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Regulus nodded a head in thanks to Sirius. His older brother sunk the cork back into the bottle of wine he had used to refill Regulus’ glass. Sirius, slightly wobbly with drink, sauntered over to his golden-haired boyfriend and plopped himself dramatically in Remus’ lap. Regulus groaned and rolled his eyes, staring instead at the fireplace in front of him, confident that burning white-hot images of flame into his vision would be preferable to observing his brother and his boyfriend fawn over one another.
Regulus was currently surrounded by couples, Sirius and Remus on his right, James and Lily on his left, with only the taste of a nicked bottle of his parent's elf wine on his lips. Pettigrew was also there, on his way to being passed out, slouching over on their shared couch and sinking far too deep into Regulus’ personal bubble for his liking.
Remus giggled and Regulus risked a glance over to see Sirius running his hands through his boyfriend’s curls and peppering kisses to his neck. Scoffing, he turned his entire body away from the couple, feeling queasy. He brought his feet up on the couch, strategically using them to push Pettigrew back to his side of the two-seater, where he flopped over and sleepily curled up on the left armrest.
Behind Peter’s head, he caught Lily’s eye. She was currently tucked up on the floor, leaning against the seat of the chair James occupied, his legs spread and resting on either side of her, boxing her in. She held his eye as her lips took on a slight curl that made his stomach flip. He shifted uncomfortably as she leaned back against James’ left thigh, her hand coming up to caress long strokes down his leg, still staring into Regulus’ soul.
Regulus’ face heated with a sudden flush and he immediately brought his glass to his lips and shifted his gaze again to the fireplace, hoping she hadn’t noticed the red cresting his cheekbones. After a long sip, he risked a glance back at her and she was still staring at him. The smirk that had been playing at her lips stretched almost wickedly, Regulus thought to himself. His embarrassment was only a result of his chronic third-wheel status, not any illicit feelings he harbored for his brother’s best friend’s girlfriend, surely not.
When Sirius had left Hogwarts only a few short months ago, he purchased a flat in London with his money passed down to him from a distant uncle who had died. Despite having mostly ignored his brother and his ridiculous friends while they were all at Hogwarts, the bedroom and the escape from Grimmauld Place Sirius had offered him was too tempting to pass up. The catch was that Regulus had spent the last three months being woken up by raucous laughter, eating meals ‘family style’, and being dragged into inadvisable jaunts around Europe in search of serotonin and trouble.
It was only now, in his last few weeks before returning to Hogwarts for his final year, that he may have started to admit to himself that he, perhaps, had been having fun, and was defeatedly soaking up every moment of chaos he could before he went back to school, alone.
Not that he expected his life here to go anywhere anytime soon. Sirius and James were still ‘figuring out their passions’, which Regulus knew to really mean ‘fucking around until the money runs out’. Pettigrew had gotten an entry-level job in the ministry, working as a courier for The Daily Profit, and both Lily and Remus had decided to enroll in muggle universities in London so they might get a "more well-rounded education."
Pettigrew still lived with his parents, unable to move out to London on his measly Ministry salary, but still flooed into Sirius and Remus’ flat every day at 5:00 pm without fail. Lily and Potter had a flat nearby, which James said was for proximity to Lily’s school, but Regulus knew was more a result of James’ pathological inability to be more than 50 meters from Sirius at any time.
Regulus and James had never had an easy relationship, despite being in each other’s lives for nearly seven years. Regulus had decided early on that he didn’t like James and how easy it was for James and Sirius to laugh together, appearing more like brothers than Regulus and Sirius ever had. He was also insufferably good-tempered, like he had never had a bad day in his life. He also had an annoyingly sharp jawline and perfectly mussed curls. It wasn’t fair that someone could hide his eyes behind glasses and still have the most intensely, soul-searchingly, heart-wrenchingly beautiful stare. But that was fine. He was a prat, an obnoxious Gryffindor, his brother’s best friend, and the only feelings he had towards James were those of resentment.
