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Regulus woke before the alarm.
He always did.
Years of strict schedules had trained morning into his bones so thoroughly that his body seemed incapable of sleeping beyond the hour it had decided was appropriate. He could wake in complete darkness and know, with irritating accuracy, that dawn was no more than twenty minutes away. He could tell the time by the weight of the silence, by the cold grey light beginning to press against the curtains, by the restless awareness that crept through him while the rest of the world remained unconscious.
James, naturally, was still dead to it.
Regulus lay on his side, trapped comfortably against the broad, warm expanse of James’s chest. One muscular arm was wrapped firmly around his waist, keeping him pressed close as though James feared he might disappear during the night. James’s other hand rested beneath the pillow, his face buried partly in Regulus’s hair, every slow breath stirring the dark strands at the back of Regulus’s neck.
He was radiating heat.
Regulus was wearing one of James’s shirts and nothing else.
The shirt was enormous on him, soft from years of washing and carrying the faintest trace of James’s scent. It hung from Regulus’s narrow shoulders and fell low enough to cover his bare pussy, though only just. One careless stretch would have sent the hem sliding upwards.
Regulus stretched anyway.
James’s arm tightened immediately.
“No,” James mumbled.
Regulus stopped, staring towards the dim ceiling.
“I haven’t done anything.”
“Trying to leave.”
“I moved half an inch.”
“Too far.”
James pulled him even closer, burying his face more firmly against the back of Regulus’s neck.
Regulus sighed.
“Jamie.”
A meaningless grumble vibrated against his skin.
“Jamie, it’s morning.”
“No.”
“It is.”
“No, it isn’t.”
“The sun is coming up.”
“Tell it to go away.”
Regulus glanced towards the curtains. “I don’t believe it takes requests.”
“Then threaten it.”
“With what?”
James made another sleepy sound, already sinking back into whatever dream Regulus had disturbed.
Regulus waited.
James’s breathing became slow and steady again.
“Unbelievable,” Regulus murmured.
He tried to lift James’s arm from his waist.
It did not move.
James might have been half asleep, but apparently some part of him remained devoted to preventing Regulus from escaping. His hold tightened whenever Regulus shifted, his large hand spreading possessively over Regulus’s stomach beneath the loose shirt.
“James.”
Nothing.
“James.”
A soft snore answered him.
Regulus rolled his eyes.
This happened every morning.
Regulus had been raised beneath the shadow of clocks. Wake at this hour. Dress by that hour. Breakfast precisely then. Everything ordered, everything controlled, everything done according to a schedule that had never cared whether he was tired or ill or simply unwilling to move.
James had grown up with parents who let him sleep until he wandered downstairs of his own accord, hair wild, glasses crooked and breakfast waiting for him regardless of the hour.
The difference had followed them into adulthood.
Regulus rose with dawn.
James had to be resurrected.
“Jamie,” Regulus whispered.
James hummed faintly.
Regulus turned carefully within the circle of his arms until they were facing one another.
Without his glasses, James looked softer. His face was relaxed with sleep, his curls flattened messily on one side and sticking up on the other. He was taller than Regulus by enough that Regulus had to tilt his chin upwards even while they were lying down. Broader, too. More muscular. All warm skin, heavy limbs and impossible strength currently being used for the noble purpose of clinging to his smaller boyfriend.
Regulus touched one finger to the bridge of James’s nose.
James scrunched his face.
“Wake up.”
“No.”
“You didn’t even open your eyes.”
“Didn’t need to.”
“How do you know you don’t want to wake up?”
“Experience.”
Regulus pressed his lips together to stop himself laughing.
“Jamie.”
“Reggie.”
“You have to get up.”
“I don’t.”
“You do.”
“Prove it.”
Regulus stared at him.
James appeared deeply pleased with this argument, despite being almost entirely unconscious.
“Fine,” Regulus said.
He wriggled backwards.
James immediately dragged him close again.
“Where’re you going?”
“To shower.”
“Have fun.”
James kissed his forehead blindly and settled back down.
Regulus went still.
That would not do.
He studied James’s face for a moment, considering his approach. Ordinary requests had failed. Repeated use of James’s name had failed. Attempted escape had failed. Reason had never stood a chance.
Fortunately, Regulus had discovered years ago that there was one method which worked without exception.
His expression turned thoughtful.
Then sweet.
Then wicked.
“Oh,” Regulus sighed softly.
James did not react.
Regulus let another sigh escape, longer this time, carrying just enough disappointment to make it theatrical.
“What?” James muttered.
“Nothing.”
“Mm.”
“It’s perfectly fine.”
James frowned without opening his eyes. “What’s fine?”
“I said nothing.”
“You said it like something.”
Regulus traced one finger idly across James’s chest.
“I was only thinking about my shower.”
“Good thinking.”
“My hot shower.”
“Brilliant.”
“My hot, wet, soapy shower.”
James’s breathing changed.
Only slightly.
Regulus noticed.
He lowered his voice, making it soft and mournful. “All alone.”
One of James’s eyes cracked open.
Regulus looked away as though he had not seen it.
“What?” James asked.
Regulus sighed again. “Nothing, Jamie.”
James’s eye closed.
Regulus waited two seconds.
“I’ll just have to stand beneath all that warm water by myself.”
James’s fingers flexed against his waist.
Regulus continued in a wistful murmur, “Completely naked.”
“Regulus.”
“Yes?”
“What are you doing?”
“Talking.”
“You’re doing something.”
“I’m lying in bed.”
“Suspiciously.”
Regulus blinked at him with exaggerated innocence. “How does one lie in bed suspiciously?”
“You manage.”
“That sounds like paranoia.”
“That sounds like experience.”
Regulus smiled faintly.
James still had not fully opened his eyes.
Clearly, more effort was required.
Regulus shifted closer until his mouth was near James’s ear.
“It will be terribly lonely,” he whispered.
James swallowed.
“The shower?”
“Mhm.”
“Lonely?”
“Very.”
“You’ll survive.”
“I suppose I’ll have to.”
Regulus let his fingertips drift lower over James’s stomach, then stopped before they reached the waistband of his sleep trousers.
“A hot, wet, soapy shower,” Regulus continued softly. “And no one there to help me.”
James opened both eyes.
They were unfocused without his glasses, but they were open.
Regulus smiled.
“No one?” James repeated.
“No one.”
“You know I live here.”
“Do you?”
James frowned.
Regulus gave him a pointed look. “I sometimes wonder.”
“I’m right here.”
“Physically.”
“I’m holding you.”
“While unconscious.”
“Still counts.”
“It does not.”
James squinted at him, trying to make out his expression. “Why are you sulking?”
“I’m not sulking.”
“You’re doing the voice.”
“What voice?”
“The sad little voice that means you’re about to say something designed to ruin my life.”
Regulus placed one hand against his chest.
“That is an appalling accusation.”
“It’s also true.”
“I merely said I’ll be lonely in the shower.”
James’s gaze dropped vaguely in the direction of Regulus’s shirt.
The hem had ridden higher during his attempts to escape, though it still covered his pussy.
Barely.
James stared.
Or attempted to stare. Without his glasses, he was likely seeing nothing more detailed than a pale blur wearing one of his shirts.
Regulus knew this.
It made his smile deepen.
“Can you even see me?” he asked.
James narrowed his eyes. “Enough.”
“You are a terrible liar.”
“I know what you look like.”
“That isn’t the same as seeing.”
“I can see your general shape.”
“My general shape?”
“Beautiful.”
“You’re attempting to recover.”
“Is it working?”
“No.”
James gave him a sleepy, hopeful smile.
Regulus remained unmoved.
“You didn’t even realise I was in the mood last night,” he said.
The smile vanished.
James blinked.
“What?”
Regulus turned his face away with another quiet, wounded sigh.
James lifted his head from the pillow. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“You were in the mood?”
“Yes.”
“Last night?”
“That is generally what ‘last night’ means.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Regulus looked back at him. “I did.”
“You did not.”
“I was extremely obvious.”
“How?”
“I kept touching you.”
“You always touch me.”
“I sat in your lap.”
“You always sit in my lap.”
“I kissed your neck.”
“You always kiss my neck.”
Regulus glared.
James stared back, visibly struggling to understand how he had failed.
“I bit you,” Regulus said.
“You always bite me.”
“I put your hand between my thighs.”
James went silent.
Regulus raised an eyebrow.
“I thought you were cold,” James admitted.
Regulus stared at him in disbelief.
“You thought I was cold.”
“Yes?”
“So you patted my thigh twice, kissed my forehead and went to sleep.”
“I was tired.”
“I noticed.”
“Why didn’t you just say something?”
“I should not have to announce it with a formal invitation.”
“I’m apparently very stupid.”
“Yes.”
“You could have said, ‘Jamie, I’m horny.’”
“I was trying to seduce you.”
“You’re always seductive.”
“That is not a defence.”
“It explains my confusion.”
“No, it confirms your stupidity.”
James dropped his head back onto the pillow.
“Oh, God.”
“Precisely.”
“You were in the mood.”
“Desperately.”
“And I went to sleep.”
“Immediately.”
“I’m the worst boyfriend alive.”
Regulus considered this. “At present.”
James made a pained sound.
Regulus let him suffer for a moment.
Then he murmured, “I had to pleasure myself.”
James became completely still.
Regulus watched the information travel through him.
“You what?” James asked.
“I had to pleasure myself.”
“After I went to sleep?”
“Yes.”
“Beside me?”
“You were snoring.”
“I don’t snore.”
“You do.”
“I breathe loudly.”
“You snore like a dying troll.”
“Regulus.”
“I was lying right next to you,” Regulus continued, ignoring him. “Wearing your shirt. With my hand between my legs.”
James’s mouth parted.
“And you slept through it.”
“You’re lying.”
Regulus tilted his head. “Am I?”
James stared towards him, eyes still helplessly unfocused.
“You touched yourself while I was asleep?”
“Mhm.”
“Right beside me?”
“Yes.”
“With your—”
“My fingers, Jamie.”
James inhaled sharply.
Regulus’s voice became sweeter.
“I was trying to be quiet.”
“Why?”
“Because you looked so peaceful.”
“Fuck peace.”
Regulus laughed.
James tightened his grip on him. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“I attempted to.”
“How?”
“I whispered your name.”
“I’m a heavy sleeper.”
“I touched your chest.”
“That isn’t enough.”
“I kissed your shoulder.”
“That’s affectionate, not urgent.”
“I put my thigh over yours.”
“You sleep like that.”
“You have an excuse for everything.”
“I am trying to understand the scale of my failure.”
“It was considerable.”
James groaned and rubbed one hand over his face.
Regulus watched him with barely concealed amusement.
“And now,” Regulus said, “you’re going to leave me alone in the shower too.”
James’s hand dropped.
“I never said that.”
“You told me to have fun.”
“I didn’t know the circumstances.”
“You dismissed me.”
“I was unconscious.”
“A convenient excuse.”
“Reggie.”
Regulus rolled onto his back, letting the shirt shift farther up his thighs.
James’s eyes followed the movement despite being unable to see it properly.
Regulus sighed dramatically.
“I shall simply have to manage by myself again.”
“You are evil.”
“I am lonely.”
“You are tormenting a blind man.”
“You own glasses.”
“I don’t know where they are.”
“That sounds like a personal failure.”
James felt across the mattress with one hand, searching beside the pillow.
His palm found nothing.
“Where are they?”
“How should I know?”
“You’re the organised one.”
“They are your glasses.”
“You usually know where everything is.”
“That does not make me responsible for your belongings.”
“It makes you magical.”
“I am not rewarding you for losing them.”
James reached farther, patting the bedside table without lifting his head.
His hand knocked against something with a quiet clatter.
“Fuck.”
Regulus covered his mouth to smother a laugh.
“Was that them?” James asked.
“No.”
“What was it?”
“I don’t know.”
“You can see.”
“I’m choosing not to participate.”
James turned towards him, scandalised. “You’ve just told me you spent last night touching your pretty pussy beside me while I slept, and now you’re refusing to help me find my glasses?”
“Yes.”
“Cruel.”
“Neglected.”
“You’re not neglected.”
“I was forced to pleasure myself.”
“I would have helped.”
“You were unconscious.”
“You could have climbed on top of me.”
“I considered it.”
James froze again.
Regulus smiled slowly.
“You considered it?”
“Yes.”
“And?”
“And then you rolled over.”
“Oh, fuck me.”
“That was the general idea.”
James made a strangled sound.
Regulus slid away from him while his grip loosened.
This time, he escaped.
Cold morning air brushed over his bare legs as he stood beside the bed. James’s shirt fell around him, the hem settling just low enough to cover his pussy again.
James pushed himself upright at once.
“Where are you going?”
“The shower.”
“Wait.”
“No.”
“Regulus.”
Regulus stepped backwards.
James reached blindly in his direction and caught nothing.
“Hot water,” Regulus said softly.
James threw the duvet aside.
