James loved Regulus in the most sensual fucking way possible.
James loved the way his name fell from Regulus' lips, the way his eyes closed and his mouth parted automatically when James tilted up his chin.
He loved when Regulus moaned into a kiss. Or when Regulus pulled a pillow over his face to muffle the sounds, or when he would bite James' shoulder to keep from making any noise. Or when they used a silencing charm and he made a lot of noise.
James loved everything about Regulus, his coy smile that turned soft when James placed a kiss on the tip of his nose, his always accessing eyes that turned half-lidded and unfocused whenever James touched him.
He loved the way Regulus seemed to melt into his arms, like it was physically difficult to hold himself up.
Because Merlin did James love to hold Regulus up.
He loved to hold him by his hair... by his legs wrapped around James' waist... by his throat... by his chest when James took him from behind-
James loved Regulus' hands, how long and slender his fingers were, his perfectly shaped nails that were always coated in black polish. He loved the way his hands wrapped around James. How his fingers looked pressing into the bed sheets.
He loved how his knuckles turned white from their grip on the rope that bound his wrists together. And gods would he spend hours staring at the marks his nails would leave on James' back.
James loved his scent, the way he smelled drove James feral. Sometimes it was deep and musky, the smell of sweat and dirt from quidditch practice that always meant Regulus' muscles were sore. (Which James had no problem helping him relax.)
Sometimes his scent was sweet and delicate, the smell of the perfume James had given him as a gift, it usually meant they were going someplace nice, (And James still had no problem tearing off those expensive clothes the moment they locked the door behind them)
Sometimes he smelled clean, like soap and coconut shampoo, this was usually straight after a shower, which meant James was most likely about to get very lucky.
James loved everything about him. The way he walked, hips swaying and chin held high. He loved the way he talked, no-nonsense in public but sexy and low in James' ear. He loved the way he dressed, always so fashionable and particular, leaving the more revealing clothes for James' eyes only.
James loved everything about Regulus.
And you would be greatly mislead to believe Regulus wasn't basking in every single second of his attention.
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