It wasn’t until he got to know Lily that Regulus’ opinion of James started to shift. She was perfection in every way. She had a dangerous beauty that anyone could see, but, unfortunately for Regulus and his hatred for James, a pure, kind, and intelligent soul to match. She was the one who actively sought out Regulus in the flat when they first moved in and Regulus had attempted seclusion from the revelry, feeling awkward and unfamiliar. While most of Sirius’ friends were content to carry on as they had done at school, Lily would engage him in every conversation, explain every inside joke, and ask him questions that no one ever had before. He gravitated towards her during every meal, and every outing, finding comfort in the easy nature of her company.
It wasn’t long until his appreciation for her turned into something deeper, and his heart turned cold at the reality of coveting a taken woman. Not just any taken women, at that, but his brother’s ridiculously attractive best friend’s girlfriend. It was quite the predicament. Thoughts of them together crept into his mind late at night while he touched himself in the privacy of his own room. He groaned into his pillow at the thought of James getting on his knees for her, feasting on her, making her scream. Of thoughts of Lily, straddling James’ thick quidditch thighs and sinking down onto his hard cock, her long red hair cascading down her back. He would yell in ecstasy, releasing on his stomach, wishing instead that they were taking him together with their mouths.
It didn’t help that Lily seemed to be actively encouraging his suffering, draping herself all over James while staring down Regulus at every opportunity. Kissing him with a passion that was usually reserved for private spaces, encouraging James’ handsy behavior, and letting him rub her arse for far longer than appropriate. Regulus had almost grown accustomed to the half-hard cock he eternally sported whenever he was around them.
He wasn’t the only one who had noticed the excessive PDA from James and Lily, as they were told to get a room by Sirius on more than one occasion. This was rich coming from his ‘flirt of Gryffindor tower’ brother, who in contrast was, gratefully, much tamer in his public displays with Remus.
No one had talked in a few minutes, having settled into a comfortable silence due to the draining of drinks and the late hour. Lily, however, did not seem quite as drowsy as the rest of the group. Her ministrations of James’ leg became more attentive, dipping her hand below the hem of his loose-fit trousers and trailing a nail up his bare skin. James’ eyes, which had been resting delicately shut, flew open and teeth caught his bottom lip as he bit down softly in surprise. Regulus nearly let out a moan at the sight but was able to restrain himself knowing he still had Lily’s eyes on him.
“James, honey?” James threw his head back against the back of the couch, clearly enjoying Lily’s attention.
“Mmmh, yes, dear?” Lily’s smile grew, relishing in the effect she was having on him.
“How about a song?” James’ eyes were closed as his head rested against the plush upholstery but a smile cracked at his lips.
“Why, I think that’s a fabulous idea, Evans.” Lily patted his leg before standing up, allowing James to extract himself from his chair and make his way to the adjacent corner of the large sitting room they were occupying, seating himself at a baby grand piano Sirius had insisted was necessary “for the aesthetic”. He sat gracefully on the bench, looking quite at home behind a set of keys, and began to play a soft and sweet tune. Lily tucked herself into James’ vacant chair, swaying her head to the music, her eyes still holding Regulus’. The tune shifted into a familiar jaunt, one with a bit more drama, a symphony for the heartbroken.
“James you devil, you,” Sirius exclaimed and Regulus could hear Remus’ groan of frustration when he recognized the song. Sirius rose from Remus’ lap and held his hand out expectantly. “Up you get, Moony.”
“Why, James, must you do this to me?” Remus reluctantly let himself get pulled away from the fire and into the middle of the room, wrapping his hands around Sirius’ waist as they started to sway to Sirius’ favorite of James’ surprisingly vast musical catalog.
“You need the practice, Moony, if you ever expect yourself to dance with your husband at your wedding,” James replied. “Black ceremonies are incredibly formal.”
Remus spluttered, his eyes growing wide as Sirius just chuckled and tucked his head into Remus’ shoulder.
“Watch your mouth, Prongs,” came the muffled response from the crook of Remus’ neck. “Or you’re getting uninvited”.
“Can’t very well uninvite your best man, but I do enjoy a good threat,” James bantered.
He was cut off by an indignant noise from Remus who nearly shouted, “We’re not even engaged!”
“And you won’t be if you don’t learn how to loosen your hips, Moons.” Regulus watched James having entirely too much fun behind the safety of his piano as he brought his glass to his lips.
