Hello everyone! I just wanted to start by saying thank you to everyone who has participated in the fest, whether that's by posting something or by sharing/liking the posts! I hope this made James's birthday just a little bit sweeter for you!
The deadline has been met and you can now scroll through this blog to see each and every wonderful addition to the fest!
You can also access all of the works by clicking here or here: https://www.tumblr.com/croptopjames/tagged/croptopjamesfest%20submission !
Wishing you all a lovely day, have fun scrolling through all of the posts and don't forget to show your love and support to all of the lovely works!!
Hello everyone! It is finally July, which means that it is officially fest month!
So this is just a quick little post to remind you of what the fest is about, how it works etc.!
First things first!
What is the Tiny Shorts Reg Fest?
The Tiny Shorts Reg Fest is a fest for authors, artists and any other kinds of creatives who want to celebrate Regulus Black! We will be doing this by contributing art, writing, or any other creative work involving Regulus Black in tiny shorts to the hashtag #tinyshortsregfest.
How does it work?
The idea is that everyone who wants to contribute posts their post here (or to art or fic sites like ao3 but make a post here with a link to the site youâve chosen to post on) with the hashtag #tinyshortsregfest and a tag to this blog and once the fest is over everything will be reblogged onto this sideblog so that we can use it as an archive / gallery to see everyone's works:)
You will have until July 30th, within your own timezone, to post your work before they start being reposted onto this blog.
Rules
There are very little rules here. Just make sure to tag your works properly (nsfw, dead dove etc.), be kind to and supportive of each other, follow the instructions and we should be fine:) Of course if youâre under 18 please do not write/draw/create anything NSFW.
There's no word limit, no limit to how much art you can make etc etc. so this is all very lowkey and chill. You could draw a stick figure thatâs drowning in tiny shorts and it would be fine!! Just please do not forget to tag your post with #tinyshortsregfest AND tag this blog in the post as well!! If you do not tag the post with this blog it will not show up in the notifications and your post wonât be reblogged simply because it wasnât seen! So please make sure to tag properly!
TLDR
If you want to participate in the fest all you have to do is make something that involves Regulus Black and tiny shorts and make sure to tag your post with #tinyshortsregfest and this blog:))
Now, because I've gotten this question on my personal blog before I thought I'd answer it here:
When can we post?
You can post all throughout July! However, the deadline will be July 30th, which is the date that the posts will be reblogged onto this blog and put into a masterlist post. I do recommend not posting until either that day or a couple of days before if you don't want to wait an entire month for it to be reblogged here but it is absolutely up to you when you wish to post it. Just remember to tag this blog with an @ as well as tagging it with #tinyshortsregfest so that it will be visible in the notifications when it's time to reblog it to this blog.
That is all! If you have any questions please feel free to send them here or to my personal blog @messrsage !!
hope youâre all doing well! while we wait for jamesâs next birthday to come to get some more crop top james content i wanted to let you know that thereâs currently a jegulus big bang fest happening over at @jegbigbang if youâre interested in writing/reading/drawing anything jegulus-related! as someone who is involved in the project i can guarantee you that itâs going to be fun!
furthermore the sequel to the crop top james fest is happening over at @tinyshortsreg where weâre at the end of july going to be doing the same thing we did here only with reg in tiny shorts!
(and if you want to look even further ahead thereâs also going to be a @siriusinaskirt fest for siriusâs birthday and a @remusweater fest for remusâs birthday too!)
You can tell I gave up by the time I had to draw a face. This is my first digital drawing ever, (I have fingers, a phone and a dream) so thoughts, prayers and criticism is welcome (Please). Happy Birthday Jamesies.
@croptopjames happy bday jfp <3 989 words, NSFW but ends before anything explicit!
Regulus thought he might die, honestly.
This couldnât be allowed. It was surely against the rules. Regulus wasnât exactly sure what rules could possibly be being broken (Laws against public indecency, maybe?), but somebody had to stop James Potter.
He knew exactly what he was doing, too. Chest puffed out, arms crossed, and leaning against the wall all while idly rolling his wrist, the red cup in his hand moving in circles. Regulus couldnât see into the cup, but assuming it wasnât yet empty of beer, he thought the liquid sloshing around inside was likely reminiscent of the feeling inside his stomach. His smile too, of course, betrayed his self-satisfaction. The glint in his eyes said that he knew just how much he was affecting the other party-goers.
Regulus huffed over the manâs ridiculously large ego and tried not to think about how, in that moment, he was the perfect example to prove it justified.
And he definitely wasnât thinking about the strip of brown skin between the top of his jeans and the hem of his shirt, which was much too small for him. The skin that was covered by it was only barely less inappropriate, as he may as well have not been wearing a shirt at all with how tightly it clung to the contours of his defined torso.
He looks ridiculous, Regulus thought, like heâs wearing a kidâs t-shirt. He ignored the contrasting reaction his body seemed to be insisting on, but still couldnât bring himself to tear his eyes away.
âJesus christ, mate, try not to drool.â Barty said from beside him. Regulus scowled but didnât look away. âIâve seriously never seen you look this desperate. Iâm a bit worried youâll combust.â
âShut up.â He replied through gritted teeth. Barty just sighed and pet him on the back.
âAlright, whatever, Iâm gonna go see if Dorcas has found anything stronger yet. Have fun with your ogling.â
Regulus didnât bother answering, instead taking a sip of the drink heâd been nursing for a while now. He wasnât exactly sure what was in it, but Pandora made it, so he wasnât worried. Any other of his friends and he wouldnât have dared touch it.
James had been talking to people most of the night, and had only been on his own for a few minutes. Regulus had watched him as he watched everyone else, had been watching him all night, really, but appreciated that he was standing still now. He swore that the man couldnât stay in one spot for more than thirty seconds.
He doesnât know why he felt caught out, then, when James' eyes finally wandered over to him, smirk widening to find Regulusâ eyes already trained intently on him. He wasnât exactly being subtle, and James had been watching all around the room, of course heâd look his way eventually. If his brain hadnât been occupied with⊠other details and heâd thought about it, he wouldâve expected it.
He wouldnât have expected James to then push off the wall and start walking towards him, though.
âHey Reg,â He said once he was close enough to be heard over the music blasting around them. God, he looked so full of himself. Disgustingly pleased. It made Regulusâ blood burn.
âPotter,â Regulus raised an eyebrow.
âDonât take that tone with me after I caught you staring.â James wasnât that much taller than Regulus, but the handful of inches between them meant he looked down at him speaking to him. It definitely did not make Regulusâ stomach flood with butterflies.
âI was simply astounded by your ridiculous attire. I donât quite know what you were going for there, but itâs a bit of a trainwreck.â
âYâknow itâs useless lying to me, baby. Itâs written all over your face what youâre really thinking.â God, his voice was good. Deeper than usual, and thick and sweet as syrup. Did he call him baby?
