slightly as he tries to pull away from the sweet sensation; mind overwhelmed at how pleasurable it is.
Regulus doesn't let him go, eyes mischievous even as he pulls back to check the Dom is doing okay.
"Good?" He questions, hands coming to rest against Barty's chest.
"Mhm." Barty manages, not quite trusting his voice.
Regulus grins, leaning forwards to peck Barty on the lips before continuing lower. He takes his time; tongue tracing over the sharp edges of Barty's collar bones, dipping into the vulnerable notch of his jugular as Barty begins to arch into his touch.
Barty makes a noise akin to a whine as he moves lower; trailing wet, dirty kisses down through the centre of the dom's chest, one hand coming to hold the side of Barty's upper oblique as he uses his palm to press the Dom back into the sheets.
Barty whimpers as Regulus trails off course, tongue wicked and sharp as he flicks it across one of his nipples.
The dom gasps, the noise catching in this throat as he arches up off the bed, goosebumps rippling across his lithe form as Regulus takes his reaction as an invitation and grazes his teeth across the swollen nub.
"Ah- Reg- wait-" Barty whines, mind overwhelmed even as the sub obeys him; letting his tongue flick over the abused nipple in apology before leaning back.
"You okay?" He asks, eyes earnest even as they drag over Barty's immaculate form. The dom's chest is rising and falling irregularly, breath hitching on each inhale as the cool air teases against his spit wet nipples.
"Good. Yeah, so good Reg. Just a lot." Barty manages to get out, one arm slinging over his face to hide the heat that's blossomed on his cheeks.
Regulus hums, the possessive half of him unable to stop himself as he reaches out and pinches one of Barty's nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
Barty shouts, body jerking as an unexpected jolt of pleasure runs straight from his chest to his dick.
"Don't hide from me." The sub says, a grin tugging at his features.
"Jesus Christ Reg-" Barty groans, only to cut himself off with a whine as Regulus begins to roll the swollen numb between his fingers, cooing gently as Barty begins to writhe.
"F-fuck-oh fuck-" Barty whimpers, chest pressing up into Regulus' assault before he can stop it.
Regulus hums his approval at the sight, waiting until Barty's glazed eyes meet his before bringing the thumb and forefinger of his left hand to his lips; making a show as he wets the pads of each with the flat of his tongue.
"Hold still for me." He says, knowing for a fact that Barty will disobey him the second his fingers meet his skin.
"Oh fuck-" Barty cries out, predictable as always as Regulus rolls his nipple between his spit wet thumb and forefinger, thumb occasionally soothing over the nub as he leans down to lap at the other.
Barty lets out a noise akin to a sob, back arching upwards until Regulus takes his nipple between his teeth; a gentle warning.
"I- Reg- oh-" Barty gasps, mewling as Regulus continues his assault. He's sensitive, oh so sensitive and Regulus is- Regulus- Reg-
"Shh, easy." Regulus soothes, letting his tongue soothe over Barty's swollen nipple before pulling away. "Feels good, huh?"
Barty nods stupidly, fighting to catch his breath as his mind tries to comprehend the sudden loss of pleasure. Regulus is still soothing a thumb over one of his nipples, but it's softer, less overwhelming.
"Good." Regulus smirks leaning up to kiss Barty; soft and deep.
Barty whines softly; every nerve in his body on edge as something thrums in his chest and Regulus’ tongue soothes over his own.
He shivers when Regulus pulls away; resuming his path as he trails kisses down from Barty’s oversensitive nipples, tongue dipping into the valley of his abs.
Barty's stomach muscles clench at the treatment, dick twitching as Regulus grazes his teeth across his lower stomach before nibbling at the sensitive skin of his v line.
"Put your hands above your head." The sub says, soft but confident, as though he hasn't even considered that Barty will disobey him.
Barty does as he's told, breath catching in his throat as Regulus rewards him by gripping the base of his cock.
For a moment, Regulus looks up at him from beneath his lashes, checking in before taking the tip of Barty's cock into his mouth, suckling at the head as Barty's toes curl against the sheets.