“Soapy skin.”
He swung his legs over the edge of the bed.
“All alone.”
“Don’t you dare.”
Regulus backed towards the bathroom.
“No big, strong boyfriend to help me.”
James stood too quickly.
“No big hands.”
“Reggie.”
“No big cock.”
James moved with sudden, desperate purpose.
Unfortunately, he had forgotten that he could not see.
He took one step, caught his foot in the discarded duvet and rolled directly off the bed.
The sound of his body hitting the floor shook the room.
Regulus stared.
There was a moment of complete silence.
Then James said, very calmly, “I’m fine.”
Regulus burst out laughing.
James pushed himself onto his hands and knees, curls hanging over his forehead.
“Where are my fucking glasses?”
Regulus was laughing too hard to answer.
“Regulus.”
“You—” Regulus clutched his stomach. “You fell off the bed.”
“I noticed.”
“You looked like a startled dog.”
“I cannot see.”
“You heard the word cock and launched yourself onto the floor.”
“I was ambushed.”
“By what?”
“Your pussy.”
Regulus laughed harder.
James crawled one-handed across the carpet while the other swept frantically around him.
“Where are they?”
“You’re going in the wrong direction.”
“Then help me!”
“You said you knew my general shape.”
“I do.”
“Beautiful, wasn’t it?”
“Devastating. Now where are my glasses?”
Regulus leaned against the bathroom doorway, grinning as James continued searching.
“Left.”
James moved his hand left.
“Your other left.”
“Very helpful.”
“A little farther.”
His fingertips brushed the frame.
James snatched the glasses from the floor and shoved them onto his face.
He looked up.
The lenses were slightly crooked.
His gaze found Regulus immediately.
Regulus stood in the bathroom doorway with bare legs, messy dark hair and James’s oversized shirt hanging from his smaller body. The hem had shifted again, threatening to expose his bare pussy if he moved too quickly.
James’s entire expression changed.
Sleep vanished.
His eyes widened behind his glasses, focused now and fixed entirely upon Regulus.
Regulus smiled sweetly.
“There you are, Jamie.”
James rose from the floor.
Regulus took one deliberate step backwards into the bathroom.
James stared at his legs.
“At least you can see your pretty baby now,” Regulus cooed.
“Come here.”
“No.”
“Reggie.”
“The shower is waiting.”
“So am I.”
“You already kept me waiting all night.”
“I apologised.”
“You called yourself stupid.”
“That was part of the apology.”
“It was merely accurate.”
James pushed his glasses properly into place.
Regulus backed farther into the bathroom.
James followed.
“You’re not showering alone,” James said.
“I thought you wanted to sleep.”
“I’ve never been more awake in my life.”
“You were unconscious thirty seconds ago.”
“You said hot, wet and soapy.”
“And lonely.”
“You said pussy.”
“I have one.”
“You said you touched it.”
“I did.”
“While wearing my shirt.”
“Mhm.”
James stepped closer.
Regulus grinned and moved out of reach.
“You missed it,” he said.
“I am painfully aware.”
“Perhaps you should pay more attention to your boyfriend.”
“I’m paying attention now.”
“It may be too late.”
“It isn’t.”
“It might be.”
“It absolutely isn’t.”
Regulus reached for the bathroom door.
James quickened his pace.
Regulus laughed and darted inside.
“Regulus!”
The door began to swing shut.
James lunged after him, cursing as he rushed through the narrowing gap.
Regulus’s laughter echoed through the bathroom.
“Too slow, Jamie.”
“Not anymore.”
James made it through the bathroom door just as Regulus reached the shower.
He was still laughing.
Not loudly anymore, not the helpless, breathless laughter from the bedroom, but something quieter and sharper around the edges, bright with victory. His bare feet were cold against the tile, his hair mussed from sleep, James’s shirt slipping off one shoulder as he leaned over to turn the shower on.
The pipes gave a familiar groan.
Water burst against the tiles a second later, first cold, then warming quickly, steam beginning to curl up into the morning air.
James stopped behind him.
Regulus glanced back over his shoulder.
“Well?” he asked sweetly. “You caught up.”
James did not answer.
His eyes were on the shirt.
Regulus smiled like he knew exactly what he was doing and took his time with it, fingers catching the hem, lifting slowly. The fabric dragged up over his thighs, over the curve of his perky ass, over his slim waist and flat stomach, over his chest.
Then he pulled it over his head and dropped it carelessly to the floor.
James made a sound like the world had punched him in the lungs.
Regulus stood naked in front of him, the warm shower hissing at his back, steam gathering around his body in pale ribbons. His top surgery scars sat clean and familiar across his flat chest, beautiful because they were his, because they belonged to the body James had spent years loving with the kind of devotion that had never learned how to behave itself. His stomach was flat, his waist slim beneath James’s hungry stare. Long legs, soft thighs, the narrow space between them, pretty pussy exposed now with nothing to hide behind.
James’s hand found the doorframe.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
Regulus tilted his head. “Good morning to you too.”
James swallowed.
His eyes travelled again, slower this time, as if looking once had not been enough, as if he needed to memorise every inch before Regulus moved. He looked ruined already, hair a mess, glasses slightly crooked, sleep pants hanging low on his hips with an obvious hard line tenting the front of them.
Regulus noticed.
Of course he noticed.
His smile widened.
“You’re staring, Jamie.”
James let out a rough laugh, stepping forward. “You took my shirt off.”
“Yes.”
“In front of me.”
“You were invited.”
“You said shower.”
“This is a shower.”
“You didn’t say you were going to stand there looking like that.”
“Like what?”
James came up behind him, close enough that the heat of him pressed against Regulus’s back before his hands even touched him.
“Like that,” James said, voice low. “Like you know exactly what you’re doing to me.”
Regulus hummed, pleased.
James wrapped both arms around him and pulled him back firmly against his chest.
The difference between them was immediate and intoxicating. James, taller and broader and hot from bed, surrounding him completely. Regulus, smaller in his arms, fitted against him as though James had been built to hold him there. One of James’s hands splayed over Regulus’s stomach, fingers spread wide across pale skin. The other slid over his hip, gripping gently, dragging him closer until there was nowhere for Regulus to go.
Regulus sighed.
“There,” James murmured against his neck. “Not lonely now.”
“Barely.”
“Barely?”
“You were very late.”
“I fell off the bed for you.”
“You fell off the bed because I said cock.”
James pressed his grin to Regulus’s shoulder.
“That too.”
Regulus tried to look unimpressed, but his mouth betrayed him.
James kissed it anyway, the corner of that almost-smile, then the line of his jaw, then lower. His mouth moved all over him, greedy and warm, pressing kisses down Regulus’s neck, across his shoulder, over the slope of muscle and bone.
Regulus’s breathing caught.
James heard.
He always heard that.
The smirk came back against Regulus’s skin.
“There he is,” James cooed.
“Don’t start.”
“Don’t start?” James echoed, amused. “You dragged me out of bed by telling me about your hot, wet, soapy, lonely shower.”
“I did no such thing.”
“You absolutely did.”
“You came willingly.”
“I came desperately.”
Regulus laughed under his breath and pushed his hips back.
James groaned instantly.
The hard shape of his cock pressed through his sleep pants, thick and unmistakable against the curve of Regulus’s ass. Regulus rocked back again, slower this time, deliberate, rolling his hips with enough pressure to make James’s grip tighten around him.
“Reggie.”
Regulus’s eyelashes fluttered.
“What?”
“Careful.”
“Why?”
James dragged his mouth up to Regulus’s ear. “Because I’m already losing my mind.”
Regulus leaned back against him, head resting against James’s shoulder. “That was the plan.”
“I thought the plan was a shower.”
“It can be both.”
James laughed, low and wrecked, and kissed beneath his ear.
Regulus rolled his ass back again, grinding against the tent in James’s sleep pants, feeling the way James’s cock twitched and strained through the thin fabric. He made a sweet, satisfied little sound, shameless about it, about how good it felt to have James hard against him at last.
“Jamie,” he murmured.
James’s eyes shut for half a second. “Yeah?”
“I wanted this last night.”
James bit lightly at the side of his neck.
Regulus sucked in a breath.
“I know,” James said. “I know, baby. I’m sorry.”
“You missed me touching myself.”
“I know.”
“I was so wet.”
James groaned against his shoulder.
Regulus smiled, letting his voice turn softer and filthier all at once. “I kept thinking about your big cock.”
James’s hand flexed against his stomach.
“Reggie.”
“I did.”
“Fuck.”
“I wanted it,” Regulus whispered. “Wanted you to wake up and realise. Wanted you to put your hands on me.”
“I would have.”
“You didn’t.”
“I’m here now.”
“You are.”
James kissed the side of his throat, slow and open-mouthed. “Tell me.”
Regulus’s hips moved again.
James swallowed another groan.
“Tell you what?”
“What you wanted.”
Regulus looked at him over his shoulder, eyes dark and pleased. “You know what I wanted.”
“I want to hear you say it.”
The shower kept running beside them, hot water filling the room with steam, but neither of them had stepped beneath it yet. Regulus was still dry except where James’s mouth had left heat across his skin. The mirror was beginning to fog at the edges. The whole bathroom felt too warm, too close, too full of James’s breathing.
Regulus shifted in his arms and pressed his ass more firmly against him.
“I wanted your cock,” he said.
James’s breath left him hard.
Regulus smiled. “Your big cock.”
James’s forehead dropped to Regulus’s shoulder.
“Christ.”
“I wanted you to fuck me,” Regulus continued, voice pretty and merciless. “I wanted you to stop being useless and sleepy and put it in me.”
James made another rough sound, half laugh, half groan.
“Useless and sleepy?”
“Yes.”
“That’s cruel.”
“It’s honest.”
“I was tired.”
“I was horny.”
“I’m noticing.”
“Good.”
James slid one hand down.
Regulus’s smile faltered, his breath catching before James had even touched where he wanted him.
The hand moved slowly, past his stomach, over the sharp line of his hip, down between his thighs. James did not rush. He was infuriating that way when he wanted to be. His fingers trailed over soft skin, stroking, teasing, making Regulus shift his stance without meaning to.
Regulus parted his thighs.
James smiled against his neck.
“So eager now.”
Regulus huffed. “You are not allowed to tease me after last night.”
“I’m making up for it.”
“You’re doing it badly.”
“I haven’t started yet.”
Regulus opened his mouth to reply.
James’s fingers finally slid through his pussy.
The words vanished.
His head tipped back against James’s shoulder, a soft hum escaping him as James touched him properly, fingers slipping between slick folds with a slow, firm stroke.
James groaned.
“You weren’t lying.”
Regulus’s eyes half-closed. “About what?”
“Being wet.”
Regulus’s mouth curved. “I told you.”
James stroked him again, fingers dragging through him, gathering wetness before moving up to circle his clit.
Regulus whined quietly.
The sound went straight through James.
“There,” James murmured. “That’s what you needed?”
Regulus nodded, breath catching.
“Words, baby.”
Regulus swallowed. “Yes.”
James kissed his cheek. “Yeah?”
“Yes, Jamie.”
James rubbed his clit in slow, steady circles, holding Regulus tight with his other arm while Regulus softened against him. The shower roared beside them, steam rolling over their skin, but the only thing that seemed to matter was James’s hand between his thighs and James’s cock hard against his ass.
Regulus’s hips twitched.
James smiled.
“You like that.”
Regulus made a small, breathy sound. “Mhm.”
“Poor thing,” James cooed. “All needy last night and I didn’t even notice.”
“You were useless.”
“I was useless,” James agreed, kissing his jaw. “Terrible. Awful. Neglectful.”
“Very.”
“And you had to touch your pretty pussy all by yourself.”
Regulus whined again, louder this time, thighs trembling faintly.
James felt it and pressed closer.
“Did you think about me while you did it?”
Regulus’s lips parted.
James’s fingers slowed.
Regulus made an offended noise.
“Answer me.”
“Yes.”
“Good boy.”
Regulus shuddered.
James grinned against his skin, smug and bright and utterly awake now.
“Oh, you liked that.”
“Shut up.”
“You did.”
“Jamie.”
“You thought about my cock?”
Regulus pushed back against him again, needy enough now that pride had begun to fray. “Yes.”
James’s fingers rubbed over his clit, slick and perfect, making Regulus grip his forearm.
“You thought about me fucking you?”
“Yes.”
“While I was right there asleep?”
Regulus let out a sharp little whine. “Yes, Jamie.”
James groaned, hips pressing forward involuntarily. His cock dragged against Regulus’s ass through his pants, and Regulus answered by grinding back, slow and shameless, chasing the friction as James’s fingers kept moving.
“You’re going to kill me,” James muttered.
Regulus laughed breathlessly. “Good.”
“Brat.”
“Neglectful boyfriend.”
James bit his shoulder gently.
Regulus gasped.
“Say that again,” James warned softly.
Regulus tilted his head to give him more room. “Neglectful.”