âAnd what exactly, would you say, Iâm thinking?â Regulus narrowed his eyes, staring directly into Jamesâ own.
James free hand lifts to rest lightly on Regulusâ hip, just grazing the side of his waist. He tried to hide the way he sucked in a breath, but Jamesâ grin told him he was unsuccessful.
âSimilar to what I am, surely.â
Regulus swallowed hard. He wouldnât give in this easily. âWhat would Sirius think about you touching his little brother like this, hm?â
James just exhaled a laugh. âSirius isnât here right now.â His grip tightened slightly and he leant forward to murmur only inches away from his face, and Regulus couldnât resist how his eyes snapped down to watch the muscles both covered and uncovered by his shirt shifted. âDonât change the subject.â
Alright, maybe Regulus would give in that easily.
He swayed forward, suddenly, hands moving up to cup his face and pulling him into a kiss. Jamesâ lips reacted quickly, moving against his own, and his arm shifted around his waist to place his palm on his back. Jamesâ tongue slid against Regulusâ lips and he opened them without hesitation, groaning into his mouth as they hurried to escalate. The sound seemed to spur James on some more, and he started walking them both away, speaking words at a time between devouring Regulusâ mouth with his own. âCâmon, baby, the- fuck- bathroom, this way.â
Normally, Regulus mightâve challenged him for simply assuming heâd follow him into the bathroom, but he only nodded quickly and let James lead him away. Barty was right, he was acting like some common fucking whore. At this rate if they hadnât moved into the bathroom, James pushing him against the wall as soon as they were in, they really wouldâve been at risk of trouble for public indecency.
As James left his mouth, trailing hot kisses down his body as Regulus writhed above him, all he managed to say between quiet gasps and moans was âKeep- ah-, the shirt, on.â
my contribution to the @croptopjames fest is finally here!! happy (slightly belated) birthday to our favourite birthday boy!! here's a lil senate twink au scene!!
wc: 1490
tw: mildly nsfw mentions but no actual smut
It was payback for yesterday.
Regulus was sure that it was payback for yesterday.
There was no other explanation for why James Potter was standing in the middle of the office wearing what could only be described as a cutoff university sweatshirt â which provided Regulus with what was quite frankly an unholy sight â and grey sweatpants, sitting low on James's hips in a way that made Regulusâs mouth water and his teeth ache for something to bite into.Â
There was sweat dripping down the contouring muscles of James's stomach and clinging to his temples, where his curls had started sticking to him. The flush on his golden skin reminded Regulus of yesterday, when James had been on his knees with his face between Regulusâs thighs andâ
Oh God.Â
Regulus was screwed.Â
This had to be some kind of punishment for the red heartshaped lollipop he'd been sucking on all-throughout meetings yesterday.Â
At the time he remembers being pleased as he watched James become distracted by the sticky sweetness he was sucking on.Â
At the time he remembers being proud of how James's eyes went dark anytime they landed on him, of the way he subtly put a stack of documents in front of him, covering his crotch.Â
At the time he remembers hiding a smirk when James claimed he'd stay behind in the meeting room while everyone else left because he needed to discuss something privately with Regulus.Â
(And oh, did they discuss things.)
But now?
Oh, Regulus was definitely not smirking now.Â
âGood morning, mr. Black,â James says, sounding slightly out of breath. He reaches for the water bottle on his desk, holds it up and gulps down the water greedily, head bending back and leaving Regulus with an unobstructed view of James's throat.Â
Regulus stands there, unable to do anything other than watch as the water dribbles and makes little rivulets down his chin, over his skin and onto the crop top thatâs already half-drenched in what Regulus can only assume is sweat.Â
Heâs never wanted to put a crop top in his mouth before but suddenly itâs the only thing he can think about.Â
He wants to lick the sweat off of Jamesâs midriff. Wants to follow the water droplets all the way from his collarbone to his lips. Wants to taste each and every flavour on Jamesâs body.
James squeezes the bottle tightly, does his best to get the last of the water out. Regulus is too busy imagining himself being the bottle to reply to his boss.
Eventually James puts the bottle down again and turns to Regulus, eyebrow raised.
âYouâre evil,â Regulus manages eventually.
Thereâs a glint of something in Jamesâs eyes. Amusement, he thinks.Â
âSomeone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,â James says and Regulus has to put his hands into fist and let his nails dig harshly into the palms of his hands just to distract himself from the blood thatâs still rushing south at the sight before him.Â
âThis is unfair,â he says.
James raises an eyebrow.Â
âWhatâs unfair?â he asks, feigning innocence.Â
Bastard, Regulus thinks.
Evil, Regulus thinks.
So fucking hot, Regulus thinks.
"You're playing dirty," Regulus says.
James gives a chuckle.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," he says and Regulus might've believed him if it wasn't for that glint.Â
James was a good politician, which naturally meant he was a good liar but Regulus had studied him. Had spent time observing him. He knew his ticks and tricks. His tells. He knew James Potter and James Potter was playing dirty.Â
"Really? So you just happened to decide today of all days to show up looking likeâ likeâ"
James raises an eyebrow.
"Like?" he parrots back.
"Like this!" Regulus replies, gesturing towards the other man as he takes a few steps closer. He can't help himself. He's drawn to James as if they were magnets. He can't fight the force of nature that makes him orbit the man in front of him.Â
Trust him, he's tried.
James looks down at himself, frowns.Â
"What's wrong with this?" he says, looking back up at Regulus through thick lashes as he cocks his head to the side.Â
His glasses are falling down the bridge of his nose the way they always are and Regulus has to suppress the urge to push them back in their right place, the way he always has.Â
He's less successful at suppressing the urge to look away from Jamesâs body,, eyes taking in the happy trail dusting the pretty, golden skin and the drops of sweat that cling to the black hairs around James's navel.
"You have never, in my entire time working here, showed up in workout clothes to work."
A smile tugs at James's lips but he does his best to hide it. It's not enough to fool Regulus though.
"Someone kept me up all night so I accidentally slept in. Didn't have time to get my morning run in before getting here so I thought I'd just take it here and hit the work showers instead."
Regulus swallows harshly. Looks away.Â
He refuses to acknowledge those words. Refuses to acknowledge the blood painting his cheeks red as a result of them. Refuses to think of what exactly had kept James up last night.
"And your workout clothes just happen to be... this?"
James gives a slow grin.
"Oh, absolutely."
Regulus wasn't going to win this. Not today. That much was clear the moment he'd laid his eyes on James when entering the office. This was always going to end like this. Regulus knew that. It was only a matter of when, not if, he would give in.
He sighs. Bites his lip. Finally looks back at James, looking up at him through his lashes in the way that he knows that the other man likes.