“Oh don’t worry about that, he’s much better with his hips than he looks.” Regulus nearly sprayed red wine all over the green velvet couch. He choked and spun around, ready to curse out his foul-mouthed brother before Lily interrupted.
“Leave them alone, James, Sirius is a beautiful enough dancer for the two of them.” She paused, looking wistfully at Sirius and Remus swaying together. “I won’t lie, I wish I had someone to dance with like that.” She exhaled, with a bit too much theatrical drama for Regulus’ liking. She was clearly going somewhere with this and he didn’t expect it to be anywhere good. “I love that James is the musical maestro of our group but it’d be nice to split him in two so I could enjoy both the music and the dance.” She gave an exaggerated sigh and dropped her head into her cupped hands. She had been watching Sirius and Remus sway, before taking a long pause and shifting her eyes over to Regulus suggestively.
Absolutely not.
“Hey Regulus.” A surge of heat shot from his core to his lap, as it always did when his name left her lips. He forced himself to keep eye contact, despite feeling the heat creeping up his neck as well. “I bet you dance like that too, don’t you? Growing up with Sirius, and all, probably shared a dance teacher?”
“Oh Regulus is even better than I am, the little prat. Naturally graceful and good at everything. Honestly, have you ever worked a day in your life, Regulus?”
“Just because I make it look easy doesn’t mean it is,” Regulus spat, shooting a scathing look over at his brother.
“Seeing as I’m a bit tied up over here,” James nodded at his hands moving swiftly over the pearly keys, “Mind doing me a favor and indulging my very subtle girlfriend, mate?” Regulus caught James' eye quickly, registering the slightest nod towards his Lily before shifting to her, spotting the roundest, most pathetically adorable, expectant gleam in her eye.
Regulus let out a very audible sigh and slowly rose from his chair, hoping to discreetly adjust his trousers so his prick, which was unwittingly swelling with the anticipation of having Lily touching him, would not draw unwanted attention.
Regulus crossed the three strides to where Lily was still sitting, extending his hand for her to take. He passed a fully knocked-out Pettigrew, who, much to Regulus’ disgust, slept with his mouth open, drool seeping onto the gorgeous green velvet upholstery. Lily took Regulus’ hand as he bowed gently for the sake of dramatics, and pulled her up and onto the dance floor. He held the hand that enclosed hers up in the air, his other hand sliding tentatively down her side to rest just above her hip. He kept her at a professional distance and guided them into a slow two-step.
She giggled and sunk into his hold on her, staring down at their feet, trying to keep up with the pureblooded gentleman holding her.
He tipped his head down to her ear and whispered, the wine encouraging him to let himself steal a moment with her, his lips brushing her ear by a hair. “You wanted a dance with Regulus Black, then a Regulus Black dance is what you’ll get.” He wasn’t sure if it was the flicker of the fire in the dimly lit room, but he could have sworn he saw her cheeks flush as she averted her gaze.
They swayed gracefully for a few minutes, Lily picking up the steps quickly and teasing him by attempting to take over leading from him. He simply tightened his hold on her waist, daring himself to let his hand slip just a little lower, feeling the swell of her hip beneath his fingers and savoring the excuse to get familiar with the shape of her.
James eventually switched songs, and Remus let out a sigh of relief. “Alright, that’s my duty done.” He pulled away from Sirius, taking his hand and pulling him in the direction of the grand doors. “Bed, babe?”
“If you insist, love.” Sirius reluctantly let himself be dragged from the room, nodding his head at James, “Thanks for the song, Prongs.”
“Anytime, Padfoot. You know how badly I want that wedding to happen.”
Remus groaned again and pulled Sirius out of the room with more fervor. Sirius cackled wickedly, which roused Pettigrew, his head appearing over the back of the couch.
“Oh, shit,” he squealed. “What time is it?” He popped off the couch and scurried around looking for his wand.
“Half three, Wormy,” James responded.
“WHAT!? I have work in five hours, I have to g-”. He was swept away by a swirl of green fire before he even completed the sentence.
“James,” Lily chided.
“Yes, dear?” James had his eyes closed and he was swaying his head to the music.
“It’s most certainly not half three, it’s barely past midnight.”
