“You trying to get me in trouble?” James asked, pressing Regulus into the brick wall of the building. They had only been at the bar maybe an hour, but James’ tolerance had worn thin almost instantly before he inevitably snapped. Between one breath and the next, he was grabbing Regulus by the wrist and yanking him outside.
“No,” Regulus mumbled, mouth partially blocked by James’ hair as he continued pressing against him, mouthing at his neck now, licking up the column of his throat.
“No?” James repeated, indignantly, pulling his head away just enough to see Regulus’ face. “Your incessant flirting suggests otherwise.”
Regulus laughed, the sound turning into a moan as James began nibbling at the space where his neck and shoulder met. “Just wanted a drink,” he admitted, voice breathy.
“I can buy you as many drinks as you want,” James all but growled against Regulus’ flesh, “but not if you land me in jail, baby.”
“Jail, hm?” Regulus asks, tone light. “For my honor?”
“Oh, shut up,” James bemoaned before hoisting Regulus up higher, letting him wrap his legs around James’ waist. If Regulus was going to be a flirt when James took him out to the bar, he would just have to remind Regulus who he actually belonged to.