Crowned
Regulus had antlers tattooed low on his waist.
Not across his ribs. Not his hip. Not somewhere hidden by propriety or taste or the careful lines of a buttoned shirt. Low. Deliberate. Inked in fine black arcs just above the pale cut of his pelvis, curling out from either side in elegant, branching points that framed the soft dip of his stomach like a crown made for one specific view.
James had called them dangerous the first time he saw them.
Regulus had laughed then, breathless and pleased and a little shy, pretending he did not know exactly what he had done.
He knew now.
James was between his thighs, and the antlers sat just above his head.
They curved over him every time Regulus arched. Every time his stomach tightened. Every time his hips rolled up helplessly into James’s mouth. The tattoo moved with him, ink shifting over muscle and trembling skin, and James looked like he belonged there under it, buried between Regulus’s legs, worshipping him like he had been dragged to the altar and found heaven wet, hot, shaking, and sweet.
“James,” Regulus whined, his voice breaking on the name.
James groaned into him.
The sound hit straight through Regulus, filthy and deep, vibrating against his swollen pussy. His thighs tightened around James’s head immediately, knees dragging inward like his body had forgotten how to do anything but trap James there. James did not pull away. He pushed closer. His hands tightened on Regulus’s hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to hold, hard enough to bruise, hard enough to make Regulus sob.
“Fuck,” Regulus gasped. “Fuck, Jamie—”
James dragged his tongue through him slowly, obscenely, like he had nowhere else to be in the world. Like time had gone soft and pointless. Like oxygen was a thing for other people. He was slick from chin to mouth, lips swollen, hair already ruined from Regulus’s fingers, and still he looked drunk on it, eyes half-lidded and burning as he lifted them just enough to watch Regulus fall apart above him.
Regulus was flushed everywhere. His chest rose and fell too fast, ribs sharp with each trembling breath, curls stuck damply to his forehead. His legs were spread open around James’s shoulders, thighs quivering from too many orgasms, too much pleasure, too much James. His pussy was wet and messy and swollen from James’s mouth and fingers, still fluttering helplessly even after he had already come again and again, slick dripping down onto the sheets beneath him.
“Please,” Regulus whimpered, even though he did not know what he was begging for anymore. “Please, please, please.”
James answered by fucking his tongue into him.
Regulus cried out, one hand flying down into James’s hair, fingers twisting hard near the roots. He pulled without meaning to, hips jerking up, riding James’s face in short, desperate movements that made James groan again like it hurt him not to be deeper. His tongue pushed inside Regulus’s pussy, hot and insistent, licking into him with hungry, shameless strokes while his nose pressed against the slick mess of him.
“Oh my god,” Regulus choked. “Oh my god, Jamie—”
James pulled back just enough to breathe, mouth shining.
“Look at you,” he rasped.
Regulus shook his head weakly, eyes squeezed shut, cheeks burning.
“No,” he whined.
“Yes.” James kissed the inside of his thigh, open-mouthed and wet. “Look at you. Fucking perfect.”
Regulus made a broken little sound, thighs twitching around him. “Don’t stop.”
James smiled against his skin.
“There he is.”
“Don’t be smug,” Regulus pleaded, but it came out sweet, ruined, barely there. “Just—please, James, please.”
“I’m not stopping,” James said, voice thick. “Couldn’t stop if I tried.”
Then his mouth was back on him.
Regulus’s head fell back hard against the pillows, his back arching until the antlers stretched above James’s head again, sharp black lines crowning the scene. James slid two fingers into him slowly, sinking through slick heat with a low curse muffled against Regulus’s clit. Regulus sobbed, hips bucking up to take them, his whole body clenching down.
“That’s it,” James murmured against him. “That’s it, baby. Take them.”
Regulus whined and pulled his hair again.
James’s fingers curled inside him.
Regulus nearly came off the bed.
“James!”
James did it again, slower this time, dragging his fingers against that spot inside him while his tongue worked over his clit in slick, devastating circles. Regulus was already too sensitive. Every touch was too much. Every touch was not enough. Pleasure sparked down his spine, bright and unbearable, and he rode James’s mouth helplessly, thighs tight, stomach trembling, tattooed antlers shifting with every broken arch of his body.