“Oh, I know,” James smiled to himself. “But a panicked Peter is a funny Peter.” Lily rolled her eyes and looked back up at Regulus, her brilliantly green irises stirring the butterflies in his stomach.
“That’s still pretty late…” Regulus trailed, suddenly feeling slightly awkward about being alone in a room with James and Lily, his hand wrapped around the latter and a half-hard cock growing in his pants. “Maybe we should also-”
“One more song?” Lily cut him off, shifting slightly closer to him. “You don’t mind, do you, James?”
“Not all, babe.” His eyes were closed and Regulus couldn’t decide if that made him feel better about the situation. It was one thing to be turned on by dancing with a beautiful woman, another thing entirely to have her boyfriend watch it happen.
“And we dance it the Lily Evans way.” Which apparently meant a simple slow dance, as Lily extracted her hand from his and wrapped both around the back of his neck. His free hand absentmindedly found her other hip, settling there naturally. They were much closer now, the weight of her wrists on his neck pulling him slightly down to her. He could hear every breath she took, noting that they came quite quickly, despite the relaxed pace of their dance. Her eyes flicked down to his lips and back up again, and Regulus wondered silently to himself when this torture would end.
James’ next song was even slower than the last, and he made a showing of infusing an obscene amount of passion into the keys, the sights and sounds of which alone could have gotten Regulus halfway to his release. Lily took his moment of distraction as an opportunity to move even closer, pressing her chest to his and readjusting her hands so one played lightly with the curls that brushed the nape of his neck. What the hell was she playing at? There was little chance that in this position, she hadn’t noticed his tenting trousers. It was horrifyingly clear that he hadn’t had an opportunity to tuck himself into his waistband earlier. But if she felt anything amiss, she made no attempt to adjust, and he allowed himself to revel in the feel of her pressed against him, if only for a moment.
She unhooked one hand from his neck and made a ‘come hither’ motion with one finger, urging him to drop his head and she leaned up to his ear, returning the chaste brush of his lips against her ear from a moment ago.
“You’re so beautiful, Regulus Black.” Regulus’ body went rigid, unsure he had heard her correctly. She continued to press herself into his rigid form as she looked expectantly up at him. He pulled back, only slightly, to look at her, searching for jest, for he was surely at the receiving end of one of their cruel pranks.
“What?” Was all he could manage.
“I said,”– she dropped her gaze to his lips again and back up before continuing–“you’re so fucking beautiful, Regulus Black. So beautiful I could kiss you.”
His brain was short-circuiting. She was clearly under the Impirius curse, or someone was impersonating her with Polyjuice Potion... He had a feeling she flirted with him for sport, but this, this was a line being crossed and he didn’t know how to handle it.
“But,” he stuttered, tongue heavy as lead in his mouth. “What about James?”He couldn’t bring himself to look over at the piano, where an oblivious James was still engrossed in his playing, completely unaware of the betrayal spoken from his girlfriend’s lips.
She smiled up at him, a smirk forming at the corner of her mouth. “He thinks you’re beautiful too.”
At that, he ripped his eyes from Lily and searched out James. He was, in fact, very aware of the conversation taking place, and fucking smiled at Regulus when they caught eyes. James gave him a slight head nod and continued his dance with the keys. Regulus knew now that this had to be a joke, there was no way in Salazar’s hell that this was happening right now, it couldn’t be.
Lily gently tucked a finger against Regulus’ chin and directed his gaze back down to her. “This is probably a long shot,” she said softly, a slight waver in her voice, “but James and I have been talking, and we like you Regulus. You don’t have to decide anything now, but I want you, and James wants you, and we’d like to try if you’re up for it-” Regulus swallowed the rest of her rambling sentence with a fierce kiss.
Lily responded instantly, opening her mouth and accepting his lips as they moved between hers. He dropped his hands lower, spreading them out against her lower back, dangerously close to the top of her arse, and pulled her tighter to him. He could feel the pressure of her stomach against his now fully rigid cock and she moaned into his mouth as she squirmed against it. Her hands went into his hair pulling and threading at the curly black strands, crushing his face against hers.