"Am I the first one in?"
He can see James's eyes widen, just a smidge, before his lips stretch even further into a full blown smile.
"Yeah. Ms. Figg is usually here by now but she had a dentist appointment this morning. Such a shame."
James did not sound as if he felt it was a shame.
"And the others?"
James leans closer. Tugs on one of Regulus's curls teasingly.
"Won't be here for another half hour, at least. I told everyone we're starting late."
His voice is low. Raspy, from years of smoking clove cigarettes. Regulus has never had a voice make him shiver the way James's does. Has never had a voice make goosebumps breakout on his skin. Has never had his heart beat so loudly before.Â
"Except for me," Regulus points out.Â
James is close now, the finger that had been playing with his curl slowly tracing the sides of his face. His hands are soft but the fingertips are slightly hardened from age and work and life and they feel so good against Regulus's skin that he has to close his eyes. Has to focus on the feel of James against him. As if there's an invisible line between James's finger and Regulus's skin, taunt and electric and absolutely vital for Regulus's survival.Â
"Oops. Must've forgotten to tell you," James whispers and Regulus can feel his warm breath hit his face. Can smell the sweat dripping off of him. And it's gross, he knows. It's gross that he's attracted to it. That he wants to smell it, always. That he wants to put his tongue to James's skin and lap it up. It's gross. But it's all that he can think of.
Regulus swallows hard. He can't find it in himself to be embarrassed about how loud it sounds in the otherwise quiet office. Admitting defeat in this little game they're playing is that much more embarrassing anyway. And heâs just about ready to wave a white flag if it meant getting his hands on James and his mouth under that godforsaken crop top.
"So," he says eventually. "You were going to use the work showers?"
He opens his eyes finally, watches James's face closely. The gold in his eyes is almost gone, swallowed up by the darkness that has taken over.Â
"That was the plan," James quips back, too focused on tracing Regulus's bottom lip with his thumb to notice the matching dark look in Regulus's own eyes.
"Think the stalls can fit two?"Â
James scans his face in amusement before letting out a startled laugh.
"You're going to ruin me, aren't you?" he says fondly, voice low.
Regulus raises an eyebrow, quietly waiting for an answer.
James moves the hand on Regulusâs face until it's cupping his neck instead, closes the distance between them and gives Regulus a small kiss.Â
It's barely anything, just a peck. A tease. A preview of what's to come.
 Itâs barely anything and yet Regulus is already hungry for more.Â
@croptopjames happy birthday to the one and only jfp <3
jegulus | 933 words | trans reg & themes of gender identity and transition
Regulus felt his cheeks heat up as he snapped out of his daze and met James' eyes. He was wearing a knowing look, "Oh, I'm definitely keeping this," James declared, his smirk widening. "Especially if it gets this kind of reaction from you every time."
Regulusâ room was a disaster. James had finally coaxed him into sorting through his old clothes, only managing after he bribed him with promises of kisses and takeout afterwards. The closet had all but exploded, leaving piles of clothes scattered all across the room. With âyesâs,â and ânoâs,â and âmaybesâ occupying every available flat surface, Regulus was sure he hadn't seen the darkened wood of his floor in hours.Â
Sat on his bed, he watched as James dug through his dresser for another shirt. He let out a thoughtful hum as he grabbed two, throwing one over his shoulder and holding up the other: an awful plum-colored blouse. His mother had bought it for himâform-fitting, smothered in ruffles, and, in her words, âthe perfect blouse for a sophisticated young woman.âÂ
Regulus thought it was the ugliest fucking shirt he had ever seen.
âUgh,â Regulus wrinkled his nose in distaste. âAbsolutely not, that thing is a monstrosity.âÂ
James barked out a laugh, amused at the disgust evident on Regulus' face, before flinging the shirt into the rapidly growing ânoâ pile. He grabbed at the one resting on his shoulder.
âAnd this one?âÂ
It was worn, fabric soft from years of wear. The dark green and gray had dulled, now just muted shadows of their original hues. The words printed on the front, cracked and creased, read âHogwarts Women's Rowingâ. It had been his favorite shirt for a long time. His parents had always been on him to join somethingâ a club, a team, an honor society. If he was honest, he only chose rowing because it kept him out of the house the longest.
And he's so grateful he did, because it brought him Pandora. He suffered through early morning rows and long race days, soreness in his body and blisters on his hands. But every discomfort was worth it for the times he and Pandora would steal an extra hour to lie in the sun by the Great Lake, laughing until their bellies felt as sore as their arms. Worth it for the times Evan would cram them into his shitty jeep and drive them to their races so they didn't have to take the bus. Worth it, most of all, for giving him the first people with whom he could be honestâreally, truly honest.
"I don't want to get rid of it," Regulus admitted, a hint of reluctance in his voice. "It was my favorite, butâIâm not ready to wear anything that might make people mistake me for a woman. Not for a while, at least.â
James nodded. He turned the shirt around, head tilting slightly as he considered it. âHow about I hold onto it for you? That way it's not gone, just... repurposed.â He looked up at Regulus with a wicked grin. âI bet I could pull it off.â
Regulus couldnât help but scoff as James began to pull on the shirt. âIâd like to see you try," he challenged, amusement evident in his voice.Â
But as James stretched out his arms and did a little spin, Regulus wasn't laughing. Instead, he felt his heart swoop. A familiar mixture of fondness and arousal swirled in his gut at the sight of James. Glasses knocked a little lopsided from pulling the shirt on, pajama pants hanging low on his hips and socked feetâ it was a picture that made Regulus go warm with affection. But, it was the shirt that really kept his attention. Visibly too small, the letters strained as they stretched across the width of his chest. The hem of it hitting right below his navel, exposing his hip bones and the trail of hair leading down from his belly button. Regulus felt all the breath leave his chest. âC'mere,â he said softly.
James shuffled over to him. âGood?â He asked, a hint of uncertainty in his tone.
Regulus shook his head, he was in awe of James. âBetter than good. It suits you much better than it ever did me,â he mumbled, voice low and distracted. Reaching out to place his hands on James' waist, he absentmindedly dragged his thumbs back and forth over his hipbones, eyes stuck to the sliver of skin peeking out from beneath the shirt.Â
âMy eyes are up here, love,â James gently teased, his voice laced with amusement.Â
Regulus felt his cheeks heat up as he snapped out of his daze and met James' eyes. He was wearing a knowing look, "Oh, I'm definitely keeping this," James declared, his smirk widening. "Especially if it gets this kind of reaction from you every time."
âI lied,â Regulus deadpanned, âyou actually look ridiculous.â But his face was betraying him, unable to fight the smile spreading across it.Â
James hummed in response, the smugness in his tone unmistakable. He was clearly enjoying every moment of this.