“I can’t,” Regulus gasped. “I can’t, I can’t—”
James looked up at him without stopping.
Regulus made the mistake of looking down.
James was staring at him like he was starving.
Like Regulus’s pussy was the only thing in the world worth knowing. Like he had found religion between his thighs and it had teeth and wet heat and a taste he would ruin himself for. His glasses were gone somewhere. His eyes were dark. His mouth was pressed to Regulus like he wanted to crawl inside him and live there.
Regulus sobbed.
“Jamie,” he begged. “Please.”
James pulled his mouth away with a slick, obscene sound, fingers still moving inside him. “What do you need?”
Regulus shook beneath him. “You. You, just—just you, please.”
“You have me.”
“More.”
James’s expression cracked into something hungry and helpless.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “Reg.”
Regulus’s hand tightened in his hair, guiding him back down. “Please.”
James went willingly.
He sucked Regulus’s clit into his mouth, and Regulus came again with a cry so sharp it tore out of him. His thighs clamped down around James’s head, hips jerking up against his face, fingers yanking at his hair as he shook and shook and shook. Wetness spilled hot and sudden over James’s mouth and chin, slicking his fingers, soaking the sheets, and James groaned like it was the best thing that had ever happened to him.
He did not stop.
Regulus’s cry dissolved into a frantic whine.
“James—wait, wait, oh fuck—”
James only tightened his grip on his hips and kept licking.
Regulus writhed under him, overwhelmed, trying to squirm away and push closer at the same time. His body did not know what it wanted. His mouth did. His mouth kept begging.
“Please, please, please, oh my god, don’t stop, don’t stop—”
James moaned into his pussy, dragging his tongue down through the mess of him, then pushing it inside again like he had not just made Regulus come, like he was not already trembling apart beneath him, like he needed another one out of him immediately or he would die.
Regulus was crying now, soft, pleasure-drunk tears slipping down his temples. He was beautiful like this. Completely gone. Completely open. Sweet and needy and shaking so hard James had to hold him down by the hips.
“Good?” James asked roughly, pulling back only enough for the word to reach him.
Regulus nodded frantically. “Good. So good. Please, Jamie, it’s so good.”
James’s mouth dragged over him again, slower, crueler in its devotion. “You taste so fucking good.”
Regulus whimpered.
“You hear me?” James said, kissing his swollen clit once, twice, then licking over it until Regulus jerked. “I could stay here all night.”
Regulus’s lashes fluttered. “You will.”
James gave a breathless laugh against him. “Yeah?”
Regulus nodded, dazed and flushed. “Yes. Please. I want you to.”
The last thin leash of James’s restraint snapped.
He slid a third finger in beside the first two.
Regulus arched with a broken cry, the antlers on his waist lifting above James like black branches against pale skin. James watched them for half a second, completely wrecked by the sight, then looked back down at the way Regulus stretched around his fingers, wet and tight and fluttering.
“Fuck,” James said, voice gone rough and reverent. “Look at that.”
Regulus whined, hips twitching. “Jamie.”
“I know, baby.”
James worked his fingers slowly at first, letting Regulus feel the stretch. Then he began to scissor them, careful and deep, spreading him open while his mouth pressed kisses over his inner thighs, his mound, the messy slick skin around his pussy. Regulus’s breathing turned ragged. His hands moved from James’s hair to the sheets and back again, needing something to hold, needing James closer, needing the pleasure to stop sharpening and never stop at all.
“You’re so wet,” James murmured. “So fucking wet for me.”
Regulus’s answer was only a whimper.
James curled his fingers again.
Regulus choked on a moan and bucked up hard.
“There,” James said immediately. “There?”
“Yes,” Regulus cried. “Yes, yes, there, please—”
James pushed his face back between Regulus’s legs and licked over his clit as his fingers fucked into him.
Regulus unraveled.
There was nothing elegant about it. Nothing quiet. Nothing contained. He rode James’s face with needy, desperate little rolls of his hips, whining every time James’s tongue pressed harder, every time his fingers stroked deep, every time James groaned into him like Regulus’s pleasure was feeding something ravenous inside him.
