To Our First Date

Ready, yes. He was ready.

Regulus is the one who had asked for this, he had agreed on letting Harry read the many layers of his mind, but still he was already shaking, maybe because of his desire, perhaps it was caused by his fear of Harry seeing something that would disgust him, it was probably both. Maybe it was also because he hated when his parents were forcing him to learn Occulmency. He wasn’t used anymore to let someone read his consciousness. Not even his parents had tried to do so these past few months. They knew. No. They thought they already knew everything about him, that he had nothing to hide.

“Regulus. Can I enter your mind ?” That sounded quite obscene.

“Yes…” He then looked at his eyes, his beautiful, incredibly mesmerizing green eyes, so alive and real.

And then he felt it, he felt this presence in his head. It wasn't disturbing as it was supposed to be in his mind, Harry was searching, peeling the layers of his mind one after another. He wasn’t a sharp knife, like his mother, slicing her way in his head violently. He wasn’t like Snape either, who felt more like a needle, piercing here and there until he had what he was looking for. No. Harry was different. He felt more like a river, running through his mind without disturbing it, like he was just here visiting.

He gasped as he felt him in this part, this part of his mind he felt ashamed of, he knew he should have used occultency to hide it. This place where all the things that had hurt him were, all the Cruciatus his parents (especially his mother) had casted on him and his brother to punish them, all his fights with Sirius after they were both sorted into different houses, the look some muggle-born students had on their face after on of his ‘’friends’’ had called them a mudblood. All these years he had run after James before finally being able to show him how he felt, before being thrown away like he was something to be ashamed of, like receiving a head from him was that repulsive. The cool river stopped around this memory, wrapping itself around it as if it could make it disappear. Before continuing its journey to another specific part of his mind.

The part were all his fantasies were, starting from the oldest (receiving a handjob from men with blurry face, being kissed and held by James Potter and other things along that line), to the most recents, doing a lot of things with Harry, from dates flying over the Great Lake on his broomstick under the moonlight, to crying and moaning as Harry was between his legs making love to him, his mouth whispering sweet nothings in his ears. Merlin, he loved that mouth, these lips, so full and yet masculin and soft even though they were chapped from his bad habits to bite them when he was anxious.

This mouth, his lips.

He wanted them on him.

“I want to suck you off. Can I ?” A voice resonated in his head, and in response he just grabbed Harry’s hips harder and brought him into a mouth-opened kiss, all teeth and tongue, and saliva drooling down their chin. And progressively, he felt the river leave slowly, usually legilimens didn’t care about that, they would just open your mind, look for what they wanted, and then abruptly leave without any more words. But Harry wasn’t them, he was caring, making sure to slowly extract himself without hurting any layers of his mind.

“I don't deserve you.” He whispered between two kisses.

“You deserve so much little stars.” Harry answered, before pushing him back, moving the both of them so it was now him who was pressed against a wall, left boneless by the boy with the scars’ words. Harry moved his mouth from his lips to his neck, and he tilted his head to the side to give him more access, a snake knew better than to expose its neck to a lion. But he couldn’t care less, he could bite and tear him apart for all he cared. That’s the way he wanted to die. Of love. He wanted to die of love. Under Harry's hands and lips.

Slowly Harry’s kisses went down and down. Sliding until he was stopped by the collar or his shirt, where he sucked this part of his body, right on his pulse, making him tremble.

"Can I give you a hickey?"

"Harry for Merlin's sake please just do it, the moment you'll do something I don't like I promise you you'll be able to tell."

"Well in that case…"

He felt Harry suck down his flesh, as his leg pushed his in order to get between them. Maybe that is what the muggle heaven felt like. When the leg pressed against his crotch, he couldn't do anything but moan with delight. He was a prey, he had lost control. Feeling his lowest part burning and his trouser getting tight, unconfortable, so fucking good. Both at the same time. Harry's hand on his shoulders slid down and so did his head, Regulus couldn't really tell what was happening anymore. He just knew that Harry's lips weren't on his neck anymore. And he wanted to bloody cry.