James’s fingers pressed a little firmer against his clit.
Regulus’s knees nearly weakened.
“That’s what I thought,” James murmured.
Regulus’s hand flew back to catch in James’s hair, tugging him closer as James kissed and bit his neck, his shoulder, anywhere he could reach. The bathroom had gone hazy around them, all steam and heat and the hiss of water. James held him like he could not bear even an inch of space, one arm locked around his waist, the other working between his thighs.
Regulus rolled his hips into the touch.
“That’s it,” James whispered. “There you go.”
“Jamie.”
“I know.”
“Feels good.”
“I know, baby.”
Regulus whined again, the sound soft and happy and ruined.
James’s eyes darkened behind his glasses.
“Fuck, I love that noise.”
Regulus turned his face enough to kiss him.
It was awkward at first, over his shoulder, their angles wrong and wanting making them clumsy. James fixed that quickly, hand leaving Regulus’s waist only long enough to turn his chin. He kissed him deep, swallowing the next sound Regulus made as his fingers kept stroking through his pussy, rubbing his clit in a rhythm that made Regulus melt against him.
When the kiss broke, Regulus was panting.
James looked just as wrecked.
“Shower,” Regulus managed.
James stared at him. “Now you remember the shower?”
“It’s getting hot.”
“I’m getting hot.”
Regulus snorted.
James smiled, unashamed.
“That was awful,” Regulus said.
“You love me.”
“Questionable.”
“You were calling me Jamie in that voice two minutes ago.”
“That was strategy.”
“It worked.”
“You fell on the floor.”
“For love.”
“For pussy.”
James kissed him again. “Same thing, when it’s yours.”
Regulus groaned, half amused, half aroused. “You are ridiculous.”
“And hard.”
“I noticed.”
James dragged his fingers down again, slipping through the wet heat between Regulus’s thighs, and Regulus’s amusement dissolved into another soft, helpless hum.
James smiled against his mouth.
“Still want my big cock?” he murmured.
Regulus’s eyes fluttered open.
His gaze was dark, pretty, wanting.
“Yes.”
James kissed him once more, slower this time, then nudged him gently toward the shower with his body still draped over him.
“Then get in.”
Regulus smiled like he had already won.
Then, before James could tighten his hold, before he could turn that command into action with his hands and his mouth and the full weight of his body, Regulus slipped free.
James caught only air.
Regulus stepped into the shower alone.
The hot water hit him with a rush, spilling over his dark hair, down his face, over the pale slope of his shoulders. He tipped his head back and sighed, long and relieved, the sound soft enough to be innocent if James had been a fool and not James Potter, who had spent years learning every tiny difference between Regulus making a sound because he was comfortable and Regulus making a sound because he wanted to ruin him.
This one ruined him.
James stood outside the shower, still in his sleep pants, still hard, still breathing like he had run a mile instead of tripping over himself from the bed to the bathroom.
Regulus did not look at him.
Not properly.
He simply reached for the soap.
James stared.
Regulus lifted his arms, slow and graceful, letting the water slick his hair back from his face. The movement stretched his body, made his ribs shift faintly beneath smooth skin, made the lines of his stomach and waist seem sharper under the steam. Water ran over his flat chest, over his top surgery scars, following the shape of him like it had been given a blessing and a mission.
James’s mouth went dry.
Regulus worked the soap between his hands until it foamed, then dragged it over his neck.
James made a sound.
Regulus ignored him.
He smoothed the soap over his shoulders, down his arms, across his chest, over the clean lines of his scars. His fingers moved slowly, too slowly, like washing himself was suddenly the most delicate task in the world. Water slipped over him, catching at his collarbones, running in thin streams down his stomach.
James took one step forward without meaning to.
Regulus still did not look at him.
He turned slightly beneath the water, giving James the side of him. Slim waist, flat stomach, long legs. The curve of his perky ass when he shifted his weight. The wet shine of his skin. The soft part of his thighs when he moved them just enough for James to notice.
James gripped the edge of the sink.
“Regulus.”
Regulus hummed.
Nothing else.
Just hummed, like James had interrupted him in the middle of a perfectly ordinary morning.
James’s glasses were fogging.
He yanked them off, wiped them uselessly on his sleep shirt, then realised his shirt was also damp with steam and nearly snarled.
Regulus glanced at him then.
Barely.
His eyes flicked over James’s face, his chest, the obvious tent in his sleep pants.
Then Regulus smiled.
It was small.
Devastating.
“Oh,” he said lightly. “You’re still there.”
James laughed once, breathless and disbelieving. “You are doing this on purpose.”
“Showering?”
“You know what you’re doing.”
“I’m washing.”
“You’re performing.”
Regulus tilted his head under the spray. Water ran over his cheek and down his throat.
“Am I?”
“Yes.”
“How strange.”
James pointed at him, glasses in hand. “Do not act innocent.”
“I haven’t done anything.”
“You have done everything.”
Regulus turned his back to him.
James nearly lost his mind.
Regulus’s ass was slick with water, soap sliding over the curve of it as he reached back lazily, washing himself with the same careful attention he had given his chest and stomach. He was shameless about it, spine straight, chin lifted, completely aware of James watching him like he might die if he blinked.
James groaned.
“Fuck.”
Regulus’s mouth curved.
He washed down one thigh, then the other, bending just enough to make James grip the sink harder.
“Reggie.”
“Yes, Jamie?”
“You are evil.”
“You keep saying that.”
“Because you keep proving it.”
Regulus looked over his shoulder, dark lashes wet, eyes bright with mischief. “You told me to get in.”
“I meant with me.”
“You weren’t naked.”
James dropped his glasses onto the counter so fast they skidded.
Regulus watched him.
James shoved his sleep shirt over his head.
It got caught for one humiliating second around his shoulders because he was rushing too much.
Regulus’s smile widened.
“Are you struggling?”
“No.”
“You look like you’re struggling.”
“I’m not.”
“You are trapped in your shirt.”
James ripped it off with a frustrated sound and threw it somewhere near the laundry basket.
Regulus laughed.
James pointed at him again. “Don’t.”
“I said nothing.”
“You laughed.”
“You were fighting cotton.”
“I’m under pressure.”
“From cotton?”
“From you.”
Regulus’s gaze dropped.
James’s hands went to the waistband of his sleep pants.
Regulus stopped washing.
James noticed and smirked despite himself.
“Oh,” he said. “Now you’re watching.”
Regulus lifted one brow. “You’re in my bathroom.”
“Our bathroom.”
“You were invited to the shower.”
“I was invited with talk of hot water and loneliness and my cock.”
“I don’t recall.”
“You have a selective memory.”
“I have excellent memory.”
“Then you remember saying you wanted my big cock.”
Regulus’s expression did not change, but his thighs shifted beneath the water.
James saw.
His smirk deepened.
“There,” James murmured. “You’re not as smug as you think.”
Regulus turned away again. “Take your trousers off or go back to bed.”
James’s sleep pants hit the floor.
Regulus went very still.
James stepped out of them, naked at last, hard and flushed and no longer pretending he had any dignity left. The steam curled around him too now, clinging to his skin, catching in the dark hair on his chest, slipping over the hard muscle of his stomach and thighs. He was taller, broader, all heat and muscle and morning hunger, and Regulus could feel him behind him before he was even in the shower.
James stepped in.
Water splashed against his chest.
He hissed.
“Fuck, that’s hot.”
Regulus glanced back. “Too much?”
“No.” James came closer. “Perfect.”
Regulus turned away again as if he had not been waiting.
James came up behind him and draped himself over Regulus’s back.
The contact made them both breathe differently.
James’s chest pressed to Regulus’s shoulders, his stomach to Regulus’s back, his thighs behind Regulus’s thighs. One arm slid around Regulus’s waist. The other braced against the wet tile for half a second before James abandoned balance entirely and wrapped both arms around him, pulling him close beneath the water.
Regulus’s eyes fluttered.
James smiled against his neck.
“Still ignoring me?”
“Yes.”
“Liar.”
Regulus held the soap in one hand. “I’m busy.”
“You are standing still.”
“I’m thinking.”
“About what?”
“Whether you deserve attention.”
James kissed beneath his ear. “I fell off the bed.”
“You keep bringing that up like it was romantic.”
“It was.”
“It was clumsy.”
“Romantically clumsy.”
Regulus snorted.
James grinned and kissed him again, then again, scattering kisses over the back of his neck, along his shoulder, against every patch of wet skin he could reach. The water ran over James’s hair and down onto Regulus, making them slick together, making every slight movement drag skin against skin.
Regulus tried to keep washing himself.
James made that difficult.
He took the soap from Regulus’s hand and dropped it onto the shelf without looking.
Regulus glanced at it.
“I was using that.”
“I’m using you.”
“That doesn’t even make sense.”
“It does to me.”
“You are an idiot.”
James hummed happily against his neck. “Your idiot.”
Regulus’s expression softened for half a second.
James caught it. Of course he did.
He kissed his cheek.
“There he is.”
“Shut up.”
“Sweet thing.”
“Don’t.”
“My pretty baby.”
“James.”
James’s mouth curved. “Oh, James now?”
Regulus tipped his head back against his shoulder, looking unimpressed even with water on his lashes and James’s arms locked around him.
“You’re being annoying.”
“I’m being loving.”
“You’re being smug.”
“I can multitask.”
Regulus opened his mouth.
James shifted.
His cock slid forward between Regulus’s thighs.
Regulus’s mouth stayed open, but no words came out.
James froze behind him for one second, forehead lowering to Regulus’s shoulder as the heat of Regulus surrounded him. Not inside, not yet, just between his thighs, pressed up close, the thick length of James’s cock sliding against slick skin and brushing against Regulus’s pussy.
James groaned like he had been wounded.
“Fuck.”
Regulus’s fingers flexed against James’s forearm.
James did not move at first.
He just breathed, heavy and uneven, with his cock trapped warm between Regulus’s thighs, against the soft wet heat of him. The shower made everything slick. Water, soap, skin, Regulus’s pussy already wet before the spray had ever touched him.
James’s arms tightened.
“Oh, baby,” he murmured, voice wrecked. “There.”
Regulus swallowed.
His lashes fluttered again.
“Jamie.”
James smiled, but it was strained, hungry, almost helpless. “I know.”
“You’re—”
“I know.”
Regulus shifted his hips.
James groaned again, louder.
“Reggie.”
“What?”
“Don’t move unless you want me to embarrass myself.”
Regulus’s lips parted into a slow smirk.
“Oh?”
James bit gently at his shoulder. “Don’t sound so pleased.”
“I’m very pleased.”
“I can tell.”
Regulus rolled his hips again.
James’s cock dragged between his thighs, sliding against his pussy, hard and thick and hot even beneath the water. Regulus made a small sound before he could stop it, a breathy whine that became a hum when James pressed closer.
James’s eyes shut.
“Fuck, I love you.”
Regulus gave a soft laugh that broke halfway into another sound when James shifted his hips forward.
“You say that now?”
“I mean it now.”
“You mean it because your cock is against my pussy.”
“I mean it always.” James kissed his neck. “But especially because my cock is against your pussy.”
Regulus laughed properly then, helpless for a second.
James grinned against him.
Then Regulus moved again and James stopped grinning.
His hips rolled back, slow and deliberate, thighs tightening just enough to hold James where he was. James’s cock slid against him in a smooth, wet drag, the head catching lightly against his pussy before slipping forward again.
Regulus’s breath caught.
James felt it everywhere.
“There?” James asked, low.
Regulus did not answer quickly enough.
James did it again.
Regulus whined.
James smiled.
“There.”
Regulus’s head tipped back against him. “Jamie.”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Feels good.”
James groaned and pressed his forehead to Regulus’s temple. “I know. Fuck, I know, it feels good.”
Regulus rocked again, finding a rhythm that made the water seem louder around them, made the steam thicker, made James’s hands grip him as though he was the only solid thing left in the world. James’s cock stayed between his thighs, dragging against his pussy with every roll of Regulus’s hips, not enough, too much, perfect in a way that made Regulus’s knees feel soft.
James noticed that too.
He always noticed.
One hand slipped down to Regulus’s hip, steadying him.
“Careful,” James murmured. “I’ve got you.”
Regulus’s eyes half closed. “I know.”
James kissed the side of his face, softer for one breath, almost tender.
Then Regulus deliberately tightened his thighs around him.
James’s tenderness shattered.
“Jesus—”
Regulus smiled.
James laughed, broken and rough. “You little menace.”
“You like it.”
“I love it.”
“I know.”
James slid his hand from Regulus’s hip to his stomach, palm splayed wide, holding him back against his body while his other hand drifted down again. His fingers brushed Regulus’s thigh, then higher, teasing near where his cock was moving between them.
Regulus whimpered.
James’s mouth found his ear.
“You’re so wet,” he said, voice low and ruined. “Even with the shower, I can feel it. Always so fucking wet for me.”
Regulus’s hips stuttered.
James groaned at the shift.