“Jamie, Jamie, Jamie—”
James loved the way he said it. Loved it slurred and sobbed and breathless. Loved it when Regulus was too far gone to remember any other word. Loved it when his thighs trembled around his head and his heels dug into his back and his fingers pulled at his hair like he was trying to anchor himself to earth through James’s skull.
“Again,” James mumbled into him.
Regulus shook his head wildly. “I already—Jamie, I already—”
“Again.”
“I can’t.”
“You can.”
Regulus sobbed. “I can’t, I can’t, I’m too sensitive—”
James softened for half a breath, kissing him gently, tongue flat and slow. “Want me to stop?”
Regulus’s grip on his hair tightened instantly. “No.”
James smiled against him.
“No?”
“No, please don’t stop.” Regulus was panting, voice small and wrecked. “Please don’t stop, I want it, I want it, I want you.”
James groaned. “Fuck, Regulus.”
He went back down like a man ruined.
His mouth was filthy on him. Sloppy and wet and hungry, tongue dragging through Regulus’s slick, lips closing around his clit, fingers pumping slow and deep before spreading again, scissoring him open while Regulus cried. James’s cock was hard and neglected, aching in his trousers, but he barely cared. It was distant, secondary, some lesser need compared to this. Compared to Regulus shaking under him. Compared to the taste of him. Compared to the mess dripping down James’s hand, down his wrist, onto the sheets.
Regulus pulled at his hair hard enough to make James groan.
“Sorry,” Regulus gasped immediately.
James looked up, eyes blazing. “Do it again.”
Regulus stared down at him, dazed.
James’s tongue flicked over him once.
Regulus yanked his hair.
James moaned straight into his pussy.
Regulus’s eyes rolled back.
“Oh fuck,” he whispered. “You like that.”
James’s mouth was too busy to answer, but his hips pressed down into the bed, chasing friction he did not get, and the sound he made was answer enough.
Regulus laughed weakly, breath hitching, but it collapsed almost instantly into another whine when James sucked harder.
“Jamie,” he pleaded. “Jamie, I’m close again, I’m—oh god, oh god—”
James’s fingers found that spot and stayed there.
Regulus came with James’s name in his mouth.
His whole body seized, thighs locking around James’s head, hips jerking against his face as he squirted again, wet and hot over James’s mouth and chin and fingers. James groaned like he had been rewarded. Like this was what he wanted, exactly this, Regulus soaked and sobbing and open for him, giving him everything, making a mess because James had asked his body so nicely it could not refuse.
Regulus collapsed back onto the bed, shaking.
James licked him through it.
Regulus whimpered, twitching from every touch. “Jamie. Jamie, please. Please, I’m—fuck—I’m so sensitive.”
James kissed his clit, then the slick swollen lips of his pussy, then the inside of his thigh.
“I know,” he whispered.
Regulus blinked down at him through wet lashes.
James’s mouth was still glistening. His hair was a disaster. Regulus had done that. Regulus’s hands had made him look like that. Something about it made another weak pulse of heat roll through him, even though his body was wrung out, aching, trembling, ruined.
James kissed him again, soft and open-mouthed.
Regulus made a helpless noise.
“Still good?” James asked.
Regulus swallowed hard. “Yes.”
James’s eyes darkened.
Regulus’s breath caught. “James.”
“I know.”
“You’re looking at me like that again.”
“Can’t help it.”
Regulus’s thighs shifted around his shoulders. He was too sensitive. He was raw with pleasure. He was dripping onto the sheets. His skin felt fevered everywhere James had touched him.
But James was still between his legs.
Still looking at him like that.
Still under the antlers.
Regulus reached down slowly, fingers trembling as they slid into James’s hair.
James closed his eyes for half a second.
Regulus’s voice came out ruined and sweet.
“Again.”
James’s eyes opened.
“Yeah?”
Regulus nodded, cheeks flushed darker. “Please.”
James exhaled like he had been punched.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “You’re going to kill me.”
Regulus’s lips parted around a soft little whine. “Don’t care.”
James laughed under his breath, low and breathless, and kissed his thigh. “No?”
Regulus shook his head, fingers tightening. “Want your mouth.”
James turned his face and bit gently into the soft inside of Regulus’s thigh, just enough to make him gasp. “Greedy.”
Regulus trembled. “For you.”
James went still.
