Hi. Can we get a jegulus smut fic? Like the one you did ‘composure’ but less James calling him mean stuff. But still rough.
Adoration
Regulus’s legs were hooked over James’s shoulders, his knees trembling beside James’s ears, his body pressed deep into the sofa cushions while James fucked him with all the hunger he’d carried home from work and all the tenderness he saved only for him.
The flat was a wreck around them.
Regulus’s notes were scattered across the coffee table, half-written lecture cards fanned beneath a mug of tea that had gone cold hours ago, his laptop still open to a document filled with highlighted paragraphs, unfinished citations and increasingly irritated comments in the margins. One of James’s trainers had been kicked halfway beneath the armchair. His sports academy jacket lay inside out on the floor, the embroidered crest still damp from the rain outside, his whistle lanyard tangled through one sleeve.
It was evidence of the life James had been living before he’d pushed open the door.
Before he’d found Regulus curled in the corner of the sofa in soft study clothes, glasses sliding down his nose and dark hair tied back badly, looking exhausted and quietly pleased to see him.
Before James had crossed the room, taken Regulus’s face between both hands and kissed him until the laptop was forgotten.
Now the only thing louder than the rain tapping against the windows was Regulus.
He was crying softly, every breath splintering into tiny, helpless squeaks whenever James drove his cock deeper into his pussy. His fingers scrabbled against James’s forearms where James held him securely, not trapping him so much as keeping him steady while his body shook beneath every thrust.
His black hair was spread messily over the cushion. His glasses had vanished somewhere down the side of the sofa alongside James’s own. His lashes were wet, his cheeks flushed, and his mouth kept falling open around pleas too breathless to become proper sentences.
James had one hand planted beside Regulus’s head and the other cupping his face, thumb stroking lovingly over the softness of his cheek.
“There you are,” James murmured.
His voice was low and rough, still carrying the gravel of a long shift spent shouting instructions across a pitch, but every word he gave Regulus was warm.
“So beautiful for me.”
Regulus made a broken little sound.
His eyes fluttered, unfocused and glassy, and his hips jerked helplessly beneath James’s weight. He looked smaller like this. Not simply because James was broader, taller and heavier, all warm muscle and damp curls and powerful thighs, but because Regulus had gone soft in every place he was normally sharp.
The composed, impossible boy with the cutting tongue and unreadable stare had melted beneath him.
In his place was this trembling, lovely thing, cheeks pink and lips parted, taking James’s cock with desperate little shivers.
“Jamie,” Regulus whimpered.
James smiled immediately.
Not a smirk. Not something cruel or cutting.
A soft, dazzled smile, as though hearing his name in Regulus’s wrecked voice was the sweetest thing James had ever been given.
“Yeah, sweetheart?” he asked, grinding in deeply enough to make Regulus’s breath catch. “I’m right here.”
Regulus’s hands curled around his forearms.
“Please.”
“Please what, pretty boy?” James cooed. His thumb brushed beneath one of Regulus’s eyes, gathering the tear that had escaped there. “Tell me what you need. You know I’ll give it to you.”
Regulus’s throat bobbed.
His legs slid higher over James’s shoulders as his body folded beneath him, tight and trembling and overwhelmed. James could feel every small flutter around his cock, every clench and desperate attempt to take more even while Regulus was already whining from how full he felt.
“Please don’t stop.”
James leaned closer, kissing the damp corner of Regulus’s eye.
“Wasn’t planning to,” he promised. “Not when you’re taking me so beautifully.”
His hips pressed forward again, slowly this time, making Regulus feel every inch of his cock sinking deep into his pussy.
Regulus cried out.
James kissed his cheek.
“That’s it,” he praised. “Let me hear you. You sound so fucking pretty.”
The sofa groaned beneath them, cushions shoved halfway off their frame. Regulus’s hands grabbed at him, one catching the back of his shirt and the other curling around his wrist as if he didn’t know whether he wanted to steady himself or drag James even closer.
James understood.
James always understood him.
Regulus liked to pretend he was difficult, untouchable and composed as marble. He liked his books stacked neatly, his essays submitted days before their deadlines, his tea steeped for precisely the right amount of time. He liked his hair styled into something that appeared carelessly perfect only because he had spent ten minutes arranging every curl.