"Oh, shut up," Regulus groaned playfully, his hands gripping the exposed skin at his waist to pull him down. James yelped in surprise before their lips were meeting in a kiss filled more with laughter than anything else. But then James was deepening it, and Regulus let himself be kissed breathless. After a moment, he gently pulled back, hand tenderly stroking through Jamesâ hair.
"Thank you," he whispered, his hand tracing a path down James' neck, over his shoulder, and along the length of his arm until their fingers intertwined. "For being here, forâeverything. Everything that you do for me."
James responded with a gentle squeeze of their hands, his eyes meeting Regulusâ. "Always, love." His voice was soft but firm in promise. And there it was again, his heart swooping in his chest as James pressed a kiss to his temple. "Always."
Regulus wakes up in a state of complete and utter confusion. The bed beneath him is far too comfortable to be his bed at home (high thread count sheets, possibly Egyptian cotton, luxury mattress), not to mention entirely too large. He knows better than to look a gift horse in the mouth, but when all signs point to ânot your fucking house,â heâs fairly certain exceptions can be made.
He sits up, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he makes an attempt to get his bearings. It isnât until he turns to look out of the window to his left that things start falling back into place. Just there, across an egregiously muddy field, is the picturebook red barn his clients got married in the night before. Typically being the last to leave an event serves him well, but all it got him last night was stranded at a random farm in the middle of a severe thunderstorm warning. He wasnât thrilled at the owner's offer for him to stay the night, but his current state only goes to show that he kept his word. Empty bed, guest room, no funny business.
Regulus pulls back the covers, stretching his limbs as he climbs out of bed. The shirt clearly isnât his own, which would be worrisome if it werenât for the locked bedroom door. Right. He makes his way out of the guest room into what he can only assume is the living room (high vaulted ceilings, expensive leather sectional, conversation worthy fireplace), and is immediately struck with the all too inviting smell of fresh brewed coffee. He follows his nose through the living room towards what he assumes is the kitchen.
Standing, half obscured by the fridge door, is his seemingly gracious host. He opens his mouth to speak when suddenly the fridge is closed and the man comes into full view. The words die on his lips as he takes in the sight before him. The owner (John? Jim?) is far more attractive than Regulus remembers. Joggers slung low on wide hips, legs straining against the thin fabric, soft-looking dark hair dusting every inch of his golden brown skin, and to Regulusâ shock and awe - a threadbare shirt clinging deliciously to the meat of his biceps, cut roughly around the middle, leaving a tortuous expanse of his lower stomach exposed. Regulusâ eyes catch on the thicker patch of hair starting just below his navel and running down down down into the waistband of his pants.
âMorning!â the man says, snapping Regulus out of his daze. When Regulus looks up, thereâs something entirely too mischievous in his eyes - a hint of something hidden in the corner of his smile. âCoffee?â
@croptopjames / birthday boy James gets one of his birthday wishes / word count: 333 / stay tunned for a surpise!
An 80s-themed birthday party should be completely harmless⊠or so Regulus thought. When he walks through the door to enter the house that's roaring to the beat of Relax by Frankie Goes to Hollywood, and finds James dancing on a table top, it's not a new experience for him at all. However, the fact that the birthday boy is wearing a tee shirt that appears to have lost the bottom half in a fortunate accident, and jeans that hug his hips dangerously low, leaving his abdomen completely on display as he moves, is something entirely new. James Potter dressed as Glen Lantz in Nightmare on Elm Street wasn't on his bingo card for this year, but heaven knows Regulus isn't about to complain about it. The feverish feeling that possesses the silver eyed man is nothing new either, but the intensity with which it takes hold of him is definitely a novelty.
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"Three wishes, James! Don't forget the three wishes!" Sirius can be heard shouting over the noise of the party about an hour later as his best friend is about to blow out the candles on his ice cream birthday cake. After pretending to think for a few moments, James looks up, then down at the cake and then to the front, stopping when he connects his gaze with Regulus'. The candlelights make his eyes glow fiercely and he almost takes Regulus' breath away as he winks at him. Suddenly, the room goes dark as the older boy ends the ritual by extinguishing the flames.
When Regulus gets the tiniest stain on the jacket of his Danny Zuko costume after The Marauders smear James with a cream cake solely made with that purpose, is the perfect opportunity to sneak off with James to his room with the excuse of needing to clean themselves as soon as possible, and end up licking the remnants of cake off James' abdomen.
âSo birthday wishes do come true,â James says as he strokes Regulus' hair.
HI IM A LITTLE LATE I WAS AT A CONCERT HSHZHDUAAUID
@croptopjames <3 NSFW but not explicit
It's sinful, fucking sinful.
When Regulus agreed to be dragged along to this guys birthday party as part of him and his brother reconciling, this isn't how he thought it would go.
He thought it would maybe go something along the lines of he got a drink or two or three, say hi to the birthday boy, meet his brothers boyfriend and other two "best friends in the whole- the whoolle wide world reggie" he had slurred just slightly (just preparty drinks things), and then maybe, maybe if he got drunk enough, dance a bit. You know.
Most of those things did happen, to be fair. But the one thing he didn't see coming was James Fleamont Potter.
James potter, with his fucking dancing and his fucking hips and that fucking crop top. He had a waist that regulus just wanted to sink his teeth into, one that would look much better with handprint bruises, and his tattoo, that fucking tattoo, the stag antlers just barely peeking over his jeans.
Just barely, that is, until James hooks a finger in his waistband and starts swaying his hips to the beat of the music, other arm holding his bottle above his head, the head that's thrown back exposing a neck Regulus just wants to wrap his hands around and squeeze.
The worst decision he could make is walk over to him.
So he walks over to him, drink in hand (there's no way he's leaving it unattended) and smiles his most innocent smile. He looks up at James though his eyelashes, a perk of being the smallest black brother.
"And who might you be?" James grins. "No no, noono let me guess. Baby Black."
"Oh fuck that Nickname sucks, Potter" Regulus all but shudders
"Potter? Not James?" He pouts. Regulus wants to bite that lip, bite down on it and pull antil it bleeds. He wants to watch the blood run down James's chin and then lick it off.
He's so fucked. He stands up on tiptoe, so he can be right next to James's ear. He'll blame it on the music.
"James" he murmurs, low and dark and sweet all at the same time. He could have sworn James shuddered at the name.
"Regulus." James copies his tone, in his own ear, and if he sounded anything like that whilst saying James's name then he's surprised James is still upright. It makes his knees buckle for a second.
Strong arms wrap around his waist, and a slower song comes on.
"Dance with me?"
Regulus nods. Its polite, isn't it? It's rude to say no to the birthday boy. Even if, technically, it stopped being his birthday about an hour ago. The pair dance, and get far too close, and Regulus has his hands on that fucking crop top and on James's stupid little waist. It's fucking- it's not tiny, but it's not big. It's muscled. Seriously, the man is sculpted from clay or some shit.
