September 1- School words:987
@jegulus-microfic nsfw
The argument started, as too many to count did, with Barty.
“Potter, you’re properly obsessed aren’t you? At this rate you’re going to eat his face off” James doesn't stop his offence against the skin of his jaw but Regulus feels him quietly laugh into it, and throws Barty a dirty look.
Evan rolls his eyes “Look at them, they always do this. And then abandon us not one hour into the night to go do each other”
That wasn’t entirely true. He and James were perfectly capable of holding a full conversation when they were with their friends, no matter how much the other served as a distraction, thank you very much. However, it wasn’t completely false either.
James currently halfway in his lap and mouthing at the side of his face isn’t doing much to help their case, probably.
“Is he always this touchy?” Barty laughs.
Regulus pulls at James’ strands of hair slightly, his mouth curving at the vibration it causes against his cheek. He doesn’t turn to look at him but can feel his eyes on his face, burning and half lidded, waiting "Don't pay them any mind, Reg" but Reg's favourite thing is messing with James.
“Always had trouble keeping his hands to himself” he tells Barty, barely keeping from protesting when James pulls back a little.
"Oh? I seem to recall a certain someone following me around school just desperate to kiss me. Or was that someone else I'm confusing you with?" James' mouth curves with a wicked gleam. No one knows just how truly careful and calculating James Potter can be with his words when he wants. And these ones sink into Regulus' skin with an unbudging grip. It does not, unfortunately, go unnoticed by Barty and Evan, who promptly crack up "idiots. One is too clingy and the other is too jealous"
But James only has eyes for him. The next words get whispered against his skin
"Come on, babe, tell them how truly desperate you are for me. Remember our first kiss? You were trembling so hard–" their first kiss, also happened to be Regulus' own first. And he had been as anxious as he had been excited about it. Desperate, though? No such thing. Absolutely–
"You think I want it more than you?" Unfortunately for James, inexperienced he is no longer, and when he pulls at his hair this time, it's hard enough to border on James' favourite kind of pain. He bears his neck and shows his teeth with a grin.
Regulus already knows the next words that are going to come out of James' mouth, and he can't help but want to make him regret them "Wanna bet?"
"Baby, fuck–" Regulus keeps moving forth and back on his cock, being in no rush to speed up his movements, despite his pleading boyfriend under him.
"Please, please,please" and Regulus smiles. It works on almost everything else but this. Here, Regulus likes the control, likes the power of denying him what he needs.
And he's more inclined to, considering that James has been denying him what he needs for almost a week now. Regulus will have no more of it. It ends tonight.
He pushes on James' chest harshly when he tries to stand up and sweep an arm around his waist "You know how this works Jamie" he clicks his tongue "Don't make me take out the collar"
"please, just– make me come this time, yeah? Please–" he moans loudly, and Regulus thinks he must be all sort of sick to enjoy watching his boyfriend sob so much. Here's another fact. They want each other too much, and it became quickly apparent that cutting sex would be just on the side of too much. So they hadn't. Regulus, however, had put his own creative spin to it. It was the fourth day in which James hadn't been allowed to finish. Regulus would always stop at the precipice of it, finishing himself off before rolling away, in fear he would lean down to kiss him in the height of it all. But Regulus isn't heartless.
"you know what you have to do, James"
With that, he stops entirely and gets off his lap, slapping away James' grabby hands who reach for him wanting to pull him back. Laying on the furthest side of the bed, ignoring James groaning from behind him, Regulus smiles to himself. No part of them is touching but he knows it won't be so for long.
Soon James is sliding along the bed, pressing them close together, his hard cock grinding against him.
"You're evil. I hate you" he says, mouthing at his shoulder and neck. He knows he has already lost when Regulus allows his to raise his leg slightly and slide into him once more. He pants into his neck, but Regulus isn't yet satisfied.
James thrusts in harder. Regulus turns his head so they're nose to nose. "Show me how much"
The kiss is open mouthed and frantic and wonderful. James is biting at his mouth and pulling it down, before licking into it delightfully.
"You win" he says breathlessly, clinging into him closer, and Regulus knows he's close.
He throws his hand back, catching on his shoulders, pressing his nails in. James hisses and comes. Maybe Barty was onto something. Regulus might be just the tiniest bit possessive "Don't I always?"
"It was so hard to keep away from you, baby" James says against his lips, turning him around and drawing him further in, smashing his face to his. Regulus smiles knowingly. The sex is great but James struggled with abstaining from casual intimacy in their day to day life, leaning in to kiss him goodbye before work without realising he's not supposed to do that.
"I love you so much, Reg"
Regulus smiles "I know"
"Shut the fuck up" James laughs and pulls him under the covers once more.
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