He liked control.
He liked quiet.
He liked looking at the world as if it had personally failed to meet his standards.
James loved all of that.
He loved clever, cutting Regulus with his cold grey eyes and sharper mouth.
He loved tired Regulus curled beneath a blanket and muttering furiously about footnotes.
He loved sleepy Regulus pressing his cold feet beneath James’s thighs in bed.
And he loved this Regulus too.
Regulus soft beneath him, voice gone thin, all his cleverness overwhelmed by pleasure until he could think of nothing except James’s cock filling his pussy and James’s name falling helplessly from his lips.
“You spent all day studying, didn’t you?” James asked, his voice fond as he pressed Regulus deeper into the cushions. “My clever boy.”
Regulus nodded quickly, eyes shining.
“Worked so hard?”
Another nod.
James bent down and kissed him, slow and sweet even as his hips continued moving.
“I’m so proud of you,” he murmured against Regulus’s mouth. “Look at all those notes. Bet you forgot to eat again, though.”
Regulus gave a faint, guilty whine.
James laughed softly.
“Knew it.”
He kissed Regulus’s forehead, then the tip of his nose.
“Good thing I’m home to look after you.”
Regulus’s pussy tightened around his cock.
James’s breath hitched.
“Oh,” he murmured, his eyes darkening with affectionate delight. “You liked that.”
Regulus turned his flushed face away.
James caught his chin gently, guiding him back.
“Don’t hide from me, baby.”
Regulus looked at him through wet lashes.
James’s expression softened so deeply that something in Regulus’s face crumpled.
“There you are,” James whispered. “My gorgeous boy.”
Regulus’s lips trembled.
James kissed them.
“You wanted this, didn’t you?” he asked, rolling his hips slowly. “Wanted me to come home and find you looking all sweet on our sofa?”
“Yes,” Regulus breathed.
“Wanted me to kiss you?”
“Yes.”
“Wanted me to put my cock in your pretty pussy and make you forget all those citations for a while?”
Regulus sobbed out a tiny, desperate yes.
James groaned and pushed deeper.
“That’s my boy.”
Regulus cried out, his hands tightening around James’s shoulders.
James stroked his thumb over Regulus’s cheek again, never letting the thrusts turn careless even as his own breathing roughened.
“You’re doing so well,” he told him. “Taking such a big cock in that sweet little pussy. I know it’s a lot.”
Regulus’s eyes squeezed shut.
“It is,” he whimpered.
“I know, sweetheart.”
James kissed the tear sliding towards Regulus’s temple.
“I know. But look at you. You’re taking every inch.”
Regulus’s body trembled violently beneath him.
“Jamie.”
“I’ve got you.”
James pushed forward again, deep and firm, watching Regulus’s mouth fall open.
“That’s it,” he cooed. “Breathe for me. Nice and slow.”
Regulus attempted it.
The first breath collapsed into a whine when James’s cock dragged against something sensitive inside him.
James smiled, helplessly charmed.
“Close enough.”
Regulus gave another broken noise.
James couldn’t resist leaning down and kissing him again, swallowing the sound and soothing his tongue over Regulus’s lower lip.
“You’re so fucking lovely,” he murmured. “Do you know that?”
Regulus shook his head.
James paused.
Not completely. He remained buried inside him, cock held deep in Regulus’s pussy, but his hips stilled.
Regulus blinked up at him, dazed and confused.
James cupped his cheek more fully.
“You don’t know?”
Regulus’s blush deepened.
“Jamie—”
“No, sweetheart. Tell me.” James’s thumb brushed softly over his mouth. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”
Regulus looked overwhelmed by the question.
His fingers flexed against James’s shoulders.
James waited.
Regulus finally whispered, “You think I am.”
“I know you are.”
James kissed him once, gently.
“You’re beautiful when you’re glaring at me because I’ve moved one of your books.”
Another kiss.
“You’re beautiful when you’re half asleep and pretending you aren’t cuddling me.”
Another, placed against the tear-wet skin beneath Regulus’s eye.
“And you’re unbelievably beautiful like this, with your little pussy full of my cock and your pretty face all soft for me.”
Regulus’s entire body clenched around him.
James groaned.
“Fuck, Reg.”
Regulus whimpered, embarrassed by his own reaction.