Regulus tugs at the crop top. It reaches to a little above his belly button, and Regulus really really wants to rip it off.
"Now now honey, what are you doing that for?" Regulus blushes at the pet name, and it's almost impossible to hide because of how pale he is. James smirks, fucking smirks. Its usually something regulus Hayes, but on James it makes him want to kiss, and scratch and bite and make James his.
"Do you maybe want to go upstairs?" James asks, almost hesitantly, despite how confidently he's now murmuring in Regulus's ear and- and oh fuck, and kissing his neck.
He nods, frantically, resisting the urge to bite his lip.
"Not good enough, baby, I want to hear you say it" James says, standing up straight again, cocky smile back in place.
Regulus can play that game too. He stands on his tiptoes, wrapping his arms around James's neck and breathing in his ear.
"Please, sir? Can we go upstairs, to your room?" He says, tongue dripping with honey, as he gently tugs at James's earlobe with his teeth
Dedicating this to euge @ecstarry for brainrotting with me and lune @sommerregenjuniluft because we talked about dancer james once. Love you guys <3
Regulus walks the length of the studio assessing the attire of his dancers. He has a strict policy of professionalism that he makes no exceptions for, and James has been pushing his luck recently.Â
He had hired James as an apprentice only a few months ago, but he was already regretting the decision. Not because of Jamesâ abilities, but because of his utter lack of respect.Â
James is a brilliant dancer, donât get him wrong. He came from the most prestigious modern dance conservatory in the country, and Regulus had managed to sign him right out of school.Â
Heâs inclined to say James wasnât worth the work, but that wouldnât be completely true. He may make Regulusâ life a living hell, but heâs fucking gorgeous on stage, all lean muscles and strong lines. Itâs captivating to watch, even more so when he gets to see it up close.Â
As Regulus makes his way across the room, he catches sight of James in the back sporting gray joggers andâ he has to take a minute to register what heâs seeing. Is that a fucking crop top?Â
James just flashes a knowing smirk, staring Regulus down. Heâs been called out for wardrobe infractions at least three times this month, and itâs starting to get old.Â
âSirius,â Regulus calls out to his brother, but more importantly, his rehearsal director. âCan you start the warm up? I need to have a word with Potter.â
A few snickers sound throughout the studio because his employees can be fucking children sometimes, and Sirius nods, getting up from his spot on the floor.Â
Regulus turns toward the door, knowing James will follow him, and makes his way to his office down the hall.Â
He only has to stand behind his desk for a minute, arms crossed, before James waltzes in, closing the door behind him.Â
âThis is grossly unprofessional, you do realize that,â Regulus deadpans.Â
âI do realize that,â James responds innocently, batting his lashes.Â
Regulus runs his eyes over the man standing in front of him, something he didnât want to do in front of everyone in the studio.Â
The top hits a few inches above his navel and exposes the soft lines of his abs and a stripe of dark hair that trails beneath his joggers.Â
âEyes up here,â James says, bringing Regulusâ attention back to the matter at hand.Â
He gives James a stern look and leans forward on his desk.
âHow many times do I have to tell you this wonât be tolerated in my company?â he asks.Â
Jamesâ eyes darken and he leans forward to mirror Regulus. âNot sure. Will you tell me again?â
The audacity of this man⊠Well, Regulus thinks, maybe itâll stick this time.Â
He reaches across the table casually, stroking a hand across Jamesâ face. The dancer leans into it, fluttering his eyes shut for a moment, before Regulus reaches around his head to grab a fistful of his hair.
James opens his eyes and a slanted smile pulls at his mouth.
âKeep your hands on the table,â Regulus says before pushing Jamesâ head down onto his desk. âDonât move.â
James goes willingly, bending in half over the desk like a dream.
Regulus walks around to stand behind him, admires the curve of his ass and the ridges of his spine where theyâre exposed under his shirt. He runs his fingers over them, eliciting a small shiver from James.
Regulus dips his hands into the waistband of Jamesâ joggers, sinking his nails into the soft skin, before roughly pushing his pants down around his ankles.
Jamesâ breathing picks up, his anticipation getting the better of him. Regulus would love to draw this out, but heâs afraid he hasnât got the time today.
He smacks Jamesâ ass once, causing the other man to jolt and let out a soft whine.
âStay quiet,â Regulus commands.
James nods in confirmation. A lie, most likely.
Regulus lets a finger wander through the cleft of Jamesâ ass, circling his rim in slow and deliberate movements. He keeps his eyes on Jamesâ face where itâs pressed against his desk. His eyes are shut, mouth open.Â
âYouâre so pretty like this,â Regulus says. âWhen youâre not talking back to me.â
James makes a needy noise pressing his hips back onto Regulusâ finger, searching for a fullness he knows is coming.
Regulus smacks him again across the same spot as before. âDonât get greedy. You know how this works.â
James nods again looking at Regulus now. His pupils are absolutely blown and itâs all Regulus can think about. The desperate want in his eyes.
âTell me,â Regulus instructs.
James rolls his eyes back as he starts to lightly circle his rim again.
âWords, James.â
âYouâre in charge,â James breathes.
âAnd I can do whatever I want with you,â Regulus adds.
âWhatever you want.â
âGood boy.â Regulus pulls his hand away again, but James doesnât get a chance to protest before itâs being pushed into his mouth. âNow suck.â
James moans around his fingers, hollowing his cheeks and making a show out of it. He knows this undoes Regulus every time, watching as he listens so well, follows every command. Itâs a high heâll be riding for the rest of rehearsal.
âThatâs right baby, get them nice and wet for me,â Regulus praises, bringing his other hand up to grab at Jamesâ hip, keep him from moving too much.
When spit starts to drip down his chin, Regulus pulls his fingers away, and the noise James makes is fucking filthy. A keen heâs sure the whole company just heard, and that just wonât fly.Â
Regulus moves his hand from Jamesâ hip up into his hair, yanking him back until heâs hovering above the desk.
âJames, what did I fucking say,â Regulus hisses. âDo you need something in your mouth? Hm? Such a slut for it you canât follow simple directions?â
James moans loudly, a please falling from his lips somewhere in there.
Regulus releases him and he falls back onto the desk with a whine.Â
Going back around his desk, Regulus fishes through his bottom drawer with his clean hand, finding what heâs looking for. A dress code appropriate t-shirt he keeps for times like these, when James just canât help himself. He shoves it in Jamesâ mouth harshly then pats him on the cheek.Â
âThere you go baby. Now you can tell me just how much you like it.â
And James does without a second thought, immediately filling the room with muffled noises.
Regulus resumes his position behind the dancer, running his spit-slick fingers against Jamesâ hole.
âReady?â He asks.