“You like when I say that?”
Regulus exhaled shakily. “You’re obsessed.”
“With you?”
“With my pussy.”
James did not deny it.
He did not even try.
He just groaned, deep and honest, and dragged his mouth over Regulus’s shoulder.
“I am,” he said.
Regulus’s hand shot back into James’s wet curls.
James smiled against his skin.
“I am,” he repeated, lower. “Always have been.”
Regulus’s breathing turned uneven.
James kissed him again, messy and reverent, still moving behind him in slow, shallow rolls that kept his cock sliding between Regulus’s thighs, pressed to his pussy with every thrust.
“Jamie.”
“Mhm?”
“You’re impossible.”
“I’m honest.”
“You’re filthy.”
“You made me this way.”
Regulus laughed breathlessly. “I did not.”
“You did.” James’s hand moved, fingers slipping over wet skin, just beside where they were pressed together. “You walk around in my shirts with nothing underneath. You climb into bed all sleepy and pretty. You look at me like that. You tell me you touched yourself while I was asleep.”
“You deserved that.”
“I deserved worse.”
“You did.”
James nipped his neck. “Mean.”
“Neglectful.”
James pressed forward harder.
Regulus gasped.
“There’s that word again,” James murmured.
Regulus smiled with his eyes closed. “Neglectful.”
James’s fingers finally brushed his clit.
Regulus’s smile vanished.
James rubbed gently, just once, a slow circle that matched the drag of his cock between Regulus’s thighs.
Regulus whined.
James groaned into his neck.
“That’s it.”
“Jamie.”
“I’ve got you.”
Regulus rolled his hips again, needier now, chasing both the pressure of James’s cock against his pussy and the touch of James’s fingers. The shower soaked them, water running over James’s forearms, over Regulus’s stomach, down between their bodies. Everything was slick. Everything was warm. James was everywhere.
His arms.
His mouth.
His cock.
His voice.
“Pretty baby,” James murmured. “Look at you.”
Regulus could not look at anything. His head was tipped back, eyes shut, mouth parted as James held him against his chest and touched him with maddening patience.
“You were so smug a minute ago.”
“Shut up.”
“Giving me a show.”
Regulus’s fingers tightened in his hair.
“Washing yourself like you weren’t trying to kill me.”
“Maybe I was.”
“You were.”
James’s cock slid against him again, and Regulus made a sound that did not sound smug at all.
James’s breath hitched.
“There you go,” he cooed. “Not ignoring me now, are you?”
Regulus tried to turn his face away.
James followed, kissing the corner of his mouth.
“Are you?”
“No,” Regulus breathed.
“No?”
“No, Jamie.”
James smiled into the kiss he stole from him. “Good.”
Regulus rolled his hips again, and James’s control frayed visibly. His grip tightened; his mouth opened against Regulus’s jaw; his next groan vibrated through Regulus’s back.
“Fuck,” James breathed. “You feel so good.”
Regulus looked up at him through wet lashes.
James looked down at him, utterly gone.
His glasses were fogged at the edges. His curls were plastered to his forehead. Water ran down his face, over his lips, along the tense line of his throat. He looked hungry and adoring and ruined, and Regulus loved him so much for it that it made something sharp twist sweetly in his chest.
Then James moved again, and the thought dissolved.
Regulus whined, hips chasing him.
James grinned.
“That’s my Reggie.”
“Don’t stop.”
“I’m not stopping.”
“You’d better not.”
James kissed him hard.
It was all teeth and water and breath, Regulus twisting as much as James’s arms allowed, James bending down to meet him, their bodies still moving beneath the spray. James’s cock dragged between Regulus’s thighs, against his pussy, while his fingers kept circling his clit, slow enough to tease, firm enough to make Regulus shake.
Regulus broke the kiss with a gasp.
James immediately kissed his cheek, his jaw, the wet curve of his neck.
“Jamie.”
“I know.”
“You keep saying that.”
“Because I do.”
Regulus made a frustrated little sound.
James laughed softly.
“You’re needy this morning.”
“You made me wait.”
“I know.”
“Last night.”
“I know.”
“All morning.”
“I know, baby.”
Regulus pushed back against him, not caring that his voice had gone breathy, not caring that he sounded wrecked. “Then stop talking.”
James’s grin turned wicked against his skin.
“Yes, sir.”
Regulus huffed.
James’s fingers pressed a little firmer.
The huff broke into a whine.
James groaned like he had been waiting for exactly that.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “There it is.”
Regulus’s thighs trembled around his cock.
James held him tighter, keeping him steady beneath the water, his body draped fully over Regulus’s now, sheltering and crowding and consuming him all at once. He rocked his hips in slow, careful strokes, dragging himself against him, obsessed with every wet little sound, every gasp, every roll of Regulus’s hips back into him.
Regulus reached back with one hand and grabbed James’s hip.
James looked down at the touch like it might end him.
“Reggie.”
“Closer.”
“I’m right here.”
“Closer.”
James made a helpless sound and pressed in as close as he could, chest to back, stomach to spine, cock trapped between Regulus’s thighs and rubbing against his pussy with every shallow thrust.
Regulus sighed, satisfied and shaky.
“That’s it,” James murmured. “That’s what you wanted?”
Regulus nodded.
“Words.”
Regulus swallowed. “Yes.”
James kissed his temple.
“What else?”
Regulus’s eyes opened halfway. “What?”
James’s hand slowed just enough to make him whine.
“What else did you want last night?”
Regulus glared up at him, but it had no strength behind it.
James smiled. “Tell me.”
“You’re awful.”
“I’m devoted.”
“You’re making me say it.”
“Yes.”
Regulus rocked back harder.
James groaned.
“You first.”
James blinked water from his lashes. “Me first?”
“Tell me.”
“What?”
Regulus’s mouth curved. “Tell me how obsessed you are.”
James stared at him.
Then he laughed, low and disbelieving and wildly in love.
“You brat.”
Regulus smirked.
James’s grip shifted, one arm locked around Regulus’s waist again while the other stayed between his thighs.
“I’m obsessed,” James said.
Regulus’s smirk softened into something bright and wicked.
“With?”
James kissed his neck.
“With your pussy.”
Regulus shivered.
James noticed, and his voice dropped.
“With how wet you get. With how pretty you sound. With how you look in my shirt and how you look out of it. With the way you grind back on me like this and still act like you’re in charge.”
“I am in charge.”
James’s teeth grazed his shoulder. “Sure, baby.”
Regulus’s laugh turned into a gasp when James’s fingers moved faster.
James groaned.
“See?” James murmured. “That. I’m obsessed with that.”
Regulus panted, hips moving in messy little rolls now, his earlier performance gone, stripped away by heat and water and James touching him exactly where he wanted. His hand stayed on James’s hip, fingers pressing into wet skin, urging him closer even though there was nowhere left to go.
James kept kissing him.
Kept cooing against him.
Kept moving.
“Pretty boy,” James breathed.
Regulus whined.
“My pretty boy.”
“Jamie.”
“I’ve got you.”
Regulus tipped his head back, throat exposed, eyes closed, body held entirely in James’s arms as the shower poured over them. The soap had been abandoned. The morning had been abandoned. The whole world had narrowed to the wet slide of skin, James’s cock between his thighs, James’s fingers on his clit, James’s mouth at his neck.
“Still lonely?” James asked.
Regulus let out a shaky laugh.
“No.”
“No?”
“No.”
James smiled against his cheek. “Good.”
Regulus turned his face enough to kiss him again, slower this time, needier, and James melted into it with a groan, holding him close beneath the hot water like he had no intention of ever letting him go.
When Regulus pulled back, breathless, his eyes were dark and dazed and pleased.
James looked at him and lost whatever remained of himself.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “You’re beautiful.”
Regulus’s mouth curved.
“You’re still neglectful.”
James groaned, half tortured, half laughing. “I am making up for it.”
“Barely.”
James’s fingers moved again.
Regulus gasped.
James smiled.
“Then I’ll keep going.”
James kept going until Regulus was barely pretending to stand on his own.
The shower had turned everything into heat and blur. Steam gathered against the glass. Water rushed over them in endless sheets, striking James’s shoulders and spilling down Regulus’s back, over the curve of him, over James’s hands where they gripped and touched and held. Regulus had one hand against the wet tile now, the other curled around James’s wrist between his thighs, not pushing him away, not even close, only holding on like he needed something solid while James took him apart slowly.
James’s cock was still trapped between his thighs, sliding slick and heavy against his pussy with every careful roll of James’s hips. James’s fingers circled his clit. His mouth stayed at Regulus’s neck, smiling against him whenever Regulus tried and failed to bite back a sound.
“Jamie,” Regulus breathed.
James hummed. “Yeah?”
Regulus pushed back against him, a little shaky, a little impatient, all sweetness sharpened into want.
James grinned.
“There he is.”
“Stop saying that.”
“But there he is.”
Regulus’s head tipped back against his shoulder. “I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I do.”
“You’re holding my wrist.”
“So you don’t get distracted.”
James laughed against his throat. “Distracted from your pussy?”
Regulus shuddered.
James felt it and groaned.
“Impossible,” James murmured. “Never happening.”
Regulus’s eyes fluttered shut when James rubbed his clit again, firm and slow, the touch making his thighs tighten instinctively around James’s cock. James cursed under his breath, hips jerking forward, his whole body going tense behind him.
Regulus noticed.
Of course he noticed.
His mouth curved.
“You’re losing it.”
James exhaled hard. “You have my cock between your thighs and your hand on my wrist like you own me.”
“I do own you.”
“Yes,” James said immediately.
Regulus laughed breathlessly.
James kissed his jaw. “Was that meant to be an argument?”
“It was meant to be an insult.”
“Terrible insult.”
“You’re pathetic.”
“Only for you.”
Regulus’s hips rolled again, slow and filthy, dragging James’s cock against his pussy in a way that made James’s grip tighten on his waist.
James’s breath hitched.
Regulus smiled wider.
“You like it.”
“I’m obsessed with it.”
“You said that.”
“I’ll say it again.”
“Jamie.”
“I’m obsessed with your pussy,” James said, voice low, mouth pressed to Regulus’s ear. “Completely. Stupidly. Hopelessly.”
Regulus whined.
James grinned like he had won something.
“Oh, pretty boy.”
“Don’t coo at me.”
“You love when I coo at you.”
“I love when you do what I want.”
James’s hand stilled.
Regulus made a displeased sound.
James’s grin turned sharper.
“And what do you want?”
Regulus opened his eyes.
Water clung to his lashes. His mouth was parted, cheeks flushed, body wet and trembling in James’s arms, but his expression was still Regulus through and through: proud, demanding, pleased with the damage he had done.
He shifted his hips back.
James groaned.
“You know,” Regulus said.
“I want you to say it.”
“You always want me to say it.”
“Yes.”
“Because you’re awful.”
“Because you sound pretty when you beg.”
Regulus’s eyes narrowed.
James kissed the corner of his mouth. “And because you’ve been teasing me since you opened your eyes.”
“You deserved it.”
“I did.”
“You missed me last night.”
“I did.”
“You fell asleep while I was needy.”
“I did.”
Regulus turned his head enough to look at him properly. “Then fix it.”
Something in James’s face changed.
It was quick. A flash of heat beneath the fondness. A decision, sharp as a match strike.
He smiled.
“There we are.”
Regulus barely had time to react before James’s hands moved to his hips.
Not rough enough to hurt. Never that. But firm, certain, full of the easy strength that made Regulus’s breath catch every time James remembered exactly how much bigger he was.
James guided him forward.
Regulus went willingly.
His hand slid from the tile to the rail fixed along the shower wall, fingers curling around the wet metal as James bent him into place. The change in angle made Regulus gasp softly, spine dipping, ass lifting, his body offered beneath the pounding hot water.
James went still behind him.
Regulus looked back over his shoulder.
James was staring.
Again.
Completely wrecked by him, again.
Regulus’s mouth curved slowly.
“What?” he asked.
James swallowed. “You know what.”
Regulus tightened his grip on the rail and pushed his ass back.
James’s eyes darkened.
Regulus did it again, shaking it slightly this time, shameless and smug and beautiful, water streaming over the curve of him.
James groaned.
“Fuck, Reggie.”
Regulus smiled wider, lashes lowered, voice turning soft and sweet enough to be dangerous.
“Come on, Jamie.”
James stepped closer, hands sliding over Regulus’s hips, fingers pressing into wet skin.
Regulus arched a little more.
James’s cock brushed against him.
Regulus whined.
“There?” James murmured.
Regulus pushed back. “Don’t tease.”
“You’ve been teasing me all morning.”
“That was different.”
“How?”
“I’m me.”
James laughed, helplessly fond, and leaned over him, chest pressing against Regulus’s back for one heated second. His mouth found Regulus’s shoulder, then the side of his neck.
“You are such a brat.”
Regulus’s breath trembled. “Your brat.”
James kissed him harder.
“Mine.”