Eagerly, he tried to reach down to get his hands on Harry. Only to realize that he was pushing up his shirt. Not so sure of what was happening. Regulus held up the clothes who were lifted, revealing his pale stomach to Harry who's eyes seemed to fill with something he couldn't quite define, before shivering when he felt his mouth back on his skin, moving up as if he couldn't get enough of him, as if Harry needed to lick and kiss and nibble every inches of his body. It felt so good, being treated like that. He has done some things with other boys before. Quick hand job and making out sessions in the slytherin dorms. But that was nothing compared to that. To have Harry's tongue slowly teasing his nipples as his other hand was grabbing his back over his pants.

The slytherin was quick to move, pulling on Harry's hair and engraving the sounds he made in his heart as he made him stand up once again. Bringing them back face to face. Regulus took off his coat and so did Harry. He heard the gryffindor throwing the piece of cloth somewhere as he was folding his. Making sure it was thick enough. He then grabbed Harry's collar. Crashing their lips together once more, before pushing Harry back and bending over in order to lay the folded clothes right in front of Harry's shoes. And with a brief gesture of his head, showed Harry what he was supposed to do.

The older boy smiled, before getting back on his knees. This time his kneecaps pressed on the thick cloth, allowing him to feel more comfortable than when he had his jeans on the hard and dusty floor.

"What a gentleman you are." Harry said coyly, looking up at Regulus. He was taller than him for once.

"Anything for my sun." He answered, love and embarrassment blowing in his chest as he saw the other boy’s pupils dilate, a thinner ring of emerald appearing. But he couldn’t quite concentrate on that, because soon enough, Harry’s hands were back on him, stroking his thighs for a minute before starting unbuckling his belt.

That’s when Regulus closed his eyes, panic and excitement both rising in his body at the same time. Wasn't he supposed to take a shower before doing something like that ? Were they really alone in this passage ? Where were they supposed to find protection ?

“Bloody hell…” Harry growled as Regulus opened his eyes, realizing that it was completely black. He couldn’t see anything. His wand might have stopped creating light.

“Accio wand.” He murmured, feeling the cold wooden stick between his fingers brought him a feeling of comfort for some reason he couldn’t quite understand. He made a calculated and precise gesture with his wand, saying “Stratum Stellarum.”

Harry gasped, and he felt pride in his chest, looking at the boy whose eyes were looking at the ceiling, now covered in little but still luminous balls of gas creating the illusion of a sky full of stars.

“Regulus that’s… Did you create this spell ?”

“Yes… I did… What do you think about it ?”

“That is… wow. A part of me wants to lie down with you and snuggle together as we watch these little stars, and another part of me still wants to take you apart with my mouth… Damn I'm sorry I had forgotten about that." Without understanding, Regulus watched Harry take his wand from his hand. The cold dark and straight wood contrasting with his hot tan skin. Then the wand was aimed at him, the tip just over his cheek. Right. He had also forgotten about that. "Episkey."

He closed his eyes as he felt the magic tickling his skin and slowly but surely, healing the wound he had on his cheek. And once that was done Harry carefully placed the want next to him on the floor. The slytherin was now able to concentrate on what was really important, the gryffindor in front of him with his hand getting back on his pants. He bit his lips when Harry's fingers pressed him over his pant, slowly unbuttoning it before finally. Finally setting him free.

He shivered when the cold temperature of the corridor hit his naked legs, closing his eyes and not daring to look down at himself. He knew his underwear was still on, but he couldn't help but feel self-conscious. This brief feeling of discomfort quickly disappeared when he felt Harry's touch. His hands stocking the sides of his thighs and his warm breath crashing on his overly sensitive area. It was surreal. A bloody dream

A whine escaped his throat when he felt his underwear being pulled. All the ways down to his feet just like his pants. And he trembled. Bloody trembled when Harry kissed the skin around his scotch. Nibbling and breathing his flesh and his soul. Hesitantly he looked down. Only to meet Harry's eyes who were closed, and his face who was a deep red color. Oh. He was a bit shy. He wasn't as confident as he thought he would be.