James is a mess, barely there at this point even though Regulus hasnât even done anything, but he nods anyway, and Regulus pushes a finger in slowly.
âAlways so tight for me baby.â
âMmph,â James moans around the shirt. He tries to fuck his hips forward into nothing, desperate for some friction against his neglected cock, but Regulus holds him still. He should know by now that heâll stay untouched until Regulus allows it.
Once he feels James is ready, he adds another finger, leaning down to spit into the place where they slide into James. He increases the speed, crooking them to brush the spot that reduces James to a moaning mess.Â
He sees Jamesâ eyes roll back again as he makes a muffled sound, so debauched and fucked out already.Â
For the first time, Regulus notices his own wetness pooling in his briefs, but he ignores it. This isnât about him.
âCan you be a good boy and take another,â Regulus asks, and James nods enthusiastically. If he wasn't gagged, Regulus knows heâd be begging, has heard it enough times to memorize the sound.
Regulus pulls out completely, watching Jamesâ hole flutter briefly around nothing, before pushing three fingers back in.
James balls his fists against the desk, barely moving his hips, trying so hard to be good. Regulus decides to cut him some slack.
âFuck yourself on them baby, itâs okay.â
James obeys immediately, pushing his hips back wildly and making ungodly sounds that he wishes he could hear unobstructed.Â
Caught up in the image of James losing control, Regulus reaches around to touch his neglected cock where itâs been leaking onto the floor. He collects the precome beading at the tip to soften the slide, and pumps James slowly in time with the movement of his hips.
âYou close? Gonna come for me?â Regulus asks, sugar sweet.
James barely responds, but the crease between his eyebrows gives him away. Regulus knows it means heâs heading toward the edge of the cliff.
Quickly, before itâs too late, Regulus pulls his hand away, pulls his fingers out, leaving James empty and neglected once again.
He smacks Jamesâs ass roughly, then digs his fingers into the flesh, punishing.
Leaning forward, he puts his mouth right up against Jamesâ ear, âOnly good boys get to come, James. I expect you back in rehearsal in five minutes wearing that shirt in your mouth.â
James sobs into the fabric, ruined and undoubtedly aching, and Regulus leaves him there to clean himself up.
I've done more thinking about James in a crop top than writing about James in a crop top today - 200 words - @croptopjames
"James, please, take it off," Regulus pleaded, again.
"Why, you got it for me," James responded, feigning innocence, but Regulus could see he was enjoying it tremendously.
"Yes well, I bought it online, I didn't know it was a crop top, you look indecent." For their anniversary Regulus had given him a shirt with the text 'I heart my boyfriend' with a picture of himself in the heart. However, when the shirt arrived it turned out to be rather short, still James insists on wearing it.
"Come on, Reggie, I look good, don't you want to show me off?"
And Regulus must admit he does look good. The shirt is tight, hugging him in all the best places. The sleeves are stretched around his arms. On his stomach his happy trail is on full display, leading up to his belly button piercing.
But the best part was that Jamesâ new tattoo was visible. He got it as a surprise for Regulus. And everytime he looked at it he wanted James for himself. Tattooed on the side of his ribs: R.A.B.
One more look up and down James' body, he didn't need more convincing than that, "Alright, let's go."
For the @croptopjames fest | Implied Sexual Content (and general horniness) | around 700 words (maybe more that was pre-editing)
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James is dancing. Hands held high in the air in a way almost cruel to the crop top heâs wearing. Forcing it to tortuously stretch in an attempt to cover anything.
Any hint of modesty the top held before is gone and Regulus is using every ounce of his remaining self control not to jump him right there on the makeshift dance floor.
He leans further back against the wall and watches instead. Appreciates. Waits. Allows a small smile when James looks for him across the room. Lets the feeling sink warmly into his skin.
James has always liked being the centre of attention, thrives on it. Regulus doesnât really understand but he can enjoy the view while James shines.
He likes to know that while everyone else can watch, and watching they are, James continues to choose him. They can watch as much as they want. Heâs Regulusâ to touch and be touched by.
He waits until James is walking over to the drinks table to make his move. Gulps down the last of his drink and weaves through the crowd, appearing by James and taking his rightful place. Tucked into Jamesâ side. âHi, baby.â
He lets one hand slip around Jamesâ waist and squeezes slightly in greeting. Well, more to feel him up, but Regulus never claimed to be a saint. Just pretends to be one sometimes.
He looks up through his eyelashes, puts on his most innocent face. âWanna do a body shot with me?â
James laughs at the suddenness of the request. âRight now?â he looks back at his friends who have quickly accepted that James isnât coming back anytime soon. âSure.â
They stop off for James to grab a drink before making their way over to the kitchen. Itâs already set up. Salt, tequila, and lime slices ready to be used.
James hops up onto the end of the counter easily. âSo, how do you wanna do this?â
Regulus lets his smile turn a little devilish. âLie down.â
He places one hand on Jamesâ stomach and pushes gently until he lies back.
The line of Jamesâs abs work as an excellent map for the salt, using far more than he needs to create a trail up his torso. He prompts James to open his mouth and places the lime, lets his fingers brush Jamesâ lips before slowly pulling away.
Heâd like to think that he pours the shot slowly to add tension but who is he kidding. Heâs itching to be done. Barely processes it.
Itâs easy to start licking up the salt just above the trail of hair on Jamesâ stomach. He takes his time with it, keeps eye contact throughout and watches Jamesâ pupils blow as he slowly licks up to the crop tops bottom. The crevices and muscles creating a whole world under his tongue.
He nearly keeps going, further up and up and then back down but he stops himself just in time. Downs the shot to distract himself and barely notices the burn as he swallows.
He can feel Jamesâ eyes following him. Tracing the movement of him swallowing. Knows that if he makes eye contact again heâll give up on this whole thing right now.
He leverages Jamesâ shirt to pull him up slightly to bite the lime. Lets it act as the only barrier between their lips before stepping back. A string of saliva still attaching them together and he has to resist the urge to spit the lime out on the floor and dive back in.
He moves away to stop the thought, lets go of his hold on the oh so tempting crop top and turns away to throw the lime out. He takes a deep breath before turning back.
James had lain back down when the grip on his shirt disappeared, and is lying there still on the counter. Regulusâ thoughts momentarily turn away from his dick and become slightly more concerned that his small revenge broke his boyfriend.
The fear quickly dissipates when James jumps up to sitting, grinning as he does so, and encourages Regulus to stand between his legs. Leaning forward so that his lips are just a hairâs breadth from his ear. âThe lucky thing about being the birthday boy is that my room is just down the hall.â
Regulus suddenly becomes very aware of the large bulge currently digging into his stomach.