Regulus’s fingers tightened around the rail.
The word went through him like a spark.
James felt it in the way Regulus’s body softened for him, in the tiny noise he made, in the way his hips pushed back again, seeking.
“There,” James cooed, lips brushing his ear. “That’s what you like.”
Regulus turned his face slightly. “Jamie.”
“What?”
“Fuck me.”
James went still.
Regulus’s voice was breathy now, sweet and wrecked, but still deliberate, still cruel in the way only he could be when he knew exactly where to aim.
“Put your big cock in my needy little pussy,” Regulus whined, rolling his hips back against him. “Please, Jamie.”
James’s mouth fell open against his shoulder.
“Regulus.”
Regulus pushed back again, shameless, shaking his ass just enough to make James’s hand flex hard on his hip.
“I want it,” Regulus cooed. “Wanted it last night. Wanted you to wake up and fuck me properly.”
James’s breathing had gone rough.
Regulus heard it and smiled.
“I want you to fill me.”
James made a sound low in his throat.
Regulus turned his head as far as he could, eyes bright and wicked beneath wet lashes.
“Maybe you can finally put a baby in me like you’ve wanted for years.”
James stopped breathing.
The shower roared around them.
Regulus’s smile sharpened.
“Would you like that, Daddy?”
James snapped.
Not in a way that lost care. Never that. But every last thread of his patience vanished.
His hand slid from Regulus’s hip to between his thighs, fingers finding him again, rubbing through the slick heat of his pussy with a groan that sounded almost pained.
“Say that again,” James said.
Regulus’s knees nearly weakened at the sound of his voice.
“What?”
James leaned over him, huge and hot against his back, his mouth right beside Regulus’s ear.
“Say it again.”
Regulus swallowed, then smiled like he had no intention of saving either of them.
“Daddy.”
James cursed.
His fingers pushed inside him.
Regulus’s mouth fell open.
The stretch was familiar and still enough to make him gasp, two fingers sliding in easily because he was already wet, already loose, already worked open by last night and this morning and James’s endless teasing. James groaned at how little resistance there was, his forehead dropping between Regulus’s shoulder blades.
“Fuck,” James breathed. “You really were ready.”
Regulus rocked back onto his fingers with a needy little sound. “Told you.”
“You touched yourself last night.”
“Yes.”
“How much?”
Regulus’s eyes fluttered shut.
James curled his fingers slightly.
Regulus whined.
“How much, baby?”
“Enough.”
James kissed down his spine. “Enough for me?”
Regulus pushed back again. “Yes.”
James groaned like the answer had ruined him.
His fingers moved slowly at first, even now, even with his control splintering, because it was Regulus and he always checked, always watched, always listened. Regulus clung to the rail and rocked back onto his hand, breath catching every time James’s fingers pressed deeper.
“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” James murmured.
Regulus whimpered.
“Bent over for me. Begging for my cock.”
“Jamie.”
“Calling me Daddy like you don’t know what that does to me.”
Regulus’s lips parted around a breathless laugh. “I know.”
James’s fingers thrust in a little deeper.
Regulus squeaked.
James smiled against his back.
“Yeah, you know.”
Regulus looked over his shoulder again, cheeks flushed, mouth wet, eyes dark with wanting.
“Stop making me wait.”
James’s thumb stroked over his hip, almost tender, even as his fingers kept moving inside him.
“You sure?”
Regulus stared at him.
James smiled, soft and wicked all at once. “Use your words.”
Regulus’s expression went sharp with impatience.
“Yes, Jamie.”
James’s smile deepened.
“Yes, what?”
Regulus groaned. “Don’t be annoying.”
“I’m making up for being neglectful.”
“You’re making it worse.”
“Say it.”
Regulus pushed back onto his fingers, deliberately, hard enough that James’s breath caught.
“Yes, Daddy.”
James’s eyes nearly rolled back.
“Fuck.”
He pulled his fingers free.
Regulus whined at the loss.
James kissed his hip, his waist, the wet curve of his back, then straightened behind him. His hands moved carefully, one bracing on Regulus’s hip, the other guiding himself between Regulus’s thighs.
Regulus’s breath went shallow.
The head of James’s cock pressed against him.
Not sliding between his thighs this time. Not teasing against the outside.
There.
Right there.
Regulus’s fingers tightened around the rail.
James stilled.
“Baby,” he said, voice rough.
Regulus’s heart kicked.
“Yeah?”
James leaned over him again, mouth brushing his shoulder. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”
Regulus softened.
Just for a moment.
Only for him.
“I will.”
James kissed him once, slow and warm against wet skin.
Then he pushed in.
Regulus squealed.
The sound broke out of him high and helpless, swallowed quickly by a whine as James’s cock started to stretch him open. James groaned behind him, deep and ruined, one hand tightening on Regulus’s hip while the other curled over his waist to hold him still.
“Fuck, Regulus.”
Regulus’s head dropped forward.
His hair stuck wetly to his forehead, water streaming over his face as James slid into him inch by inch. He rocked back instinctively, desperate for more, and James hissed through his teeth.
“Slow,” James warned.
Regulus whined.
“Jamie.”
“I know.”
“More.”
“I know.”
“Please.”
James’s laugh was broken. “You’re going to kill me.”
Regulus pushed back again.
James groaned loudly, hips jerking forward another inch.
Regulus gasped, then whined, then made a small needy sound that went straight through James’s spine.
“There,” James cooed, even though his voice was wrecked. “There you go. Taking me so well.”
Regulus’s knees trembled.
James’s arm tightened around his waist, keeping him steady.
“Good boy.”
Regulus shuddered around him.
James swore.
“Oh, you liked that.”
“Shut up.”
“You did.”
“Jamie.”
James kissed his shoulder, smiling against wet skin.
“My pretty boy,” he murmured. “My needy little thing.”
Regulus rocked back onto him again, slower this time, taking more of him, his breath stuttering at the stretch.
James had to stop moving.
He shut his eyes, jaw clenched, the water running over his face while Regulus’s body pulled him in.
“Fuck,” James whispered. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.”
Regulus made another broken little noise.
James opened his eyes.
Regulus was bent forward beneath him, hands tight on the rail, back arched, body trembling, still trying to push back for more even though James was the one meant to be setting the pace.
James’s chest went tight with something hotter than want and softer than mercy.
He leaned over him, covering him completely.
“Greedy,” James whispered.
Regulus panted. “For you.”
James groaned.
Another inch.
Regulus’s mouth opened on a silent gasp.
James kissed the back of his neck.
“That’s it.”
Regulus rocked back.
James held his hip.
“Slow.”
“Jamie.”
“I said slow.”
“You’re teasing.”
“I’m trying not to come in two seconds.”
Regulus laughed breathlessly, the sound turning to a whine when James pushed in deeper.
James’s fingers dug into his waist.
“Laugh again,” James warned softly.
Regulus smiled against his forearm.
“You’re pathetic.”
James pressed forward.
Regulus’s laugh vanished.
James grinned, panting. “That’s what I thought.”
Regulus whined, head dropping, body shaking as James filled him slowly. Every small movement drew a sound out of him. A gasp. A soft cry. A breathy little, “Jamie,” that made James feel like his bones were melting.
James kept his pace torturously slow.
He slid in bit by bit, stopping whenever Regulus tightened too much, cooing at him, kissing him, murmuring filthy, adoring nonsense against his skin.
“So pretty,” James whispered. “So fucking pretty taking my cock.”
Regulus’s hips twitched back.
“That’s it, baby.”
“More.”
“I’m giving you more.”
“Too slow.”
“You told me to fill you.”
Regulus’s breath caught.
James smiled against his shoulder.
“I’m filling you, aren’t I?”
Regulus whimpered.
James pushed in another inch.
Regulus’s body jolted.
“Yes,” he gasped.
James’s control cracked a little more.
“Yes, what?”
Regulus clung to the rail, panting. “Yes, Daddy.”
James groaned, low and helpless, and had to stop again.
Regulus gave a shaky laugh.
James bit his shoulder gently.
“You are dangerous.”
“You like it.”
“I love it.”
“Then move.”
James’s hands slid over him, one to his stomach, one to his hip. He pulled Regulus back as he pushed forward, slow and steady, until the last of him sank in.
Regulus’s voice broke.
He squealed, then whined, body pressing back hard against James as if he could take him even deeper.
James went completely still.
Bottomed out.
Buried in him.
His forehead dropped to Regulus’s back, his breath coming in ragged bursts.
Regulus trembled beneath him.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
The shower thundered over them, water rushing down James’s spine, dripping from Regulus’s elbows, running along the rail where his fingers gripped tight enough to ache. Steam wrapped around them, thick and white and hot.
James’s arms came fully around Regulus from behind, holding him steady, holding him close.
Regulus panted, eyes half shut.
James kissed the back of his shoulder.
“There,” he whispered, voice rough with awe. “Fuck, there.”
Regulus whined softly and rocked back by the smallest amount.
James groaned.
“Reggie.”
Regulus smiled, breathless and ruined.
“You’re inside me.”
James laughed once, broken. “I noticed.”
“You finally did it.”
“I did.”
“Neglectful boyfriend fixed it.”
James kissed his neck. “Barely?”
Regulus’s mouth curved.
He shifted back again, just enough to make them both gasp.
“Barely,” he whispered.
James’s hand slid down to his hip.
His smile pressed hot against Regulus’s skin.
James stayed buried inside him for one long, trembling moment.
He had to.
Regulus could feel it in the way James held himself still, muscles locked tight behind him, breath coming hard against the wet curve of his shoulder. He could feel it in the fingers gripping his hip, in the way James’s other arm had hooked around his waist as though Regulus might vanish if he didn’t keep him there. James was trying to be good. Trying to be patient. Trying to breathe through the feeling of being inside him.
Regulus, naturally, had no intention of letting him be patient.
He shifted back.
Barely.
Just enough.
James hissed through his teeth.
“Reggie.”
Regulus’s fingers tightened around the rail. His cheek was nearly against his forearm, hair soaked and clinging to his face, water running down his spine and over James’s hand where it held him. His knees felt weak already, but there was something bright and greedy under his skin, something that had been waiting since last night, since James had fallen asleep beside him with no idea what Regulus had wanted.
Now James knew.
Now James was inside him.
And he was still moving too slowly.
Regulus pushed back again.
James groaned, low and warning.
“Baby.”
Regulus smiled into the steam. “What?”
“You know what.”
“I’m not doing anything.”
“You’re clenching around my cock like you want me dead.”
Regulus’s smile widened. “Maybe I do.”
James gave a short, broken laugh. “Mean.”
“Neglectful.”
James’s grip tightened.
Regulus felt the change before James moved.
That tiny pause.
That held breath.
That moment where James decided whether to keep pretending he had control.
Then James took a deep breath.
Regulus heard it over the water.
James drew back slowly.
Regulus’s mouth fell open at the drag of him, thick and deep and maddening as he pulled out almost all the way. His body chased after him instinctively, hips trying to rock back, but James held him by the waist and kept him exactly where he wanted him.
“Jamie,” Regulus whined.
James smiled against his shoulder.
“Already?”
Regulus’s cheeks flushed hotter than the water.
James pushed back in slowly.
Too slowly.
Regulus gasped, fingers slipping slightly on the rail before catching again.
“There,” James murmured. “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”
Regulus swallowed a broken sound. “Yes.”
James pulled back again, just as slow.
Regulus shuddered.
“And this?”
“James.”
James pushed in, slow enough that Regulus felt every inch, every impossible stretch, every thick slide of him filling him again until his hips were flush against Regulus’s ass.
James exhaled shakily.
Regulus’s head dropped forward.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
James pressed a kiss to the top of his spine. “Thought you wanted my cock.”
“I do.”
“Then take it.”
Regulus whined.
James started moving.
At first, it was slow.
Torturously slow.
Each thrust was deep and deliberate, James drawing out just to press back in again, making Regulus feel every second of it. The water beat down over them, the rail slick beneath Regulus’s hands, steam clinging to the glass until the whole world became heat and James and the sharp little sounds Regulus could not stop making.
James found a rhythm, steady and controlled.
Regulus hated it.
Regulus loved it.
He arched back into every thrust, trying to force more, trying to make James lose that infuriating patience. His thighs trembled. His fingers clenched around the rail. His mouth stayed open, soft noises spilling out of him each time James filled him again.
James noticed.
He always noticed.
“Listen to you,” James murmured, voice low and smug behind him. “So needy now.”
Regulus shook his head, but it was pointless.
James laughed softly.
“No? You’re not needy?”
Regulus whined when James slowed, holding himself deep, grinding in just enough to make Regulus’s knees go weak.
“Jamie.”
“There it is.”
“Please.”
James’s hand slid up his back, palm spreading between his shoulder blades, keeping him bent forward.
“Please what?”
Regulus’s breath broke. “Move.”
“I am moving.”
“Properly.”
James grinned.
Regulus could feel it without even seeing him.
