regulus would 100% ALWAYS be marked up like james definitely has a biting kink
no yeah, this is very real to me. reg's body is littered with bites and hickeys—all in various stages of healing. james can't help himself, really, not when regulus is so achingly responsive—all strangled breaths and needy whines. he writhes too, under james, threading his fingers through his hair, pushing closer, then pulling away, as james maps him with his mouth. he bites at reg’s neck, his chest, his thighs, leaving a trail of bruises in his wake.
they’re so stark against the pale of regulus’ skin. and james, the possessive bastard, loves how the imprint of his teeth clings to the flesh. he revels in watching the colors shift from blush to red to purple to a sallow yellow. this is all his, only his.
afterwards, reg studies his reflection, deadpanning, “it looks like i've been mauled by a fucking bear." but there's james, winding his arms around him, chin resting on his shoulder, lips pressing apologetic kisses over the tender marks. his voice, soft, is muffled against reg's neck, "m sorry, love, you're just so pretty all marked up. can't help it." and even as he apologizes, james’ teeth find reg's throat again, eager to brand yet another mark at the base of his collar. regulus swats at him, exasperated, "again, james!?" and despite his protests, a small smile plays on his face and a pleased warmth blooms in his chest.