James grinned down at him, openly delighted.
“My sweet boy likes being told how pretty he is.”
Regulus shook his head weakly.
“Yes, you do.”
James resumed moving, slowly drawing his cock back before pressing into Regulus again.
Regulus’s lashes fluttered.
“Look at that face,” James cooed. “You love it.”
“Jamie.”
“You do, don’t you?”
Regulus swallowed.
“Yes.”
“That’s it. Good boy.”
The praise struck Regulus like lightning.
His back arched away from the cushions, his head tipping backwards as a helpless moan escaped him. His pussy tightened hard around James’s cock, and James’s jaw clenched as pleasure punched through him.
“Oh, sweetheart.”
James sounded awed.
He bent over Regulus, peppering kisses along his jaw.
“You’re precious. One little ‘good boy’ and you squeeze me like that.”
Regulus’s face burned.
James kissed his cheek.
“Nothing to be shy about.”
Another kiss.
“I love what praise does to you.”
Another, directly over the damp track of his tears.
“I love every bit of you.”
Regulus made a fragile little noise and pulled James closer by his shirt.
James went willingly, lowering himself until their chests touched.
His work shirt was still half on, wrinkled and shoved upwards, smelling faintly of rain, cold air, sports hall rubber and the clean sweat of a man who had spent hours demonstrating drills. His hair remained damp around the edges. Without his glasses, his eyes looked darker and brighter at once, warm brown turned molten beneath the dim lights of the flat.
Regulus stared at him as though James were both the sun and the only shelter from it.
James noticed.
James always noticed.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Keep looking at me.”
Regulus whimpered.
“Love your eyes,” James whispered. “Love knowing I’m the one you’re seeing when you feel this good.”
Regulus’s breath shook.
James rolled his hips, cock pressing deep into his pussy.
“You feel good, don’t you?”
“So good,” Regulus managed.
James’s entire face brightened.
“Yeah?”
Regulus nodded.
“Tell me again.”
“So good, Jamie.”
“Good.”
James kissed his mouth with aching tenderness.
“That’s all I want. Want my baby feeling good.”
Regulus’s legs trembled harder across James’s shoulders.
James reached beneath one thigh and adjusted him carefully, supporting the weight instead of leaving Regulus straining to hold himself open.
“Comfortable?”
Regulus nodded impatiently.
James laughed softly.
“Such a needy thing.”
The words contained no cruelty. Only fondness, thick and honeyed.
Regulus’s cheeks turned pinker.
James’s smile widened.
“My needy little love.”
Regulus’s pussy fluttered around him.
James closed his eyes briefly, groaning.
“God, you like that too.”
Regulus tried to turn away again.
James covered his face in kisses until Regulus was breathlessly squirming beneath him.
“No hiding,” James said between kisses. “Not when you’re this adorable.”
“I’m not adorable.”
James stared down at him.
Regulus’s hair was tangled. Tears glittered in his lashes. His lips were swollen, his face flushed, his legs shaking over James’s shoulders while James’s cock remained buried inside his pussy.
James raised his eyebrows.
Regulus’s expression crumpled with humiliation.
James burst into quiet laughter.
“You’re the most adorable person I’ve ever seen.”
“Jamie.”
“Especially when you argue with me while taking my cock.”
Regulus whined.
James kissed him again, still smiling against his mouth.
“You’re perfect.”
He began fucking him more firmly, still controlled but deep enough that each thrust shoved Regulus against the cushions.
Regulus’s fingers dug into his shoulders.
James kept speaking to him, praise spilling freely between roughening breaths.
“There you go.”
A deep thrust.
“Taking me so well.”
Another.
“Such a perfect pussy.”
Another, angled carefully until Regulus’s eyes rolled half-shut.
“My beautiful boy.”
Regulus sobbed.
The sound travelled straight through James.
His grip tightened around Regulus’s thigh, not painfully, but possessively enough to keep him exactly where James wanted him.
“Was that too much?” James asked immediately.
Regulus shook his head frantically.
“No?”
“More.”
James’s expression melted.
“Oh, baby.”
Regulus’s face crumpled.
“Please, Jamie. More.”
“You can have more.”
James kissed his forehead.
“You never have to beg me like I’ll refuse you.”
Regulus gave a small, helpless whine.