“Properly?” James repeated.
“Yes.”
“Greedy.”
“You’re being slow.”
“I’m being nice.”
“I don’t want nice.”
James went still.
Regulus’s pulse slammed.
Behind him, James’s breathing changed again.
Deeper.
Rougher.
Regulus’s fingers tightened on the rail.
James leaned over him, chest pressing to his back, mouth right beside his ear.
“No?” he asked softly.
Regulus shivered.
“No.”
James’s hand moved from his back to his hip.
His grip was firm enough to make Regulus’s breath catch.
“You sure about that?”
Regulus nodded quickly.
James clicked his tongue.
“Words.”
Regulus’s voice came out thin. “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
Regulus swallowed. “I’m sure.”
James kissed his shoulder, almost sweet.
Then he pulled back and thrust into him hard enough that Regulus squealed.
The sound bounced off the tile, swallowed by the roar of the shower.
James groaned.
“There we go.”
Regulus barely had time to breathe before James did it again.
Harder.
Deeper.
The slow rhythm shattered.
James fucked him properly.
Hard and fast and deep, no more careful little drags, no more patient teasing, no more pretending he was not completely gone for the way Regulus sounded bent over beneath him. His hips snapped forward, driving into Regulus with enough force to make Regulus cling to the rail and cry out, his whole body jolting with it.
“Jamie!”
James laughed, breathless and mean.
“Oh, now it’s Jamie?”
Regulus tried to answer.
James hit deep again, and the words broke apart into a high, helpless whine.
“That’s what I thought,” James said.
Regulus’s head dropped, water running over his face, mouth open around little gasps and squeals he could not swallow down. James had one hand locked on his hip and the other braced near his shoulder, caging him in without pinning him, giving him all the room he needed to hold on and none of the room he needed to escape the force of it.
Not that Regulus wanted to escape.
He wanted more.
He wanted exactly this.
James knew it.
James always knew it.
“You were so smug earlier,” James huffed, fucking into him hard enough to make Regulus’s thighs shake. “Giving me a show. Acting like you were in charge.”
Regulus whimpered.
James’s grin sharpened.
“What happened to that, hm?”
Regulus’s breath hitched.
“What happened to my smug little brat?”
“Jamie—”
James thrust deep and stayed there for half a second, grinding in until Regulus cried out.
“No, no,” James mocked softly. “Don’t Jamie me now. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
Regulus nodded, frantic.
James pulled back and snapped his hips forward again.
“Words.”
“Yes!”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I wanted it!”
James groaned.
Regulus pushed back into him, desperate now, unable to stay still, unable to do anything but meet every thrust with a broken little sound. His earlier sharpness was dissolving fast, pride melting under the heat of James’s body and the ruthless pace of his cock.
James loved him like this.
He loved Regulus every way there was to love him: cool and collected, scathing and elegant, sleepy and soft in James’s shirts, precise in the kitchen, silent with his books, dry-mouthed and cutting when the world annoyed him. But this version, this trembling, whining, undone Regulus, belonged to James in a way that made something possessive and reverent twist together in his chest.
No one else got him like this.
No one else saw the way Regulus broke open when he trusted someone enough to let go.
No one else got his claws filed down into clutching hands, his sharp tongue turned into pleading, his proud little chin dropped as he cried for more.
Only James.
Only here.
Only because Regulus trusted him enough to fall apart.
So James stayed mean.
Because Regulus wanted him mean.
Because Regulus melted for it.
Because every mocking word made him clench tighter, whine sweeter, push back harder.
“Look at you,” James breathed, voice rough with awe and hunger. “Can’t even talk properly now.”
Regulus made a broken sound.
James’s hand slid from his hip around to his stomach, pulling him back into each thrust.
“You wanted me to fuck that mouth right out of you, didn’t you?”
Regulus nodded helplessly.
James laughed, low and wrecked. “Of course you did.”
“Jamie,” Regulus whined, the name stretched thin and desperate.
“What?”
Regulus tried to speak.
He really did.
But James kept fucking him, hard and deep, and every thought scattered before it could become language.
“I—ah—fuck, Jamie, please—”
“Please what?”
Regulus wailed softly, frustrated, overwhelmed, trying to rock back and hold himself upright at the same time. “Please, please, please—”
James grinned.
“That’s not an answer.”
Regulus hiccuped on a sobbing little breath.
James’s cock hit deep again.
Regulus squealed.
“There,” James said. “That was better.”
Regulus’s mouth was open, panting, sounds spilling out without shape now. Whines, cries, broken fragments of James’s name. The water kept pouring over him, making him slick, making his hands slide on the rail, making James’s grip the only thing that kept him exactly where he needed to be.
“Big,” Regulus choked out suddenly.
James’s hips faltered.
Only for a second.
Regulus whined again, head dropping lower.
“So big, Jamie, fuck, you’re so big—”
James groaned.
“Yeah?”
Regulus nodded, frantic. “So big. So thick. Feels—feels so full, I’m so full—”
James’s eyes nearly rolled back.
“Fuck, baby.”
Regulus’s voice broke into a sweet, ruined little cry. “Love it. Love your cock, Jamie, I love it so much.”
James swore and snapped his hips harder.
Regulus cried out.
“You love it?” James mocked, breathless, even as his hand on Regulus’s stomach turned gentler for half a second. “You love being fucked like this?”
“Yes!”
“Course you do.”
“Yes, yes, I do, I do—”
“My pretty boy loves my cock.”
Regulus made a wrecked noise and nodded, drool catching at the corner of his mouth before the shower washed it away. He was too far gone to be embarrassed, too deep in it, body trembling and mind gone hazy with want. His words came tumbling now, messy and sweet and shameless.
“Love you,” he babbled. “Love you, Jamie, love you so much, love your cock, love when you fuck me, love when you’re—when you’re mean, fuck, please, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop—”
James’s face twisted with the effort of keeping himself together.
“Reggie.”
Regulus whined.
“Listen to yourself.”
Regulus shook his head, but another hiccuping little cry broke out of him when James kept pounding into him.
“No?” James said, cruel and fond all at once. “You don’t want to hear how pretty you sound when you’re being fucked stupid?”
Regulus sobbed his name.
James groaned.
“Yeah, that’s it,” James breathed. “There’s my baby.”
Regulus clung to the rail with both hands now, trembling so hard James slid an arm around his waist again to keep him steady. It only made it worse. Being held up by him. Being kept there. Being bent forward and fucked while James’s body covered him from behind, all muscle and heat and smug, filthy devotion.
Regulus broke.
Not all at once.
It happened in pieces.
First his words stopped making sense.
Then his knees shook.
Then his head dropped, and the proud line of his spine softened, and his breath turned into helpless little hiccuping sobs between whines.
James felt it happen and almost lost himself to it.
“There,” he cooed, still mean, still breathless, still moving hard enough to make Regulus cry out. “There he is.”
Regulus wailed.
James grinned like he was ruined by it.
“Poor thing,” James mocked. “Too much?”
Regulus shook his head violently.
“No?” James thrust deep and held there, grinding against him. “Not too much?”
Regulus’s answer came out as a messy, wet little sob. “No, no, Jamie, please—”
“Please what?”
“More.”
James cursed.
Regulus hiccuped, then babbled, “More, please, want more, want all of it, want you, want your cock, Jamie, please, please, please—”
James pulled back and fucked into him again.
Regulus sobbed in relief.
“Greedy,” James said.
“Yes.”
“So greedy for me.”
“Yes.”
“You’d take anything I gave you right now, wouldn’t you?”
Regulus’s brain supplied no cleverness, no bite, no proud little retort.
Only honesty.
“Yes.”
James’s breath caught.
Regulus whined again, shaking beneath him.
“Yes, Jamie, yes, I would, I’ll be good, I’ll be so good, please—”
James groaned and bent over him fully, pressing his mouth to the side of Regulus’s face, his wet curls falling against Regulus’s temple.
“You are good,” James said, voice rougher now. “You’re so good for me.”
Regulus made a small, broken sound.
James’s meanness came back immediately, because that softness had struck too deep and Regulus had tightened around him like he was going to come apart from praise alone.
“Even if you’re a brat,” James added, snapping his hips forward again. “Even if you tease me all morning and make me fall off the bed.”
Regulus choked on something like a laugh and a sob.
James grinned.
“There’s my brat.”
Regulus whimpered. “Your brat.”
“My brat,” James agreed, voice darkening. “My pretty, spoiled, needy little brat.”
Regulus nodded into his forearm, crying openly now, overwhelmed and sweet and submissive in a way that made James’s chest ache even as his hips kept driving hard and fast.
“Yours,” Regulus babbled. “Yours, Jamie, yours, all yours, fuck—”
James’s hand tightened on his waist.
“Say that again.”
Regulus could barely breathe.
“Yours.”
Again.
Harder.
“Again.”
“Yours, I’m yours, Jamie, please, I’m yours—”
James swore, filthy and helpless, and kept fucking him like that, deep and rough and relentless, the sound of water and skin and Regulus’s broken cries filling the shower.
Regulus was drooling a little now, too overwhelmed to care, too lost to do anything but cling and take it and sob out little pieces of nonsense.
“So full,” he whimpered. “So full, Jamie, fuck, can feel you so deep, you’re so deep, please, please—”
“You wanted full,” James mocked, panting. “You begged me to fill you.”
“I did.”
“You asked so sweetly.”
Regulus whined.
“Shaking your ass at me like a slut.”
Regulus sobbed.
James’s eyes flashed, checking him without stopping, reading the way his body reacted, the way his hips pushed back harder, the way his voice broke around another desperate yes.
“There it is,” James said, smug and breathless. “You like when I call you that too.”
Regulus nodded, ruined. “Yes.”
“Of course you do.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
James snapped forward hard enough that Regulus cried out.
The word tore through him.
It always did.
James laughed, low and dangerous, and kissed the back of Regulus’s neck.
“You’re trying to kill me.”
Regulus hiccuped. “Want you.”
“You have me.”
“Want more.”
“You always want more.”
“From you.”
James went rougher.
Regulus wailed.
James’s control was hanging by threads now, but he kept the pace because Regulus kept begging for it, kept crying for it, kept meeting him as much as his shaking body allowed. He was gorgeous like this, wrecked beyond dignity, all sweetness and tears and want, trusting James with every broken piece of himself.
James loved it.
He loved him.
He loved that Regulus could be sharp enough to cut the world open and still fold like this under James’s hands because he chose to. Because he wanted to. Because he trusted James not to take what he hadn’t been given and trusted him enough to give so much.
The thought almost softened him again.
Regulus solved that by sobbing, “Harder.”
James laughed outright.
“Harder?”
Regulus nodded desperately. “Please.”
“You’re already crying.”
“I know.”
“And you want harder?”
“Yes.”
James’s grin was all teeth.
“Greedy little thing.”
Regulus whined. “Yours.”
James’s heart slammed.
Then he gave him what he asked for.
Regulus cried out so loudly James had to wrap one arm tighter around his waist to keep him from slipping. His other hand came down over Regulus’s on the rail, covering it, anchoring him, holding him as James fucked him with the rough, punishing rhythm Regulus had been begging for all morning.
The shower filled with Regulus’s voice.
Not words anymore.
Not mostly.
Just sound.
Whines and squeals and hiccuping cries, James’s name splitting open in his mouth again and again, little broken pleas that dissolved the second James drove into him.
James talked over them, breathless and mean and utterly ruined.
“Good boy.”
Regulus sobbed.
“Taking it so well.”
Another wail.
“Look at you. Couldn’t even wait until after breakfast, could you?”
Regulus shook his head.
“No, of course not.”
“Jamie—”
“My needy baby needed my cock first thing in the morning.”
“Yes.”
“Had to drag me into the shower for it.”
“Yes, yes—”
“Had to bend over and beg me.”
Regulus was crying too hard to answer properly.
James grinned and fucked him through it.
“Poor thing,” he cooed. “All fucked out already.”
Regulus hiccuped. “No.”
“No?”
“No, please, no, don’t stop—”
“I didn’t say I was stopping.”
Regulus nearly sobbed in relief.
James kissed his shoulder, wet and rough and smiling.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
James did not stop.
He did not even slow.
If anything, the moment Regulus sobbed that last desperate please, something in James went darker, rougher, meaner in a way that made Regulus’s whole body melt beneath him.
The shower was thunder around them, heat and steam and water hitting tile, pouring over their joined bodies, making Regulus slick enough that James had to hold him tight to keep him exactly where he wanted him. One of Regulus’s hands was still trapped beneath James’s on the rail, fingers trembling under his grip. The other had slipped, palm flat to the wall, nails scraping uselessly against wet tile every time James drove into him.
James bent over him, chest almost flush to Regulus’s back, mouth at his ear.
“You hear yourself?” James growled.
Regulus’s breath broke.
“Daddy—”
James’s hips snapped forward.
Regulus squealed.
“That’s all you can say now?”