For some reason. This realization made him feel even more comfortable and safe. He was si cute.

"Harry…" He heard himself say. And Harry opened his eyes, the green contrasting with the redness of his face. A cloud of fear hiding in his gaze. Carefully, he pushed a lock of hair out of his forehead, letting himself for an instant enjoy how things were going. It's alright. They were alright. They were together. "How do you feel?" His hand moved from his hair to the side of his face, his thumb brushing against his cheekbones, less noticeable than his own, but still here.

The boy kneeling in front of him took a deep breath. "Happy, anxious… horny. Very safe. Terrified. I don't really know… You?"

The snake is the one who stopped eye contact by closing his eyes. He couldn’t…

“I don’t really know either.”

“Regulus, you know we can stop if you don't want to, there's nothing wrong with that.” No. No, that's not what he wanted, and that might have been noticeable because the cheeky gryffindor smirked at him, pressing wet kisses on the flesh around his lower belly once again.

“Bloody hell… Harry-” His voice got cut off at the sight of Harry, looking at his lower part as if it was some kind of obscene trophy. Then he felt it, this hot breath, this mouth wide open, these lips who would look so, so pretty wrapped around him oh for Merlin’s sake.

“Involuti.” He quivered at the strange sensation of having what he assumed was a condom spell wrapped around him.

“Never heard that spell before, you are for sure full or imagination when it comes to th- Oh fuck !!” His legs almost dropped. He was, he was… Bloody hell.

He was in his mouth.

The world disappeared for a minute or so, everything was just pure bliss and pleasure and warmth. That was fucking incredible. And his eyes might have rolled in their orbit when the mouth moved.

It was whining and gasping that he grabbed Harry's hair, and pulled on it without making him back away. Feeling this deep current of electricity runs through him when the older boy under him moaned, making him vibrate to his core. It was surreal. It was delicious.

Then, Harry started bobbing his head. He could feel that he was quite inexperienced but that it was also not completely unknown to him. Losing all his senses but at the same time feeling just how strong they were. The smell of their body and the touch of his hands burning on his cold skin. Setting his heart on fire. His damned body arching for his calloused hands.

Feeling ashamed of the noise he was making was becoming more and more difficult as the seconds went by, as he was swallowed down his throat, as he was squirming and letting all his guards down.

And when Harry set him free. All he wanted was to be locked inside again. To be under, at his mercy. Cared for and received all this pleasure.

He opened his eyes he remembered not having closed, trying to concentrate his gaze on Harry's face. His eyes dulled by the pleasure and the unshed tears he couldn't dare letting run down his cheeks.

"Harry…" He choked on his tears. Overflowed by all the emotions that were rising in his chest.

Harry shushed him, and that almost irritated him. But then. "So good. Regulus you are so fucking good." He heard his voice hoarse and worn out. "You are so beautiful. So lovely. I want you, I want you so fucking bad." His voice was dripping with need and lust and pure want. He wanted him. He was swallowing his cock and stocking his thighs and telling him sweet loving words and he wanted him. He was his. This beautiful, brave, strong, delicate man. With his pure heart and his gray soul and his kissable scars.

"Then have me." He murmured. Like a secret. An oat. "Have all of me. Take everything." And he meant it. He wanted Harry to claim him. To bite, to consume him and leave nothing behind. He was safe. He felt clean. Clean from all the things that made him hate himself.

And Harry did it. He took him back in his unholy mouth, swallowed his moans and his cries. Sucked the venom out and washed his soul. Only leaving behind his body.

Harry was like the waves, crashing against his bones and embedding in every fiber of his body.

But he was also like the sun. Warm and welcoming and burning his flesh in such a delicious way.

And he was his Icarus. Flying, melting, burning as he touches him. And falling. Falling. Until he dived into his sea.

"Harry. Oh- Harry…" And Harry looked at him. And he might have lost his balance. Because the second later his legs were trembling and the boy was keeping him up by pressing his hands on his hips. Stopping him from falling despite his tired members. All that without ever stopping what he was doing with his mouth. His body was kept in place with such force it was thrilling. His eyes were able to focus again and his vision was breath-taking.