He raises an eyebrow, even though James canât see it, tries to act unimpressed. âReally?â
James pulls back to show off his very smug grin. âReally.â
@croptopjames submission for mr james fleamont potter's birthday<3
2598 words - NSFW - cw: spanking, squirting, dirty talk, lil bit of degradation theyre being nasty idk it escalated
aka feral fucking your husband after seeing him in a shirt that doesn't quite fit like it used to~
âBaby, Iâm home,â Regulus shouts after entering the front door, kicking it closed behind him with his foot as he balances the huge ice cream cake precariously on both his hands.
Theyâve invited the whole family as per usual, what with their first year with Harry out of the house coming back from uni for his dadâs special day, Sirius and Remus driving down and picking up Effie and Monty on the way. All their friends will come later this week for brunch.
Today itâs just the few of them though and Regulus finds himself with a spring in his step at the thought of all of them together today.
James has taken the day off and Regulus was able to weasel his way into only half a shift today which he nearly missed entirely after the way James had sat down in his lap first thing in the morning and ridden him until he was shaking, cursing and babbling incoherently, all the while his husband was seated on his throne, smiling brightly, happiest man in the world, practically taking the matter of his birthday gift into his own hands.
âHi love!â comes from somewhere on the higher level of the house.
Regulus brings the cake into the kitchen, shrugging off his jacket and quickly dispensing the celebratory sweet in the freezer before James sees it.
Not a moment after Regulus closes the drawer to grab a bowl of blueberries from the fridge James comes into the kitchen, huffing and cheeks flushed, a presumably heavy box of justâŠstuff in his arms that he must have gotten from the attic.
âJames,â Regulus starts, blinking, âYou were supposed to take the day off.â
His husband smacks a content kiss onto his cheek, grinning brightly. His glasses are smudged and sitting crookedly over his nose and Regulus is pretty sure he spotted a bit of spiderwebs in the mess of his hair.
âEhh,â James makes dismissively, âI still felt restless after I hit the gym this morning once you left.â
He places the box down with a heavy thunk, petting its side like a horseâheâs such a dad, âAnd weâve been wanting to get started on these babies after spring cleaning anyway, remember?â
Regulus rolls his eyes, fondness betraying him when the corners of his mouth tug upwards, âMm, that might be true. Still itâs your birthdââ
Regulus halts.
âLove?â James looks at him inquiringly, hands propped on his hips.
On his very much naked hips. A palm length sliver of skin exposed between the indecently thin and short gym shorts and theâ
âJames, baby, what are you wearing?â
Oh, Regulusâ mouth is so, so dry.
âHuh?â James looks down at himself, shuffling in place before his head snaps back up to Regulus, âOh! Yeah I found one of my old shirts from uni.â His husband snickers, giving a little twirl and shaking his hips from side to side like he isnât currently taking five years off Regulusâ life expectancy.
âYouââ Regulus stops again, eyes glued to the small swell of his stomach over the band of the white shorts, the dark hair splattered all over and coiling at the center, carving a path up and downwards. Itâs downright indecent. His arms fill out the shirt just how they used to back in uni but with the difference that itâs more fat than muscle nowâthough Regulus knows well enough from personal experience how strong his husband still is. His pecs are visibly straining the material, the washed out, maroon letters spelling HOGWARTS cracking from the stretch.
Even more so when James leans back on his palms against the dining table, draping himself all prettily against the edge and smiling coyly, blinking doe brown eyes from under long lashes at Regulus as if he didnât already have him warpped around his finger hook, line and sinker.
âBaby,â Regulus rasps and he barely recognises his own voice.
âYeah, Reg?â James purrs, tilting his head and exposing the expanse of his neck.
âHow long until Harry arrives?â
âAn hour or two, depending on traffic,â James responds, voice all husky. Regulus is going to wreck him. Reduce him to a stuttering, squirting mess in the matter of half an hour, take his fucking word for it.
âGood enough,â Regulus grits out and then he crosses the distance in two long strides, already yanking at his tie.
They meet in a mess of parted lips, clicking teeth and tongues nudging, eager as ever, trying to lick into each otherâs mouths and taste. Greedy for it, happily swallowing moans and tugging their bodies close. They slot into each other easily, practiced after all these years, decades and Regulus reckons thatâs how they somewhat safely find their way onto the couch.
Regulusâ back hits the cushions with a soft oompf, barely time to gasp another breath and reach for his husband before James is straddling his lap, clasping Regulusâ stubbly jaw in warm, calloused palms and pulling him right back into their kiss. They donât stay there for long with the way James is restlessly shifting on top of him, grinding his crotch right against the bulge in Regulusâ slacks, making them both groan.
At some point Regulus abandons Jamesâ mouth in favor of kissing over the stubble of his cheek and jaw and latch onto his throat while simultaneously trying to get his stupid shirt buttons open. When the takes too long however James seems to grow impatient, batting his hands away and fumbling with them himself while they pant and grunt into each otherâs mouths.
Regulus is nipping at Jamesâ lower lip, already swollen and an obscene kiss bitten red and his husband makes a sound. Downright needy and heâs sitting there on top of Regulus, flushed and with that dazed look in his eyes, moaning like a little slut, so Regulus canât quite help himself when he pulls one hand around and smacks Jamesâ firmly on the bum.
It elicits a gasp, high pitched and followed by a long, drawn out moan and James sinking deeper into his lap, recapturing his mouth and desperately rutting down against where Regulus is hard and already throbbing. Itâs a medical miracle, truly, that no matter how many times theyâve had sex, Regulusâ erection is always at its best form for James.
âMnh,â James makes, their lips parting with a wet smacking noise, âNeed you, baby.â
Regulus grunts, fingers digging harshly into the meat of Jamesâ arse, âSlut.â
Just like expected, James whimpers, and so prettily at that. Eyebrows scrunching pitifully and he grinds once more, helplessly, âPlease, please.âÂ
âBut of course, sweety,â Regulus relents easily, licking a hot stripe up his neck, along his jawbone and then right across his slack mouth, âAnything for the birthday boy.â
James moans in response, nodding his head frantically.
Regulus nods his head towards the end of the couch where the pillows are piled, âScoot up.â
His husband does so dutifully and it doesnât take longer than a second for Regulus to make James lift his hips and rip the sheer piece of nylon off and throw it over his shoulder, not quite surprised yet still horribly taken off guard by the lack of boxer briefs underneath.
Regulus is left with nothing to do but stare at the mess of wet, thick curls and pink fold glistening with Jamesâ slick, spit pooling under his tongue in an instant. He grabs Jamesâ ankles, settling them over his shoulders, trainers still on and letting his hands drive over white tennis socks, hairy shins and strong calves. Digging his thumb in there and relishing in the gasp he elicits from his husband that way, hips twitching with the suspense. Regulus strokes up his boney knees, massages the big muscle of his thighs, the hair tickling his palms softly, all the while letting himself pitch forward, making sure to spill warm breath over where James wants him most right now.