Regulus nodded frantically, then shook his head, then made a helpless, hiccuping little sound because he did not know which answer James wanted and did not have enough brain left to choose.
James laughed, low and cruel and utterly gone.
“Poor thing,” he mocked. “I fucked all the clever out of you.”
Regulus whined so sweetly James nearly lost the rhythm.
Nearly.
“Daddy, please—”
“Please what?”
Regulus tried to answer.
James fucked him harder.
The answer turned into a wail.
James grinned against his shoulder, teeth dragging over wet skin. He loved it when Regulus got like this, when that sharp tongue turned soft and useless, when every elegant, cutting little thought dissolved into whining and pleading and his name. He loved that no one else got this. No one else saw Regulus come apart like this. No one else was trusted with this soft, trembling ruin of him.
And Regulus did trust him.
That was what made James worse.
That was what made him meaner.
Because Regulus loved it when James was mean and James loved knowing exactly how mean he could be before Regulus shattered into something sweeter.
“Look at you,” James growled, fucking into him deep enough that Regulus’s mouth fell open uselessly. “Bent over in the shower, crying on my cock first thing in the morning.”
Regulus’s knees trembled.
James’s arm tightened around his waist.
“Needy little thing.”
Regulus sobbed. “Daddy.”
James groaned.
Every time Regulus said it, James felt it straight through his spine. It tore through whatever restraint he had left and left only heat behind. Possession. Hunger. The smug, dizzying knowledge that Regulus was underneath him, taking him, begging for him, calling him that because he knew exactly what it did to James.
“Say it again,” James ordered.
Regulus gasped as James thrust into him.
“Daddy.”
Again.
“Daddy.”
James’s hand left Regulus’s waist.
Regulus did not even have time to mourn the loss before James brought his palm down between Regulus’s thighs.
The slap against his pussy was quick, sharp, wet.
Regulus screamed.
James froze for half a second, not from hesitation but from pure, stunned delight at the way Regulus clenched around him.
“Oh,” James breathed.
Regulus was shaking.
His head had dropped forward, mouth open, water running over his face, little broken sounds spilling from him.
James’s grin turned filthy.
“Oh, you liked that.”
Regulus whined, hips jerking back.
James’s palm came down again.
Not hard enough to hurt too much. Never beyond what Regulus wanted. But sharp enough to make his body jolt, sharp enough to send a spark of sensation straight through him while James stayed buried deep inside him.
Regulus made a sound James had never heard before.
A squeal, a sob, a plea, all tangled together.
James’s eyes went dark.
“Fuck, Reggie.”
Regulus hiccuped. “Daddy, please—”
James spanked his pussy again.
Regulus nearly slipped.
James caught him immediately, strong arm locking around his middle, keeping him bent and safe and exactly where he was.
“There we go,” James growled. “I’ve got you.”
Regulus nodded helplessly.
James’s fingers replaced his palm, rubbing over Regulus’s clit in tight, slick circles while his hips kept moving, hard and fast and deep. The contrast made Regulus sob. The sting still echoed between his thighs, bright and hot, and then James’s fingers were there, rubbing it sweet, dragging pleasure out of him so viciously Regulus could barely breathe.
“Daddy,” he wailed.
James groaned. “That’s it. Cry for me.”
Regulus did.
He cried and whined and clung to the rail while James fucked him and rubbed him and mocked him for every broken sound.
“You’re so easy for me now,” James said, panting against his ear. “So fucking easy.”
Regulus shook his head, but there was no conviction in it.
James laughed.
“No? You’re not?”
He pulled his hand away.
Regulus whined in protest.
James slapped his pussy again.
Regulus’s body clenched around him so tightly James swore.
“There,” James growled. “That’s what I thought.”
“Daddy, fuck, please, please, please—”
“Please what, baby?”
Regulus could not answer.
James rubbed his clit again, fast and slick, fingers moving with the kind of merciless precision that came from years of knowing Regulus’s body better than his own. Regulus arched, sobbing, hips twitching between trying to escape the intensity and trying to push closer to it.
James knew this rhythm.
He had learned it early.
Before they had ever fallen into bed together, back when Regulus was still pretending he could talk about past partners like it meant nothing, he had told James in that cool, detached voice of his that most people had never been able to make him come. Not properly. Not reliably. Never the way he wanted. Never enough to undo him.
He had also said, dryly, almost dismissively, that he had never squirted.
James had heard that and taken it like a personal challenge handed down from the heavens.
The first time they fucked, James had made sure Regulus came so hard he cried into James’s shoulder.
Then James had made him squirt.
Regulus had looked furious about it afterwards, damp and dazed and utterly betrayed by his own body, while James lay beside him with the smugest expression any man had ever worn.
Since then, James had treated it like a matter of principle.
Every time.
No exceptions.
If James fucked him, Regulus squirted.
It had become a fact of their life together, as ordinary and inevitable as Regulus waking up early and James losing his glasses. James was smug about it in a way that should have been unbearable, except Regulus’s body had become so trained to him, so completely undone by James’s hands and mouth and cock, that sometimes it felt like James only had to look at him the right way and Regulus’s body remembered what came next.
James knew it.
James was insufferable about knowing it.
And now, with Regulus bent over the shower rail, sobbing on his cock and calling him Daddy, James could feel it building.
He could feel the change in him.
The frantic little tremors.
The way his thighs shook harder.
The way his pussy clenched around James’s cock, fluttering and tight and desperate.
The way his pleas lost their shape entirely.
James grinned against his neck.
“There it is.”
Regulus sobbed.
James rubbed his clit faster.
“There it fucking is.”
Regulus shook his head wildly, even as his hips pushed back, even as his body begged for it.
“Daddy, I can’t—”
“Yes, you can.”
“I can’t, I can’t—”
“You can.”
James slapped his pussy again, quick and sharp, then immediately rubbed his clit, soothing and cruel all at once.
Regulus screamed.
James groaned, fucking into him harder.
“That’s it,” he said, voice rough and commanding. “Come on, baby. Show me.”
Regulus wailed.
“Daddy—”
“Show me.”
Another quick slap.
Regulus’s body jolted.
James rubbed him again, relentless.
“Come on.”
Regulus was sobbing now, drooling, shaking, entirely gone beneath him. His cheek pressed against his arm, lashes wet, mouth open around broken little sounds. He was beautiful like this, ruined and trusting and obedient, his whole body answering James before his mind could catch up.
“Please,” Regulus blubbered. “Please, Daddy, please, fuck, please—”
James’s grin turned feral.
“Good boy.”
Regulus broke.
His whole body seized.
A high, broken cry tore out of him as he came, squirting hard beneath James’s hand, wetness spilling over his fingers and down with the shower water. Regulus shook so violently James had to hold him up, one arm locked around his waist while the other kept rubbing him through it, dragging every second out of him.
James watched, smug as sin and twice as pleased.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “There we go.”
Regulus sobbed, overwhelmed, hips twitching uselessly against him.
James did not stop fucking him.
He slowed only enough to keep him steady, still deep, still moving, still rubbing his clit with slick fingers as Regulus trembled and cried through the aftershocks.
“That’s my boy,” James cooed, mean and adoring. “That’s my perfect boy.”
Regulus whimpered.
James kissed his shoulder.
“So easy for me.”
Regulus shook.
“So good.”
“Daddy,” Regulus hiccuped.
James smiled against his skin.
“Yeah, baby?”
Regulus tried to speak.
Nothing came out but another broken little whine.
James laughed softly and snapped his hips forward again, making Regulus gasp.
“Already gone?”
Regulus nodded, crying.
“Poor thing. I made you squirt and now you can’t talk.”
Regulus whined louder.
James’s voice dropped, smug and filthy. “You never could before me, could you?”
Regulus sobbed.
James kissed behind his ear.
“Other people couldn’t even make you come properly.”
Regulus shook his head, too ruined to remember pride.
“No,” he whimpered.
“But I can.”
“Yes.”
“Every time.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
James groaned.
“Fuck, I love hearing that.”
Regulus’s hand slipped on the rail.
James caught it, covering his fingers again, pressing them firm against the metal.
“Hold on.”
Regulus did immediately.
James’s chest went hot.
“So obedient now.”
Regulus sobbed out a small, sweet sound.
James grinned.
“You love being told what to do when you’re like this.”
Regulus nodded.
“You love being good for me.”
Another nod.
“You love when I make you squirt on my cock.”
Regulus wailed, embarrassed and overwhelmed and still clenching around him.
James laughed, cruel enough to make Regulus shiver and fond enough to make him melt.
“Don’t hide now,” James murmured. “You were begging for it.”
Regulus hiccuped. “Wasn’t.”
James thrust deep.
Regulus cried out.
“Liar.”
Regulus sobbed.
“You begged me to fuck you. Begged me to fill you. Called me Daddy because you knew I’d lose my mind.”
Regulus’s voice came out tiny and broken. “Wanted you to.”
James’s rhythm faltered for half a second.
Then he groaned and pushed deeper, his arm tightening around Regulus’s trembling body.
“I know you did.”
Regulus sniffed, shaking beneath him. “Wanted you mean.”
James kissed his neck, teeth scraping softly after.
“You got me mean.”
“Want more.”
James actually laughed.
It came out wrecked.
“You just squirted all over my hand and you want more?”
Regulus nodded desperately.
James’s eyes darkened.
“Greedy.”
Regulus nodded again.
James’s cock twitched inside him.
Regulus felt it and whined.
James pressed his smile to Regulus’s shoulder.
“Fuck, baby, you’re going to ruin me.”
Regulus’s voice cracked. “Please.”
James pulled back slowly, making Regulus feel the drag of him again.
Regulus gasped.
Then James thrust back in hard.
Regulus cried out, oversensitive and still begging, and James slipped right back into that rough, punishing rhythm that made Regulus’s body go loose and obedient beneath him.
The shower pounded around them.
Regulus cried through it, sweet and wrecked.
James fucked him through it, smug and growling and mean.
“Again,” James said.
Regulus’s eyes widened, dazed.
“What?”
James rubbed his clit.
Regulus sobbed.
“I said again.”
Regulus shook his head even as his hips twitched back for him.
James grinned.
“Yes, again.”
“Daddy—”
“You can do it.”
“I can’t—”
“You can.”
Regulus sobbed harder.
James kissed his temple, voice dropping into something dark and tender beneath the cruelty.
“I know your body, baby.”
Regulus shivered.
James’s fingers moved faster.
“I know exactly what it does for me.”
Regulus’s head dropped.
James pushed deep.
“And it always does what I want.”
Regulus wailed.
James laughed softly against his wet hair.
“There you go,” he whispered. “That’s my good boy.”
James meant it when he said again.
Regulus learned that immediately.
He learned it in the merciless press of James’s fingers against his clit, in the way James kept fucking him through the trembling aftershocks of the first time, in the smug, growling laughter against his ear every time Regulus tried to say he couldn’t and his body proved him a liar.
James knew him too well.
That was the worst part.
The best part.
He knew exactly when Regulus was overwhelmed and exactly when overwhelmed meant stop, and exactly when overwhelmed meant more, more, please, Daddy, don’t stop. He knew the hitch in Regulus’s breath when he was close again. He knew the fluttering clench of his pussy around James’s cock. He knew the way Regulus’s shoulders shook, the way his hand went loose around the rail, the way his mouth opened before any sound came out.
And because James knew, he did not let up.
“Come on,” James growled, his voice low and rough beneath the thunder of the shower. “Again.”
Regulus shook his head, sobbing, even as his hips pushed back onto him.
James laughed.
“Liar.”
“Daddy,” Regulus wailed.
James’s fingers moved faster.
Regulus’s whole body jolted.
“There you go,” James cooed, mean and smug and breathless. “There’s my pretty boy.”
Regulus could not answer.
He could barely think.
Everything was James. James’s cock fucking into him hard and deep, James’s fingers rubbing his clit, James’s chest against his back, James’s arm around his waist keeping him upright when his knees had long since stopped doing their job properly. The shower water ran over them, down Regulus’s face, into his open mouth, over his trembling thighs. He was crying. He was whining. He was drooling a little against his own arm where his cheek had fallen near the rail.
James saw all of it.
James loved all of it.
“Fuck,” James muttered, staring down at him. “Look at you.”
Regulus whimpered.
“You’re gone.”
Regulus nodded because there was no use pretending otherwise.
James’s grin sharpened.
“All fucked stupid on my cock.”
Regulus clenched around him.
James groaned.
“Oh, you liked that.”
Regulus sobbed, “Daddy, please—”
“Please what?”
Regulus did not know.
He only knew he needed.
James snapped his hips forward, hit deep, rubbed his clit just right, and Regulus broke again with a broken cry that tore through his throat. His body seized beneath James’s, squirting over James’s hand and down into the spray, the shower swallowing the evidence almost as quickly as Regulus made the mess.
James groaned loudly.
“Fuck, that’s it.”
Regulus shook, helpless and gasping, his fingers slipping off the rail.