“I like begging.”
James stared at him for a moment.
Then an affectionate grin spread slowly across his face.
“Yeah?”
Regulus nodded, visibly embarrassed.
“You like asking nicely for my cock?”
“Yes.”
James’s eyes darkened, but his voice remained soft.
“Then you can beg as much as you like.”
He thrust deeply.
Regulus cried out.
“But you need to know I’m giving it to you because I adore you.”
Another thrust.
“Not because you’ve earned it.”
Another.
“Not because you have to prove anything.”
James leaned close enough that their noses brushed.
“Because you’re mine, you’re beautiful, and I love making you feel good.”
Regulus stared up at him, eyes wet and unbearably open.
His mouth trembled.
“Jamie.”
James kissed him before he could say anything else.
The kiss was deep, hungry and loving. James’s tongue slipped into Regulus’s mouth while his cock moved steadily inside his pussy, each push making Regulus moan against James’s lips.
Regulus kissed back messily, desperately. His hands slid into James’s hair, holding tightly. He made tiny, broken noises into James’s mouth as though every thrust knocked another piece of language out of him.
James swallowed them greedily.
When he pulled away, Regulus followed him instinctively, trying to catch his mouth again.
James gave a breathless laugh.
“Oh, sweetheart.”
Regulus blinked at him, confused and needy.
“You want another kiss?”
“Yes.”
James kissed him immediately.
Regulus softened beneath him.
James pulled back only far enough to whisper, “You can always have another kiss.”
Regulus grabbed the front of his shirt.
James kissed him again.
Then again.
Then once more at the corner of his mouth as Regulus began laughing weakly through his tears, overwhelmed by the affection.
“There,” James murmured. “That better?”
Regulus nodded, panting.
“Good.”
James stroked his fingers through Regulus’s hair, carefully untangling a curl from his damp forehead.
“My pretty thing.”
Regulus’s eyes fluttered.
James watched his face as he dragged his hips backwards, leaving only the thick head of his cock inside Regulus’s pussy before sinking all the way in again.
Regulus gasped.
“It’s big,” he whimpered.
James’s eyebrows rose.
“What is?”
Regulus’s face reddened.
James gave him an encouraging smile.
“Tell me, love.”
Regulus’s fingers curled in his shirt.
“Your cock.”
“My cock’s big?”
“Yes.”
James rolled his hips slowly.
Regulus’s mouth opened around a weak cry.
“Too big for your little pussy?” James asked, his voice sweet despite the filthy words.
Regulus shuddered.
“Yes.”
James kissed his cheek.
“Poor sweetheart.”
Another slow thrust made Regulus whine.
“It’s a lot, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Jamie.”
“But you like feeling full?”
Regulus nodded.
“Use your words for me.”
“I like it.”
James’s face lit with approval.
“Good boy.”
Regulus clenched around him again.
James groaned, pressing his forehead against Regulus’s.
“That’s it. Such an honest boy.”
Regulus’s breath came in small, unsteady gasps.
James stayed close, watching every flicker of his expression.
“Do you want me to slow down?”
Regulus shook his head.
“Want me to keep fucking your pretty pussy?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
Regulus swallowed.
“Hard.”
James kissed his nose.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes, Jamie.”
James’s smile sharpened with desire, but there was still no meanness in it.
“Anything for you.”
He shifted his weight, took a firmer hold of Regulus’s thigh and began driving his cock into him harder.
The sofa thudded against the wall.
A book slid from the coffee table and hit the rug with a dull slap.
Regulus jerked at the sound, but whatever thought might have formed vanished when James angled his hips and thrust again.
Regulus’s whole body seized.
His thighs locked.
His breath disappeared.
His nails dug crescents into James’s shoulders.
James felt it immediately.
“Oh,” he breathed. “There?”
Regulus shook his head weakly, overwhelmed.
James slowed.
“No?”
Regulus’s mouth opened, but only a tiny squeak emerged.
James pressed against the same place again, carefully watching him.
Regulus sobbed his name.
“That’s it,” James murmured. “That’s the spot, isn’t it?”
Regulus nodded frantically.
James kissed his wet cheek.
“Thank you for telling me.”
He began fucking him there, deep and precise, every thrust aimed at the place that made Regulus tremble beneath him.