"Fuck." Barty gasps, head pressing back against his pillow. "Fuck, Reg-"
Regulus' only response is to turn his attention to the head, letting his tongue follow the dip of Barty's slit before flickering over the sensitive underside.
Barty whines, stomach muscles clenching and unclenching as his right hand comes to grasp at his left wrist, fighting the urge to thread his fingers into Regulus's hair.
His restraint only seems to urge Regulus on and the sub begins to jerk him in earnest, spit trailing past his lips, making his motions slick and toe circling.
“Reg-“ Barty gasps. “Oh- Merlin-“
Before Barty can process what's happening the sub is swallowing him down to the base, throat constricting around the head oh his cock as Barty's hips lose control of themselves and he thrusts into Regulus' throat.
"Fuck- fuck- oh fuck-" Barty whimpers, breaking position as his hands come to grip the sheets. He can feel his orgasm building already, pleasure coiling in his gut as he feels that familiar release approaching in sudden waves. "Reg- I can't- I'm gonna- please. Please-"
"Whenever you want, B." Regulus says, pulling of with a pop, not giving Barty a chance to miss the sensation before he's swallowing him back down again.
Barty swears, eyes rolling back as his hand reaches for Regulus' hair, holding him down as he gives into temptation and cums down his throat.
Regulus’ talented fingers work him through his orgasm, taking care to catch the exact moment where Barty’s chest hitches in over stimulation before he swallows and pulls off the dom.
“Good?” He teases, once Barty has stopped twitching and lies in a puddle in the sheets.
“Mhmm.” Barty hums, opening his arms in invitation to which Regulus grins, collapsing against his chest. “Think I’m in heaven.” He adds, stretching beneath Regulus like a contented cat.
Regulus grins, pleasure curling in his gut at the praise as he nuzzles in to the side of Barty’s neck, hips pressing against his dom’s.
“Need any help with that?” Barty teases, trying and failing to not sound breathless.
“Later.” Regulus mumbles, content to just lie there, fingertips trailing over Barty’s chest. “Your heartbeat’s off.” He grouches after a moment, frowning in adorable concentration.
“Wonder why that is.” Barty grins, his hand coming up to trace patterns on Regulus’ back.
They lie there in silence for a while, relaxed and contented as Barty’s heartbeat slows and the sky grows brighter.
“Not even Jay?” Regulus says after a while, craning his neck to look up at Barty.
“Hm?”
“Jay. You know, the one you left with at Dorcas’ birthday. Merlin, I was so jealous of you two."
Barty huffs out a chuckle.
"That was the point. You’d gotten with Samuel two days before."
“Bastard.” Regulus grouches.
Barty grins, mouth opening to rebuke Regulus’ claim when Regulus’ nimble fingers suddenly dig into his sides and the dom squawks.
“Don’t you dare-“ Barty starts, but it’s too late, and he can’t help but laugh as Regulus pounces on him, legs straddling his hips as he’s pinned down and the sub’s fingers dance over his sides.
“Not laughing now are you.” Regulus grins.
“Reg-“ Barty gasps, eyes teary with laughter. “Reg- Reg- okay- okay-“
Stupidly, Regulus pauses, thinking he’s won.
Barty grabs the opportunity, one arm wrapping around the sub’s waist before he’s flipping them over and pinning him to the bed.
Regulus’ eyes grow wide at the sudden switch in position.
“Not so confident now, are you, sweet thing?” Barty coos, the dominant inside him rumbling as he uses his left hand to pin the sub’s wrists above his head. He pulls his other arm from beneath Regulus’ lower back, hand coming to cup his face, thumb trailing over his lower lip.
Regulus whines softly, submitting without complaint as his eyes glaze over and Barty’s thumb pushes into his mouth.
“Suck.” He says, addicted to the way Regulus’ tongue teases against the intrusion.
Regulus shakes his head in defiance; testing, pushing like the always does.
“Suck.” Barty repeats and this time he presses down with his thumb, pinning Regulus’ tongue as the sub tries and fails to swallow around the digit.
Regulus shivers, hips pressing upwards as his mind hazes over and his body betrays him, cheeks hollowing in obedience.
“Good boy.”