James caught him instantly.
“Hold on,” James ordered.
Regulus’s hand flew back to the rail without thought.
James’s breath caught.
“There we go,” he murmured. “So obedient now.”
Regulus whined, face hot, body still trembling from the second orgasm ripping through him.
James kissed the side of his head.
“Good boy.”
Regulus sobbed.
James fucked him through it.
He slowed only enough to keep Regulus from collapsing completely, but he did not stop. He stayed deep, rolling his hips, dragging his cock through the tight, fluttering heat of Regulus’s pussy while Regulus shivered and whined and tried to catch his breath.
“You said you wanted more,” James reminded him.
Regulus hiccuped.
“You did.”
“Daddy—”
“You begged for it.”
Regulus nodded weakly. “I did.”
“So you’ll take it.”
Another nod.
James’s voice went darker. “You’ll take what I give you.”
Regulus’s whole body went loose beneath him.
James felt it.
His groan was almost pained.
“Fuck, Reggie.”
Regulus pushed back, clumsy and desperate.
“Please.”
James laughed low in his throat. “You don’t even know what you’re asking for anymore.”
“Don’t care.”
“No?”
Regulus shook his head. “Want you.”
“You have me.”
“Want all.”
James’s hips faltered.
Regulus whined and pushed back again.
“Want everything,” he babbled, the words tumbling out messy and wet and desperate. “Want your cock, want you, want more, please, Daddy, please, please—”
James swore.
He braced one hand on the wall beside Regulus’s shoulder, the other staying between Regulus’s thighs, fingers rubbing through the slickness there, teasing his swollen clit again.
Regulus sobbed immediately.
“Too much?”
Regulus shook his head hard.
“No?”
“No, no, don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
James grinned, wrecked and smug.
“Greedy.”
“Yes.”
“You’ll cry for it and still beg for more.”
“Yes.”
“You’ll squirt all over my hand and still push back on my cock.”
Regulus wailed.
James’s fingers pressed just a little firmer.
Regulus’s thighs trembled violently.
“There it is again,” James said, voice rough with disbelief and pride. “You’re going to do it again, aren’t you?”
Regulus shook his head, sobbing, even as his pussy clenched hard around James.
James laughed.
“Baby.”
“I can’t.”
“You can.”
“I can’t, Daddy, I can’t—”
“You can,” James growled. “You always can for me.”
Regulus broke on the words.
The third time hit him harder.
His voice vanished for a second, mouth open around a silent cry before sound came back in a ruined wail. His body jerked against James’s hold, wetness spilling again, his pussy clenching and fluttering so hard James nearly lost himself right there.
James had to stop moving for half a breath.
He buried himself deep and stayed there, jaw clenched, eyes squeezed shut.
“Fuck.”
Regulus trembled beneath him, sobbing softly, completely boneless except for the hand still clinging to the rail because James had told him to hold on.
James looked down at it.
At Regulus’s fingers curled white-knuckled around the metal.
At his shaking thighs.
At the wet mess of him.
At the way Regulus still pushed back, even after all of that.
James’s smugness came back like a flood.
“There’s my boy,” he cooed.
Regulus whimpered.
“Three times already.”
Regulus whined as if the number itself embarrassed him.
James laughed softly and kissed his shoulder.
“Don’t get shy now. Not after begging Daddy to fuck you in the shower.”
Regulus hiccuped. “Mean.”
“You asked for mean.”
“Yes.”
“You like mean.”
“Yes.”
James rolled his hips again, slow and deep, and Regulus made a broken little noise.
James’s breath shuddered.
He was close now.
He could feel it gathering low in his spine, could feel the way every clench of Regulus’s pussy dragged him closer, every whine, every pleading little Daddy, every trembling push of Regulus’s hips back against him.
And Regulus knew.
Even fucked stupid, even crying and drooling and shaking, Regulus knew James.
He knew the change in his breathing.
The rougher edge to his groans.
The way his hips started to lose rhythm, going harder, less controlled, every thrust driven by need instead of teasing intention.
Regulus turned his face, cheek pressed to his arm, eyes wet and dark and desperate.
“Jamie.”
James groaned.
“Baby.”
Regulus clenched around him deliberately.
James’s hips stuttered.
“Oh, you little—”
Regulus smiled, ruined and sweet.
James thrust into him hard enough to make him squeal.
“You think you’re clever?”
Regulus shook his head. “No.”
“No?”
“Can’t think.”
James groaned, laughing breathlessly. “Yeah, I know.”
Regulus’s voice dropped into a whine. “You’re close.”
James went still for a fraction of a second.
Regulus heard his breath catch and whimpered, pushing back again.
“You are,” he babbled. “You’re close, Daddy, I can feel it, please, please—”
James’s hand tightened on his hip.
“What are you begging for now?”
Regulus’s mouth opened.
For a moment nothing came out but a whine.
James leaned over him, voice rough and teasing.
“Go on. Say it.”
Regulus’s whole body trembled.
“Come inside.”
James froze.
The shower roared.
Regulus pushed back, needy and shaking, like he could force James deeper just by wanting it enough.
“Reggie.”
“Please,” Regulus whined. “Please, Daddy, come inside me.”
James’s eyes went dark behind his fogged glasses.
“You want that?”
Regulus nodded quickly, frantically.
James’s voice dropped. “Use your words.”
“Yes,” Regulus gasped. “Yes, I want it.”
James groaned and pressed his forehead to Regulus’s shoulder.
Regulus kept going, too far gone to be ashamed, too desperate to stop.
“Want you to fill me,” he babbled. “Want you to come in my pussy, please, Daddy, please, I want it, want it so bad—”
James’s breath was ragged.
Regulus turned his face a little more, wet lashes clinging together, mouth soft and open and ruined.
“I’m not on birth control.”
James stopped breathing.
Regulus felt it.
Felt James’s entire body lock behind him.
Then James groaned so loudly it almost sounded like pain.
“Fuck.”
Regulus clenched around him again.
James’s control cracked clean down the middle.
“Fuck, Reggie.”
Regulus sobbed, “Please.”
James’s hips snapped forward.
Regulus cried out.
“You know what that does to me,” James growled.
“Yes.”
“You know exactly what that does to me.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
James made a ruined sound and started fucking him again, hard and deep, each thrust heavier than the last, every inch of him driving into Regulus like he had lost the ability to do anything else.
Regulus wailed.
“Please, please, fill me, please—”
James’s hand came down over Regulus’s stomach, pulling him back, holding him there.
“You want me to fill this pretty pussy?”
Regulus sobbed, nodding.
“With no birth control?”
“Yes.”
James groaned, hips faltering.
“You want me to come deep inside you?”
“Yes, Daddy, yes, please—”
“So fucking needy,” James growled.
Regulus cried out.
“So desperate for it.”
“Yes.”
“You want me to put a baby in you that badly?”
Regulus broke into a whine so sweet James almost came from the sound alone.
“Yes, yes, fuck, please—”
James lost it.
Completely.
His hips slammed forward once, twice, then he buried himself as deep as he could, cock pulsing inside Regulus’s pussy as he came with a broken groan against Regulus’s back.
Regulus cried out at the feeling.
James held him tight, one arm around his waist, the other splayed over his stomach, keeping him pressed back against him while he came deep inside him. It felt endless, hot and thick and overwhelming, James shaking behind him as he filled him, groaning into his wet skin, his whole body shuddering with every pulse.
Regulus sobbed his name.
James could barely hear anything through the blood rushing in his ears.
“Fuck,” James gasped. “Fuck, baby.”
Regulus’s thighs shook.
James stayed buried in him, panting, still coming, still filling him, until Regulus was whining softly beneath him, oversensitive and trembling and utterly wrecked.
When James finally stilled, he did not move right away.
Neither of them did.
The shower washed over them.
Regulus hung forward against the rail, chest heaving, cheek pressed to his arm, eyes half shut. James stayed folded over him from behind, breathing hard against his neck, cock still buried inside him, arms locked around him like he had forgotten how to let go.
Regulus made a tiny sound when James shifted.
James kissed his shoulder.
“I know.”
Regulus’s lips parted.
James slowly pulled out.
Regulus whined immediately.
“No.”
James paused. “Baby?”
Regulus shook his head, frantic and exhausted all at once. “No, don’t—”
James pulled free despite himself, because his body was still shaking and the angle was becoming impossible, and Regulus cried out at the loss like it had hurt his feelings more than his body.
James exhaled, wrecked.
Then he looked down.
His own come was already leaking out of Regulus’s pussy.
James went still.
The sight hit him straight in the chest, low in the stomach, everywhere at once. Regulus bent forward under the water, trembling, used and full and still leaking because James had come so much there was no way for his body to hold all of it.
James’s mouth curved.
Slow.
Smug.
Devastated.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
Regulus whined, hips twitching back as though seeking him again.
James’s fingers slid between his thighs.
Regulus shuddered.
James watched the come leak down, mixing with shower water, then pressed two fingers to his pussy and pushed some of it back in.
Regulus sobbed.
“Oh, baby,” James cooed.
Regulus’s hand slipped on the rail.
James caught him at once, one arm hooking around his waist to keep him upright while his fingers stayed between his thighs, slow and filthy and possessive.
“You’re leaking.”
Regulus whimpered.
James smiled wider.
“I filled you up so much and you’re still leaking.”
Regulus’s voice came out broken. “Jamie.”
James pushed his fingers in a little deeper, pressing his come back inside him.
Regulus shook.
“There,” James murmured. “Can’t waste it, can we?”
Regulus sobbed and pushed back against his hand.
James’s brows lifted.
“Oh?”
Regulus whined, desperate again, as if James had not just ruined him, as if he had not come and squirted until his legs trembled, as if he had not begged James to come inside him and gotten exactly what he asked for.
“More,” Regulus whispered.
James laughed, startled and breathless.
“More?”
Regulus nodded, frantic.
James curled his fingers gently inside him.
Regulus gasped.
“You can barely stand.”
“Don’t care.”
James kissed the back of his neck. “Greedy.”
Regulus sniffed, still shaking. “Want to be full.”
James’s hand stilled.
Regulus’s voice broke softer, needier, pouring out of him now that he had already been wrecked past the point of pride.
“Want to be full today.”
James’s breath caught.
Regulus pushed back onto his fingers, whining.
“All day,” he pleaded. “Please, Jamie. All day.”
James groaned quietly.
Regulus kept going, babbling, sweet and desperate and obedient.
“Want you inside me all day. Don’t want to be empty. Please, Daddy, please, I just want to be full. Want your cock, want your come, want you to fill me again, please—”
James shut his eyes.
He had only just come and somehow Regulus was already tearing him apart again.
“You’re unbelievable.”
Regulus nodded. “Yours.”
James’s eyes opened.
Regulus trembled, bent forward beneath him, still leaking around James’s fingers, still begging.
“Any way you want,” Regulus whispered. “Anywhere you want. Please. I’ll be good.”
James’s jaw tightened.
Regulus’s voice was raw now, wrecked from crying and pleading, but he did not stop.
“Want your big thick cock filling me all day, Jamie. Please. Please, Daddy. I’ll take it. I’ll take anything you want. Just don’t leave me empty.”
James groaned, pressing his forehead to Regulus’s back.
“You’re going to kill me.”
Regulus shook his head. “No.”
“No?”
“You like it.”
James laughed, dark and breathless, mouth dragging over Regulus’s wet shoulder.
“I fucking love it.”
Regulus whimpered.
James’s fingers moved again, slow, pushing more of his come back into Regulus’s pussy.
Regulus sobbed softly.
“There,” James cooed. “That’s what you wanted?”
Regulus nodded.
“Full?”
“Yes.”
James kissed him, anywhere he could reach, his shoulder, his spine, the back of his neck.
“My spoiled baby.”
Regulus whined.
“You get my cock once and you’re already begging for it again.”
“Yes.”
“You get filled up and all you can think about is staying full.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
James’s groan was ruined.
His fingers slid free just enough to watch more of his come spill out.
Regulus made a wounded sound.
James smiled, smug as sin.
“Oh, don’t cry.”
Regulus whined, turning his face against his arm.
James pressed it back in again with two fingers.
Regulus’s whole body shuddered.
“There you go,” James murmured. “I’ve got you.”
Regulus sniffed. “Don’t leave me empty.”
James’s expression softened for half a second, only half, because the other half of him was still too smug, too hungry, too obsessed with the sight of Regulus fucked open and leaking his come in their shower.
“I won’t,” James said.
Regulus’s breath hitched.
James leaned over him, voice low against his ear.
“But if you want to stay full all day, you’re going to have to behave.”
Regulus nodded immediately.
James grinned.
“Look at that. So obedient when you’re dripping with me.”
Regulus whimpered. “I’ll behave.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
James pushed his fingers in one last time, slow and possessive, making Regulus gasp.
“Good,” James murmured. “Because I’m not done filling you.”
Regulus sobbed with relief.
James kissed his temple.
“Not even close.”