Regulus’s sounds grew louder.
Hiccuping whines. Soft, bitten-off cries. Desperate little pleas that kept returning no matter how much James gave him.
James loved every one.
“Beautiful,” he breathed.
Regulus cried out again.
“So beautiful.”
Another sob.
“My perfect boy.”
Regulus clung to him, his hands sliding beneath the back of James’s shirt, fingers pressing against heated skin.
It had been like this from the first time James had seen what Regulus looked like when he stopped pretending.
Addictive.
Sacred.
A door opening onto a room only James was trusted to enter.
Regulus had spent the afternoon surrounded by essays and deadlines, hair tied back carelessly, sleeves pulled over his hands, muttering about lecture slides and footnotes.
James could picture him perfectly.
Regulus curled in the corner of the sofa with one knee tucked to his chest, frowning at his laptop, forgetting to eat until his stomach hurt, making three cups of tea and drinking half of one.
Then James had returned from the academy, shoulders stiff from work, still carrying the echo of whistles and trainers squeaking against indoor flooring. The cold rain had soaked through the collar of his jacket. His thighs had ached from demonstrating the same drill one too many times.
Regulus had looked up.
That had been all.
One glance from beneath dark lashes, tired and soft and quietly pleased, and James had crossed the room as though gravity had shifted.
Now Regulus was folded beneath him, all his work abandoned, his composure scattered with the papers across the carpet.
James’s hand moved from Regulus’s thigh to his throat, not squeezing, merely resting there, thumb feeling the frantic flutter of his pulse.
“You’re safe,” James murmured.
Regulus nodded instantly.
“I know.”
The answer struck James harder than any cry.
His expression softened.
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
James kissed him deeply, relief and adoration tangled together.
“Good.”
He pressed their foreheads together.
“I’ve got you. Always.”
Regulus’s eyes filled with fresh tears.
James brushed them away.
“You go all soft for me,” he whispered.
Regulus nodded.
“Let me take care of you.”
Another nod.
“Do you like letting me make you feel this good?”
“Yes.”
James smiled.
“My clever boy doesn’t need to think about anything now, does he?”
Regulus swallowed.
“No.”
“Nothing except how good my cock feels in your pussy?”
Regulus moaned.
James kissed him.
“That’s right.”
He pushed deeply inside Regulus again.
“No essays.”
Another thrust.
“No deadlines.”
Another.
“No citations.”
Regulus gave a breathless, almost hysterical laugh that broke apart into a moan.
James grinned.
“Just me.”
“Just you,” Regulus echoed.
James’s gaze turned molten.
“That’s my boy.”
Regulus arched beneath him.
James groaned and buried his face briefly against Regulus’s neck, kissing the sensitive skin there while his hips continued their steady rhythm.
“Tell me what you need,” James whispered.
Regulus panted.
“You.”
“You have me.”
“Your cock.”
James smiled against his skin.
“You have that too.”
“Harder.”
James lifted his head.
Regulus looked humiliated by his own need, lips trembling and eyes glossy.
James kissed him gently.
“Good asking.”
Then he gave Regulus exactly what he wanted.
His thrusts became stronger, cock driving deeply into Regulus’s pussy while James held him securely against the cushions.
Regulus cried out.
“That’s it,” James praised. “Take it, sweetheart.”
“Jamie—”
“I know.”
“So deep.”
“I know, baby.”
James kissed his temple.
“Your sweet little pussy’s taking all of me.”
Regulus whimpered.
“Doing such a good job.”
The praise reduced him to trembling.
James watched with endless fascination as every kind word made Regulus softer.
“My good boy.”
Regulus moaned.
“My beautiful boy.”
Regulus’s pussy clenched.
“My precious little love.”
Regulus sobbed and grabbed James’s face, dragging him down into a desperate kiss.
James let him.
He always would.
His own breath grew rougher as pleasure began coiling tightly through him. He could feel his control growing thinner, but he never stopped watching Regulus.
Never stopped checking the colour in his face, the focus of his eyes, the shape of every sound.
When Regulus’s hands began moving restlessly, clutching James and pushing weakly at his chest only to pull him closer again, James caught both wrists gently.
Regulus froze.
James held his gaze.
“Want me to pin them?”
Regulus nodded quickly.
