are you real?
Regulus owned up to his slip in words. He apologized profusely and proved he hadn’t meant what he said. He gave James notes of everything war-related that his parents told him. He and James snuck into Dumbledoor’s office one night and Regulus even pulled memories from the Death Eater’s meetings to play for James, who then reported them to the Order.
“I’m on your side, Jamie,” Regulus said one night, curled up on the floor of the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest.
“I know.” James pressed a kiss to the top of Regulus’ head. “I know.”
Regulus let himself melt into James and smiled as the Gryffindor played with his hair. Quiet nights with James, just like this, were his favourite.
“Reg?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you my boyfriend? I mean, I know no one knows. I’m good with that. But for me and for you, are we boyfriends?” James asked.
“Yes, we are.” Regulus sat up and lowered his face to James’, who was still lying on the ground. “Boyfriend.”
“Are you for real?” James whispered.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know, I just feel like maybe I made you up.” James admitted.
Regulus kissed him again. “I’m right here.”
“Good.” James smiled and kissed his boyfriend again.
Regulus let his tongue creep into James’ mouth and deepened the kiss. James met this gesture eagerly and began to unbutton his shirt.
“I want you, Reg,” he whispered into the kiss.
“I want you, too.” The Black heir took over unbuttoning his boyfriend's shirt and threw it to the ground before pulling his own sweater off over his head, curly hair getting ruffled in the process.
James took this opportunity to press kisses to Regulus’ bare neck and Regulus buried a hand in James’ hair, pulling him as close as possible.
James trailed kisses and nips to Regulus’ skin all the way to the waistline of his pants, then glanced up through his eyelashes and asked for permission to go farther.
“Please,” Regulus whined. His pants grew tight under James.
James brought himself up to kiss Regulus on the mouth once more before going down on him.
Regulus breathed hard, whimpers and moans escaping from his mouth here and there. After a while, a hot white cream spilled into James’ throat and he swallowed it all.
“You’re amazing,” Regulus awed. He kissed James passionately, and tasted himself in his boyfriend’s mouth. “Let me make you feel good, yeah?”
James nodded. “Will you…”
“What?”
“Will you..in the arse?”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. Only if you’re ok with it.”
Regulus grinned. “I’m much more than ok with it,” he said.