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"Oi Potter."
James turned at the voice, met with black locks that fell just scraping the nape of his neck, eyes that felt like oceans he could surely drown in. The way his smirk tugged at his cheeks and made James force down a blush.
"Yes? Are you bored, need someone to drive to the edge of insanity?"
The eyebrow cocked up with a delicate arch, "Not insanity, but I could drive you to the edge of something else."
James rolled his eyes, pushing back the slight arousal coursing through him. "Are you serious?"
"No, that's my brother." He glanced down the corridor, ensuring it was empty as he tugged on the red tie inches from him. James let out a quiet gasp as he was yanked towards the slytherin in front of him. Reg grinned, tilting James' chin up with the tip of his index finger, letting his lips hover over the Gryffindor's, who was still seemingly trying to form a response. "Witty remarks never really were your thing, were they?"
James let out a breathy laugh, pressing his lips against the younger boy's, partly to shut him up. Regulus smiled against his lips, gripping the tie slightly tighter as he was backed into an alcove.
"Amour, we're in the corridor." His breath sent shivers down James' spine, the French making his heart flutter, as it always did. Even two months into their relationship? hookups? it still drove him mildly crazy.
"And no one's around." He mumbled back, letting his hands fall to the black locks.
Reg smiled, pulling back to rest his head against the other’s forehead. "The room of requirement exists for a reason, or dorm rooms. There's a vast number of places where we can do this. "
James merely laughed, letting his finger trail along the slytherin's lips as they stood against each other, soft smiles painting their features, letting each other’s warmth wrap around them as the time stretched out.
Reg let out a soft hum as the bell signalling dinner rang out. "We should probably go."
James sighed softly, pecking his lips lightly before pulling away. "Meet me on the quidditch pitch after dinner so I can beat your ass?"
"In what way?" He raised his eyebrow with a slight smirk playing across his lips.
James snorted, whacking his arm lightly as he winked, letting his legs carry him away to the great hall whilst Regulus straightened out his breathing and followed him in, heading over to his friends.
***
"James, where were you?" Si asked, stuffing a forkful of mashed potato into his mouth whilst Remus rolled his eyes at his boyfriend.
"You eat like a dog-" He muttered, holding back a soft smile.
James laughed, "he is a dog and I was just taking a nap." He let his eyes drift to the slytherin table just for a second.
Sirius pouted indignantly, "whatever, you missed me beating Pete and Rem at chess."
"You did not." Remus and Peter chorused.
"I did too!!"
"You don't even know the rules." Moony hummed, sniggering at Si's obvious attempt to win over his best friend.
"I do. James, who do you believe?" Sirius said with a grin.
James hesitated, "usually I'd take your side, Pads, but it's chess. So them-"
Siri glared at him, muttering angry French as he pushed more food onto his plate. The others laughed, falling into their normal chatter.
***
Regulus leant against one of the goal posts, running his fingers through his hair as he waited for James to show up. The messy locks strutted over, an easy grin playing on his lips.
"Hey, sweetheart."
Reg smiled, "salut, amour. How was dinner?"
"Apparently Si thinks he can magically play chess, but other than that, relatively normal." James hummed, brushing one of the black locks behind Reg's ear.
"Wow, what a way to ruin the mood - talking about my brother." He said, a joking undertone dancing along his words.
James shrugged, "I know a way to create it again." He wrapped his hand around the slytherin's waist, pulling him flush against him.
Regulus smirked, glancing down at him, "it's cute when you try that. Try growing first, cheri."
"I am two inches shorter." He said indignantly.
"Two and a half."
"I make up for it." James muttered with a growing grin, lifting his eyes to meet Reg's.
"I'm well aware." He hummed, pressing their lips together with a smirk, hands knitting in the back of James' jumper and pulling it over his head before kissing him again.
He let the jumper drop to the floor and their kiss deepened, hands trailing along each other as they muttered sweet nothings into their lips. James pulled back first, inhaling slightly heavily.
He grinned, moving to kiss his neck. "So quidditch, or a different form of workout?"
Reg hummed, "what else do you have in mind, cheri?"
James shrugged, teeth grazing his collar bone with an impatient hum. Reg grinned, backing into the changing room with James following close behind, lips latched to his skin at every step they took. He ran his hands down James’ shirt, undoing the buttons as he went, hands grazing the muscles as his skin was steadily bruised by his lover's lips.
Reg pushed the shirt off, letting it fall to the floor as he pushed the Gryffindor against a locker. James let out a slight gasp as his chest was attacked by mildly cold lips, threading his hands through Regulus' hair, then down his chest, pulling his shirt off with a grin.