He goes further, letting his hands rake up and over his stomach, rucking the shirt up as he goes and tucking it over the swell of his pecks, exposing him for Regulus to play with.
James is panting, short little puffs of breath, brimming with excitement and barely refraining from whimpering on the way out each time.
Predictably, he breaks once Regulus lazily swirls a tongue around his exposed nipple, holding the eye contact and watching with satisfaction as Jamesâ eyelids flutter. He canât help but grin, nipping at the hardened nub before he retreats, settling himself comfortably between Jamesâ thighs and without warning diving right in.
James positively screams the moment Regulus closes his lips around his cock, sucking him into his mouth and rolling him around between his lips until the bucking of his hips throws him off. Regulus hoists an arm over Jamesâ hips, belting him down, and wastes no time inserting one finger into Jamesâ searing wetness, sinfully hot inside.
âAhh yesyes, please more, love, please m-hahââ James babbles, throwing his head back when Regulus drives into him with another finger, crooking them upwards and watching shamelessly as his husbandâs precum pools all over his digits before diving back in to lick at his little cock.Â
He works them steadily up to each finger until he is four in deep, repeatedly hitting that spot inside of James and sucking and mouthing at the bundle of nerves until Jamesâ noises grow an edge.
âYou gonna cum for me, baby?â Regulus asks, muffled between licks, jaw aching slightly.
âYeah, yeah, gonnaâ hnng,â James breaks off, screwing his eyes shut when Regulus gives a particularly harsh suck, noises obscenely loud.
Heâs fisting the cushions like his life depends on it, white knuckling them in his grip, and it only takes a handful more thrusts and licks before James is shuddering through his first orgasm. Breaths coming quicker until he eventually breaks off into a keen, thighs quivering around Regulusâ head, squeezing at his skull and riding it out, grinding his cunt uncoordinatedly forward into Regulusâ face all the while convulsing around his fingers.
He squeezes in waves of pleasure and it makes Regulus so delirious that he blinks and the next thing he knows is him kneeling against Jamesâ ass, belt undone, slacks shoved down just enough and prodding at his slick, puffy entrance with the head of his cock.
James is staring unblinkingly at the ceiling, mouth agape and pupils so dilated theyâve swallowed most of the beautiful, dark chocolate brown.
âBaby,â Regulus prompts, bending Jamesâ knees towards his ears with a grunt, âJamie, be a good boy and hold these there for me.â
His husband slowly blinks him back into focus, silently obliging and hooking his fingers into the bend of his kneesâthank the higher powers James still does yoga once a week.
Regulus leans in, one hand holding him up off the couch, the other fisting around the length of him and smearing it through Jamesâ wetness, âNow are you going to be able to be good and keep yourself wide open for me or are you already fucked too stupid, huh? An old man? Maybe we should postpone it for next year, ay papi, what do you say?â
James whines pathetically, rubbing his head into one of the throw pillows, knotting his black hair up even more before he swallows frantically, âNo, Reg, pleaseplease, I can take it. Please, love, Iâm gonna be good for you, I promâAahââ
Regulus bottoms out in one smooth thrust, vision dotting with black spots at the mind bending heat and vice grip James has on him, already pulsing around him shallowly.
He grants James a moment to get used to being full, slowly rocking his hips back and forth and listening for when his whimpers turn into soft moans, turning needy again, and then he reaches up to grip his chin, âThen take it, slut.â
The pace he picks up into is hard, not too fast but unforgiving and steady, a sure way to drive James crazy. Regulus nips his way along his husbandâs chest, nuzzling his nose through chest hair and biting and licking at his dark nipples, tasting salt and sweat, feeling his cock twitch at the taste deep inside his husband.
When Regulus feels himself lose rhythm he hikes Jamesâ legs impossibly higher, draping one of them over his shoulder before he starts spanking him again. The angle is awkward but itâs working, going off of the way James keeps jerking at the stinging contact, clenching around the length of Regulus and working himself into a frenzy, gasping and whimpering and groaning like heâs getting the best cock of his entire life.Â
âTouch yourself, baby,â Regulus demands, breath stuttering as he watches a fat tear roll down the side of Jamesâ face, disappearing into the shorter hair at his temple.
Regulus keeps Jamesâ thighs wide and open, rolling his hips with abandon, groaning and panting with every thrust, feeling sweat bead on his forehead and desperately trying not to lose control when James snakes a hand between his legs, frantically circling his cock while Regulus keeps pumping in and out of him.
âIf you could only see yourself, baby,â Regulus grits out, âFucking masterpiece, splayed out for me like this. Obliging my every demand, so fucking good, baby.â
James moans happily, tongue lolling out and without thinking Regulus sticks two of his fingers into his mouth, rubbing over his tongue and feeling the saliva coat them thickly.
âCan you go ahead and cum for me again, Jamie?â
James whines an affirmative around his digits, slurping messily, a trickle of drool trailing down the corner off his mouth.
âThink youâll be a good boy and squirt all over me, baby? You know how much I love when you cum like that, hm?â
James breath hitches impossibly, eyes threatening to flutter shut as he nods deliriously.
Regulus quickly grabs him by the jaw, âKeep looking at me, James. I know you can do that for me, baby.â
And so he does.
On the next thrust James starts quivering again, fingers working furiously over his cock, mouth falling open around a silent scream and gazing Regulus right in the eyes as he pounds into him and James squirts around him. Spraying everywhere, absolutely in all directions and fucking messy, wetting Regulusâ torso and the couchâRegulus wouldnât be surprised if the carpet wasnât unscathed either.
Thatâs really all Regulus can take before his hips stutter in their pace and he buries himself deep inside James, letting the pulsing of his husbandâs orgasm milk him dry as he spills and spills his cum into James for what feels like minutes on end.
At some point James lets his trembling legs back down, crossing his ankles tightly under Regulusâ bum as this one keeps jerking into his husbandâs hole.
Once theyâre both done Regulus is too exhausted to do anything else but collapse forward into Jamesâ chest which he accepts with a happy hum.
They take a few minutes like this, James slowly coming to and starting to play with the curls at Regulusâ nape and Regulus breathing in the comforting scent of James, raking his short nails up and down the side of his ribcage.
After a while James presses a feebly kiss into the side of Regulusâ head, huffing out a big breath that makes Regulus rise with the motion of his chest before he snickers, âWell, happy fucking birthday to me.â
Regulus chuckles into the crook of Jamesâ neck, dropping a kiss there before lifting and staring into his husbandâs droopy eyes, âYeah, happy fucking birthday to you, baby.â
i was so motivated to draw something for the crop top james fest ( @croptopjames ) i even got the line art and flat colours done, but then the motivation went away and i ended up with this