The room seemed to go still with him.
Then James said, very softly, “Say that again.”
Regulus looked down at him, flushed and shaking and utterly gone.
“For you,” he whispered. “I’m greedy for you.”
James looked wrecked.
Then his mouth was on Regulus again, and whatever tenderness had been there became hunger with teeth.
Regulus cried out immediately, back arching, tattooed antlers lifting as James licked into him with renewed desperation. He was sloppy now, shamelessly so, licking and sucking and groaning like he had forgotten language and manners and the shape of anything but Regulus’s pussy. His fingers slid back inside, two this time, then three, stretching Regulus open again with slick, careful pressure.
Regulus shook around him.
“Yes,” he sobbed. “Yes, yes, Jamie, fuck—”
James’s fingers scissored him slowly, opening him while his tongue worked over his clit in filthy little strokes that made Regulus keen. It was too much. It was perfect. It was James’s mouth and James’s fingers and James’s hands holding him open like he had every right in the world to keep him there.
Regulus rode his face.
He could not help it. His hips moved on their own, rolling into James’s mouth, dragging against his tongue, chasing pressure and heat and the impossible bright edge already building again low in his stomach. James let him. James encouraged it, groaning every time Regulus pushed up, one hand sliding from his hip to his thigh to hold him tighter against his mouth.
“That’s it,” James breathed, barely pulling away. “Use my mouth.”
Regulus whimpered. “Jamie—”
“Use it.”
Regulus’s hand twisted in his hair again.
James moaned.
Regulus rode him harder.
It was obscene. Wet sounds, ragged breathing, James groaning into him, Regulus sobbing over him, the sheets ruined beneath them. The antlers on Regulus’s waist shifted with every desperate roll, crowning James again and again as he buried himself between Regulus’s thighs like there was no place more sacred and no place more sinful.
Regulus was babbling now.
“Please, please, Jamie, don’t stop, don’t stop, I’m close, I’m so close, please, I need—fuck—I need—”
James pressed his tongue flat against Regulus’s clit and fucked his fingers into him.
Regulus broke.
He came with a trembling cry, body bowing off the bed, thighs shaking violently around James’s head. Wetness spilled again, slick and hot, and James drank down every second of it, groaning like he was in heaven, like Regulus had opened the gates with his thighs and dragged him inside.
Regulus fell back bonelessly.
This time, James stopped.
Barely.
He kissed Regulus’s pussy once, lingering and soft. Then again. Then again, because restraint was clearly not one of his virtues. Regulus twitched with every kiss, tiny whines slipping out of him, his hand still buried weakly in James’s hair.
“Jamie,” he breathed.
James rested his cheek against Regulus’s thigh and looked up at him.
Regulus looked devastated. Beautiful. Completely undone. His lips were parted, his eyes glassy, his curls damp, his chest flushed. The tattooed antlers on his waist had gone still at last, black ink laid over trembling skin, framing James like a secret only the two of them understood.
James turned his head and kissed beneath one inked branch.
Regulus shivered.
“You knew what you were doing with these,” James murmured.
Regulus blinked slowly. “Maybe.”
James kissed the tattoo again.
Regulus’s breath caught.
“Maybe?” James repeated.
Regulus swallowed, still trembling. “I wanted you to see them.”
James’s hand spread over his hip, thumb brushing just beneath the antler line. “I see them.”
Regulus’s voice went soft. “When you’re there.”
James looked back down at him, and the hunger in his face gentled into something almost dangerous in its tenderness.
“When I’m here?” he asked.
Regulus nodded.
James leaned in and kissed the center of his waist, right between the antlers.
Regulus’s fingers tightened weakly in his hair.
“Then I’ll keep looking,” James said.
Regulus let out a broken little breath. “James.”
James smiled against his skin, then lowered himself slowly back between Regulus’s thighs.
Regulus’s eyes widened.
“Jamie,” he whispered. “Again?”
James kissed his inner thigh, then his hip, then the slick swollen softness of him, gentle enough to make Regulus tremble instead of buck.
“Not stopping,” James murmured.
Regulus’s head fell back, a helpless, needy sound catching in his throat.
James’s mouth returned to him like a promise.
And Regulus, ruined and sweet and still wanting, opened for him again.