"I much prefer this to quidditch." James muttered in soft gasps, feeling the vibrations of a laugh echo against his chest.
"Hmm, me too. Either way you get to ride something." He grinned as James let out a soft gargle.
"Reggie, shut up-"
Reg smirked, running his hands down the other’s thighs. "Make me, amo-" His voice broke off as James lowered his hand, palming over his crotch with a grin, a quiet gasp breaking through his lips.
He felt Reg's breath stutter against his skin as he rubbed his hand over the far too expensive fabric. He hummed, unzipping them and pushing them down along with his boxers. He dropped to his knees, kissing up the slytherin's thighs with a smirk, watching as the younger struggled to maintain his composed demeanour above him.
James let his smirk dance over his lips as he kissed up his shaft with light motions that made the slytherin squirm above him, hands buried in the locks that were luckily messy anyway.
"Merlin, James." The words left his lips in a rush of air as the brunette's lips enclosed around his length, chocolate eyes trailing up to meet ice blue.
James’ eyes glinted as if he were grinning as he hollowed his cheeks, bobbing his head slightly causing Regulus to bite his lip to hold back a low groan. It continued that way for what seemed like forever, James swirling his tongue and sucking whilst Reg struggled to hold back moans because Merlin be damned if he was the first to moan.
He was though, hand buried in the Gryffindor's hair as he let out a guttural moan, cursing beneath his breath as his lover continued his exquisite form of torture. Regulus let his head fall back, breaking eye contact in a moment of sheer pleasure that weakened every ounce of sense he had. James loved when Reg was like this, when he let his guard down, his chest rising and falling in uneven torrents as sweat slicked hair fell over his eyes. He was beautiful when he came undone, well he was always beautiful but especially when he was like this.
The slytherin choked out a warning before he came, hand gripping the hair with a tightness that made James moan around him before swallowing with a practised motion. He heard the breathing slowly even out above him as he pulled his head back, grinning up at Reg with a mostly smug smile. Smug and something that felt a little bit too much like affection for his liking.
The piercing blue eyes that seemed almost light enough to dust the wings of angels met his again. “Somehow you keep getting better at that.”
James let out a soft snort, “well practice does make perfect, sweetheart.” Reg raised an eyebrow, holding back a look of hurt as James scrambled to continue his sentence, a reassuring smile gracing his lips, “practice with you, moron.”
“I knew that.” The defensive tone in his voice would have made James snigger if it wasn’t for the lips that came crashing down on his as he was pulled to his feet, head tilted to meet the sharp jaw and lips which always surprised him with how soft they were. Black pulled back slightly so his breath hovered between their lips as he spoke, “besides I’m still better.”
“Always so cocky, why don’t you prove it?”
Regulus met his eyes, his own glinting at the challenge as he tugged the gryffindor’s trousers down without letting his gaze drop as his hand danced over the boxers he was met with. James’ face contorted in slight pleasure before he collected himself, stubbornness setting into his features as he held eye contact. His lip drew between his teeth almost without thinking as he held back a gasp when the slender fingers dipped under the waistband of his boxers, trailing along his shaft in a delicate motion that made him feel as though he would melt.
The icy blue vanished as he dipped his head, planting kisses along the other’s chest, fingers never stopping their tortue as he worked his way down the toned body. The older boy let out a stunted breath as his boxers were tugged down, lips grazing his pelvic bone with a satisfied hum. James had to force himself to stay still when the other's breath hovered over his shaft, when those fingers wrapped around him with the sort of slowed motions that made the Gryffindor feel like he would shatter.
Reg had never been one to give in easily but when he heard the reluctant gasp of a plea from above him he resolved that he had no choice but to give the older boy anything he wanted. He flashed his eyes upwards to watch the face he only liked, nothing more, contort with pleasure as he took his length into his mouth. James' sharp intake of breath appeared to be all he needed to convince him to hollow his cheeks and begin sucking his lover until he had become a mess of broken gasps and restricted moans.
James could hardly hold back his moans as he buried his hands in the black locks. He let out a low groan, muttering a warning before his high crashed over him, his lover choking slightly before regaining his control and swallowing the load. The Slytherin pulled his head back as the hands in his hair relaxed slightly, rising to stand and press the other back against the lockers in a kiss that fell somewhere between soft and heated.
James hummed into the kiss, hands falling to the other's shoulders as he let himself relax against the body he knew so well. The kiss slowed to a mingled exchange of breath, lips barely touching as they let their heads hang together. They stood there, in a comfortable silence that seemed to envelope them in a familiar sense of safety, for what felt like a lifetime and merely a second all at once.