A harry with sweat covering his body, making his tan skin glow and his hair stick to his forehead, his glasses on the top of his head and keeping some locks of his bang out of his eyes. His long brown eyelashes, his turned up nose breathing hard even though it was buried into his pubic hairs, and his lips, his beautiful soft masculine and red lips. Looking so beautiful stretched around him. Bloody hell this view was sinful and yet so blissful. He wanted to…

Pleasure hit him like a truck when he felt and saw his perfect tongue teasing hit slit. One eye open and a little smile on his face as he took him back in mouth. At this point he couldn't even control the sounds coming out of his mouth. He could hear himself gasping and moaning and whimpering as the pleasure was destroying the last barriers he had. Harry was destroying him. He was destroying him and rebuilding him piece by piece.

And then he felt it. Getting closer and closer like a wire who was being pulled, ready to snap. He tried to warn. He really did. But Harry seemed not to care. In fact, he took him deeper and Regulus pressed his hands on his mouth, trying to cover his voice. But his hands were immediately pulled away by the boy and so instead, he took Harry's head in them. He was so good at that. Or perhaps he was biased. Harry had choked once or twice and saliva was drooling down his chin. But still. There was something about this. Him. The both of them together like that. That just felt right.

"Harry… I'm-"

Almost instinctively he grabbed Harry's hair in his hands. And pulled him closer. Shoving himself down his throat. And he might have heard Harry whimper and moan around him, he couldn't quite tell. Because the muscle inside his throat contracted around him, and then Regulus was throwing his head back, his limbs twitching and his mouth open in a sob or reliefs as he came.

It seemed like it would never stop, Harry was blowing him eagerly as he was starting to whinge and squirm out of oversentitiveness. But he did not stop, his fingers digging into the meat of his arse and keeping him in his mouth. Regulus wanted to cry, it was too much. Too too much. So how could it feel so… So… He couldn’t even describe it, just tremble as his legs finally gave in. It felt like his orgasm would never stop. And he hated the way he loved it so much, how desperate he was for Harry’s mouth and touch.

He started thinking that he might have blacked out at some point, because when he opened his eyes again, He has sitting in front of Harry, and could feel the warmth of a soft fabric under his back. His pants and underwear were nowhere to be found, and his legs were folded and open, one on each side of Harry who was still on his knee, but this time closer. He could smell his musk and the hint of tangerine behind it.

“Hey Regulus…” He locked his eyes on him, not daring to move, to break this spell and wake up from a dream. “Can I kiss you?”

He simply nodded, and closed his eyes as he felt all around him their magic, floating and twirling together like two dancers as he was tasting his lips, finally calm, released. Able to process things. He could see and feel all around him, this atmosphere. The intimacy of this moment. He put both of his arms over the gryffindor’s shoulders, joining his hands behind his head and pulling him closer. He could feel him smile on his lips. And perhaps He was also smiling, he couldn’t quite tell. When his hands were vanishing the magic condom off his lengths he made a face of discomfort, and Harry gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

“What a good date it was huh ?” Harry sighed, his lips swollen from all their kisses and… other activities.

“Indeed.” He couldn’t help but say. For some reason he didn’t feel unsafe, exposed like that. Half-naked and with a gryffindor between his legs. “Now kiss me again sunshine.”

“A kiss to celebrate our first date?”

“If you want to, but to be honest, I just always want to kiss you.”

A bit of blush appeared on the older boy’s cheeks.

“Alright then. Regulus.” The so-called Regulus fondled his sunshine’s hair, and Harry almost lost his words, but managed to whisper the words against his lips. “To our first date ?” His hands were back on his naked thighs, not a sexual, but a comforting, a loving physical contact between two teenagers in love with each other.

And the slytherin smiled. Closing his eyes and breathing in his scent like oxygen.

Fuck. He was in love.

“To our first date.”

And he kissed him again