the one where james has to bath a tipsy regulus prompt by @star4daisy
“Please stay still.” James laughed at his very tipsy lover.
Regulus had his eyes closed and swayed slowly from side to side. James attempted to steady him by holding his arms. “Love, I’m going to undress you and then get you in the shower, is that okay?”
A sweet and quiet "mhm" left Regulus' lips. He fumbled with his shirt buttons, but after a minute of struggling to undo the first one, James intervened.
“You are so smart and good with buttons,” Regulus declared. “Too good, actually. Have you done this many times?
“What, unbutton your shirt?” James gladly responded to Regulus' drunken questioning.
"Yessss," Regulus drawled, his words elongated in that unmistakable tipsy way he'd always denied once sober. James finished unbuttoning the shirt, gently sliding it off one arm at a time. He leaned in, placing a soft kiss on Regulus' chest, then started unzipping his pants.
"Wow, Potter. You should buy me dinner first," Regulus quipped, laughing at his own joke.
"I have done exactly that, and apparently, more than enough wine too," James replied with a chuckle.
Once Regulus was undressed, James gently guided him into the bathtub, the water set to the exact temperature he knew Regulus liked. Taking care of Regulus came naturally to him. Every new detail that Regulus shared, James attentively listened, making sure he will always love him correctly.
Carefully, James began washing Regulus' hair, his movements tender and delicate. He softened as he watched Regulus relax under his touch.
"You're good at this too, Jamie," Regulus murmured.
"Thank you, love," James replied, rinsing his hands and delicately wiping away the shampoo threatening to drip into Regulus' eyes. Regulus purred contentedly at the gesture.
Then, he took Regulus' favorite shower gel and began scrubbing him softly. As he worked, James pressed soft kisses all over Regulus' body, unfazed by the taste of soap on his lips. There were moments when Regulus would chuckle and tell him that his kisses tickled, prompting James to kiss him even more until the chuckles turned into full laughter, filling their bathroom.
As James turned to reach for the towel, Regulus grabbed his shirt and pulled him back.
“Baby, wha—” James started, but it was too late. He tumbled into the bathtub, fully clothed. Regulus burst into laughter and playfully splashed water to ensure James was completely soaked. James stared at him, taking in the sight of the dark, wet curls, the droplets of water on Regulus' face, the curve of his mouth, the veins in his neck, and the pink of his lips. He allowed himself to savor every detail of the moment.
Regulus' cheeks flushed under James' lustful gaze. James extended his arm and gently touched Regulus' lips, tracing them with his index finger before slowly moving his hand to hold his chin. Regulus melted under his touch, leaning into James' palm with a contented sigh.
“You’re a bit wet,” Regulus pointed out, chuckling to himself at the understatement.
James laughed with him and leaned in closer to whisper, “Now it’s time for you to shampoo my hair.”
Regulus pouted. “But I’m drunk.”
“You should’ve thought about that before pulling me to the bath with you, love.” James’ voice was tender.
“Okay, I’ll try my best.” He promised.
Regulus got closer and began undressing him. James was delighted to be touched by Regulus—he always was. His boyfriend was attentive in his own way. He didn’t quite catch the shampoo before it got into his eyes, but he was gentle when untangling James' hair.
After his drunken attempt to shower James, they stayed there, their laughter prompted simply by silly looks.
“You look quite good naked, has anyone told you that before?” Regulus teased.
“Okay, love, time for bed,” James announced as he stood up. He grabbed a towel for Regulus and wrapped him. He looked like an angel, a precious being that James had the honor of taking care of.
James dried himself up and pulled the human burrito close to him, his arms wrapped around him.
“Thank you, Jamie.” Regulus whispered into his chest.
“It was my pleasure, love.” He meant it. He always did.
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