“Words.”
“Yes.”
James guided Regulus’s wrists above his head and held both in one hand against the sofa arm.
Regulus moaned immediately.
James’s smile was impossibly fond.
“You like feeling how much stronger I am?”
“Yes, Jamie.”
“Like knowing I can hold you still while I fuck your pussy?”
“Yes.”
James kissed his mouth.
“You’re so sweet when you tell me the truth.”
He began thrusting more deeply, his free hand braced beside Regulus’s head.
Regulus pulled weakly against his grip, not attempting to escape, only testing the certainty of James’s hold.
James kept him steady with ease.
“I’ve got you,” he reminded him.
Regulus relaxed beneath him.
“That’s it.”
James pressed a kiss against his forehead.
“You don’t have to hold yourself together. Let me do it.”
Regulus’s expression dissolved.
He began sobbing openly, each sound filled with pleasure and relief as James’s cock worked relentlessly against that sensitive place inside his pussy.
“Jamie,” he cried. “Jamie, please, please, I’m—”
“You’re what, sweetheart?”
“I’m close.”
James slowed.
Regulus made a devastated little sound.
James immediately stroked his thumb across the inside of Regulus’s wrist.
“Easy. I’m not stopping.”
“Please.”
“I know.”
James rolled his hips slowly, giving Regulus deep, deliberate pressure rather than the hard rhythm from before.
“I want to see you.”
Regulus blinked through tears.
James leaned down, kissing one damp eyelid and then the other.
“Open those beautiful eyes.”
Regulus obeyed.
James smiled at him.
“There you are.”
Regulus’s lips trembled.
“Please let me come.”
James’s cock twitched inside him.
“Ask me again.”
Regulus’s face crumpled.
“Please, Jamie,” he whispered. “Please let me come. I need it. I need you. I need your cock. Please.”
James’s breath caught.
Regulus looked so beautiful he almost hurt to see.
So open.
So sweet.
So trusting.
The rest of the world received Regulus Black with his cool eyes and clever mouth. They got the sharp edges, the careful distance and the expression that made people reconsider whatever foolish thing they had been about to say.
James got this.
This sobbing, shaking, gorgeous boy beneath him.
This needy voice.
This trembling little pussy wrapped tightly around his cock.
This complete trust.
James bent closer until his mouth brushed Regulus’s ear.
“You can come, my love.”
Regulus’s entire body seized.
James began fucking him harder again, every thrust deep and controlled as Regulus broke apart beneath him.
“That’s it,” James praised. “Come for me.”
Regulus cried out.
“Good boy.”
His back arched.
“There you go.”
His wrists strained helplessly in James’s grip.
“So beautiful.”
Regulus sobbed James’s name as he came, his body trembling violently, his pussy clenching around James’s cock in helpless waves.
James groaned, fighting to maintain his rhythm as pleasure dragged sharply through him.
He released Regulus’s wrists as soon as the tension left them.
Regulus’s arms immediately wrapped around his shoulders.
“That’s it,” James whispered, kissing his jaw. “Hold on to me.”
Regulus clung desperately.
James continued moving.
Not hard now.
Slowly.
Deeply.
Helping Regulus ride through every aftershock while kissing the tears from his face.
“You did so well.”
Regulus whimpered.
“So fucking well.”
“Jamie.”
“I’m here.”
Regulus’s body twitched with oversensitivity.
James slowed further.
“Too much?”
Regulus nodded, then tightened his arms when James began to stop.
“Don’t stop.”
James smiled gently.
“Need me to keep going?”
Regulus nodded against his neck.
“I can do that.”
James shifted his hand beneath Regulus’s back and held him closer, supporting his limp body while giving him slow, careful thrusts.
Regulus whined into his shoulder.
“Like this?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
James kissed the side of his head.
“My brave boy.”
Regulus’s fingers curled in James’s damp hair.
James angled his hips slightly.
The next thrust brushed that sensitive spot again.
Regulus let out a high, broken sound.
James immediately looked at him.
“There?”
Regulus nodded helplessly.
“Want it?”
“Yes.”
James’s expression softened with wonder.
“Even after coming?”
“Yes, Jamie.”
“You’re so needy tonight.”
Regulus squeezed his eyes shut.
James kissed his lashes.
