Waiting in the wings, Regulus watches the two guitarists indulge in several kinks live on stage. He bounces on the balls of his feet, waiting for his queue to enter, allowing them their pantomimed foreplay and exhibition. Their solos end and he hears the crowd roaring, sufficiently warmed up. When he sees them begin to make out, he knows too well if he doesn’t break them apart they will absolutely start fucking right there on stage.
Rolling his eyes, he waves his wand to remove the necklace chains Pandora made for them. She probably didn’t expect them to be used quite like this. She was only trying to resolve the vision she’d had of a dropped pick and wanted to make sure the show went smoothly. Regulus grabbed his wand and cast an amplifying charm on his voice in preparation.
As if right on queue, he runs on stage and pushes through the middle of the embracing guitarists, physically separating them. The crowd is raucous and lively and perfect. The energy they give him lets him know this will be a good show.
Spotlight on Regulus, the rest of the stage dims as his bandmates take their spots for the first song of the set. The drummer counts them in and the first sound from Regulus’ mouth is a belted note over power chords and cymbal crashes. The crowd responds and its electric. No magic could replace the way his fans make him feel right now.
The lights of the venue flash on and off, giving Regulus brief glances of the crowd. A shine catches his eyes. Someone’s spectacles are reflecting the light back to him. In the front row, a man with messy dark hair, round-framed glasses, and amber skin is looking at him with elation and adoration.
This look isn’t new for Regulus. That’s the look all his fans wear. As if they’re looking up at a leather-clad god and loving everything they see. This fan…this man, however, had the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen. He would jump during the chorus, arms extending over his head, and his crop top would lift up, revealing his abdomen. Regulus couldn’t help but get distracted by abs, navel, and a dark happy trail.
He’d never been interested in groupies before but he might push his luck just this once.