“I love it.”
Regulus looked at him again.
“I love when you need me,” James whispered. “Love being the one you reach for.”
Regulus’s mouth trembled.
James pressed a gentle kiss there.
“I’ll never make you feel ashamed of that.”
Regulus’s eyes spilled over again.
James kissed every tear he could reach.
“There you are.”
Another kiss.
“My sweet boy.”
Another.
“I’ve got you.”
Regulus’s body went limp beneath him, every remaining shred of tension dissolving.
James’s pace gradually roughened as his own need began overwhelming him. His jaw tightened. The muscles in his arms flexed where he supported himself above Regulus.
The long day clung to him in scattered fragments.
Pitch lights.
Cold rain.
The ache in his thighs.
The sound of whistles.
Teenagers pretending not to hear instructions.
The walk home beneath a darkening sky.
The key turning in the lock.
And then Regulus.
Regulus on the sofa, looking up.
Regulus beneath him now, flushed and crying and perfect.
James cupped his face with one hand.
“Can you look at me?”
Regulus opened his eyes immediately.
James’s heart clenched.
“There he is.”
Regulus’s lips parted.
James brushed his thumb over them.
“Tell me who you are.”
Regulus trembled.
“Yours,” he whispered.
James’s rhythm faltered.
His eyes closed briefly.
Regulus saw it.
Even dazed and overstimulated, he noticed exactly what the word did to James.
His hands slid up James’s arms, holding him as though James needed anchoring too.
“Yours, Jamie,” Regulus repeated.
James released a strangled groan.
“My love.”
Regulus touched his cheek.
“Yours.”
James thrust deeply, his forehead dropping against Regulus’s.
“And I’m yours.”
Regulus’s face softened.
James kissed him.
“All yours,” he promised against his mouth. “Every bit of me.”
Regulus’s legs tightened weakly around him.
James’s control finally broke.
He buried his cock as deeply as he could in Regulus’s pussy and came with a harsh groan against his throat, his whole body tensing over him.
Regulus whimpered at the feeling, tiny and overwhelmed, fingers clutching James’s shoulders as James pulsed inside him.
James kissed his neck.
“Fuck.”
Another pulse.
“Regulus.”
His hips rocked slowly, carrying them through it.
“That’s my gorgeous boy.”
Regulus held him tightly.
James stayed buried inside him until his body stopped shaking.
For a moment, there was only breathing.
The rain.
The quiet hum of the flat.
The scattered notes.
The smell of sweat, rainwater, sofa fabric and Regulus’s shampoo.
James remained over him, heavy and warm, his face tucked into the curve of Regulus’s neck. His chest rose and fell rapidly.
Regulus’s hands stayed in his hair, trembling faintly, no longer tugging. Only holding.
James pressed a soft kiss to his throat.
Then another.
Then he lifted his head.
His face was flushed, curls tangled and eyes still dark with pleasure, but the moment he looked at Regulus, his entire expression softened.
Regulus stared up at him with parted lips, damp lashes and dazed grey eyes.
James brushed his thumb over Regulus’s mouth.
“Still with me?”
Regulus nodded.
James smiled.
“Can I have words, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Jamie.”
“Good boy.”
Regulus shivered.
James’s eyebrows lifted.
A slow grin spread across his face.
“Still?”
Regulus flushed.
James laughed softly and pinched his cheek with aching fondness.
“You’re unbelievable.”
Regulus looked away.
James kissed the cheek he had pinched.
“My lovely, sensitive boy.”
Regulus’s eyes fluttered.
“Jamie,” he mumbled.
“What do you need?”
Regulus’s fingers curled weakly in the front of his shirt.
“Don’t move yet.”
James’s smile turned warm.
“Course not.”
Regulus blinked, as though he had expected teasing.
James leaned down and kissed his forehead.
“I’ll stay exactly where I am.”
Regulus relaxed.
James stroked his fingers through his hair.
“Like being full of my cock?”
Regulus nodded shyly.
James kissed him again.
“Then you can stay full of me for as long as you need.”
Regulus made the smallest, sweetest sound.
James’s chest ached with affection.
“God, I adore you.”
Regulus hid his face against James’s shoulder.
James laughed quietly and wrapped both arms around him as much as their position allowed.
“Now you’re shy?”
Regulus refused to answer.
James kissed the top of his head.
“You weren’t shy when you were begging me to fuck your pussy harder.”
“Jamie.”
James laughed again, the sound low and delighted.
“Sorry, baby.”
He wasn’t particularly sorry, but he soothed Regulus with kisses until the embarrassed tension left his shoulders.
Regulus’s legs slipped slowly, trembling too badly to remain lifted.
James caught one carefully before it fell.
“Easy.”
He supported the limb beneath the knee and lowered it gently, pressing a lazy kiss against the sensitive skin there.
Regulus flushed.
James looked up at him with a smile.
“Beautiful.”
Regulus’s cheeks darkened.
James kissed his knee again.
“I mean it.”
His hands began massaging the tension from Regulus’s thigh, thumbs working carefully over the strained muscles.
“You did so well holding these up.”
Regulus watched him with softened eyes.
James moved to the other leg, easing it down with equal care.
“There.”
He bent to kiss that knee too.
“My poor baby’s all shaky.”
Regulus’s fingers tightened around James’s shirt.
James looked back at him immediately.
“I’m here.”
Regulus nodded.
James returned one hand to his face, brushing dark curls from his damp forehead.
“My pretty boy.”
Regulus breathed in shakily.
His eyes remained glassy, the desperation softened but not entirely gone, lingering in his parted mouth and the way his hands refused to release James’s clothes.
James traced his thumb lightly across Regulus’s lower lip.
Regulus opened his mouth without being told.
James went still.
His cock twitched weakly inside Regulus’s pussy.
Regulus’s eyes widened.
James stared at him with open adoration.
“Fuck.”
Regulus waited, flushed and obedient, lips parted around the tip of James’s thumb.
James stroked it gently over his tongue.
“Look at you.”
Regulus’s cheeks hollowed slightly as he sucked.
James groaned.
“My sweet, perfect boy.”
Regulus kept his eyes fixed on him.
James’s gaze turned heavy and soft all at once.
“You trust me so much.”
Regulus released his thumb with a quiet, wet sound.
“Yes.”
James cupped his face in both hands.
The answer seemed to undo him far more completely than anything else had.
He kissed Regulus slowly.
Not hard.
Not demanding.
Just deep and tender, pouring every ounce of devotion he had into the press of their mouths.
Regulus melted beneath it, fingers loosening from James’s shirt only to slide around his neck.
When James pulled back, he stayed close enough that their breaths mingled.
“I love you.”
Regulus blinked up at him.
His face was still wet with tears, cheeks hot, hair ruined and body trembling around James’s softening cock.
“I love you too,” he whispered.
James smiled as though he had been handed the entire world.
“There’s my boy.”
He kissed Regulus’s forehead.
Then each eyelid.
Then the tip of his nose.
Then his mouth again when Regulus made an impatient little sound.
James laughed against his lips.
“So needy.”
Regulus tried to glare.
The effect was weakened considerably by the fact that he was still lying beneath James with his pussy full and his arms wound tightly around James’s neck.
James’s smile grew impossibly fond.
“There he is.”
Regulus’s glare wobbled.
“My sharp little prince coming back to me.”
Regulus’s expression softened despite himself.
James stroked his cheek.
“You don’t have to come back too quickly.”
Regulus watched him.
“You can stay soft with me.”
Something fragile passed across Regulus’s face.
James kissed it away.
“I’ll look after everything.”
Regulus exhaled slowly and let his head sink deeper into the cushion.
James stayed above him, warm and solid and careful.
His thumb traced soothing circles against Regulus’s cheek.
“You’re so beautiful when you need me,” he murmured. “Beautiful when you cry. Beautiful when you beg. Beautiful when you’re clever and difficult and pretending you don’t want to be held.”
Regulus’s lips trembled.
James smiled.
“And especially beautiful when you’re looking at me like that.”
Regulus swallowed.
“Like what?”
“Like you know how loved you are.”
Regulus’s eyes filled again.
James kissed him before the tears could fall, soft and lingering.
When he drew back, his forehead rested against Regulus’s, his grin tender and his voice barely louder than the rain.
“That desperate look on your face suits you so very well, Regulus.”
Regulus gave a shaky breath.
James stroked his cheek.
“But this soft one suits you even better.”