After a few savored moments, he reluctantly broke the kiss, looking up at James, bracing himself for the series of hexes that were surely headed his way. But none came. James was smirking, his eyes half-lidded and dark with arousal. His gaze was locked on the couple, flitting back between each of their faces, and then suspiciously low to where their bodies were connected. All the while James continued playing as if nothing were amiss, and his best friend’s brother hadn’t just sucked the soul out of his girlfriend through her mouth.
“I’ll take that as a potentially interested response then,” Lily giggled, the blush very visible on her cheeks, spreading down her neck and beneath the collar of her shirt. Regulus noticed for the first time that she was not wearing a bra, and her nipples were prominently erect and poking through the thin silk of her blouse. Oh, how he wanted to drop all decorum and rip her shirt clean in half. But, despite her enthusiastic participation in the kiss, he didn’t know yet where the boundaries were and didn’t want to push his luck.
“Oh I don’t know about that, does this feel potentially interested to you?” He dropped his hands even lower, feeling the swell of her arse beneath them, and delicately thrusting his erection into her again.
“Oh, Merlin,” she cried out, her eyes going wide in surprise at her own exclamation. “Please,” she surrendered, “I need you.” Regulus looked up at James one more time, looking for any hint of regret or violence on his face. Finding none, Regulus yielded to his desire, bringing his lips down to hers briefly before fully grasping an arse cheek in each hand, hoisting her up so she could wrap her legs around him. Lily squealed in delight, quickly peppering soft kisses all over his face, before reaching his lips again and slipping her tongue into his mouth which he accepted eagerly.
He walked them a few short paces towards James, depositing her gently on the closed lid of the baby grand piano. She kept her legs wrapped around him and started pulling at the buttons on his shirt, never breaking their kiss. He helped her on her mission, stripping his top half bare. She finally broke the kiss so she could sit back and observe him unabashedly. It was not the first time Lily had seen him shirtless, the boys often ended up in various states of undress during particularly intense games of two on two quidditch, but every time he had caught her looking she quickly averted her eyes. Now her eyes were locked on his lean, seeker’s build, abs contracting as he attempted to steady his rapid breathing.
“Fucking hell, you’re phenomenal,” she admired. Regulus blushed, he wasn’t used to people verbalizing compliments towards him, particularly not ones laced with such heavy desire. Regulus snuck a glance at James, whose gaze he did not catch as James too was solely focused on staring at Regulus’ naked chest, and the generous tent in his trousers.
Emboldened, he turned his attention back on Lily. “Your turn, beautiful.” She blushed and went to the top of her buttons. “Tut tut,” Regulus scolded, brushing her hands away. She quirked an eyebrow at him as he found the seam where the buttons secured the shirt, and grasped each side with a hand. He pulled in opposing directions, ripping the shirt clean open, and sending buttons flying.
Lily gasped, her bare chest suddenly exposed to the cool air. Regulus hardly took a moment to admire her perfectly plump chest, before diving down and latching his mouth to a nipple. She cried out in pleasure, her back arching and pressing herself further into his mouth. He sucked without abandon and took the nip in his teeth, biting down gently in a motion that made her scream. Her legs twisted tighter around his waist, pulling him closer and connecting their centers. Regulus ground his hips against hers, panting into her chest as he fondled her breast with one hand and ran his other down her hips, playing with the waistband of her jeans.
He asked a question with his fingers, pulling suggestively at the button, and taking the zipper in his hands.
“Yes, fuck yes, please, Regulus, please” she whined. He grinned around her nipple, giving it one last suck before switching to the other side and bringing both hands to help rid her of her jeans. He wasted no time, pulling both her trousers and her pants down in one fluid motion, leaving her completely naked and panting, sprawled out on the piano her boyfriend played, as her lover looked down on her with hunger in his eyes.
Regulus finally took a moment to savor her. He stepped back, stripping her of all stimulation, leaving her a writhing, horny mess against the shiny black lid of the piano. His eyes dropped from her face, with her mouth open and panting, to her hard nipples and full breasts, down her stomach, and to the crux of her sex, partially hidden behind a neat trimming of amber hairs. He could already see her glistening with anticipation, and his cock twitched in his trousers, begging for relief. It was not time for that yet, though.
“Beautiful, isn’t she?” James remarked, glancing between Regulus and Lily, who whined at the compliment.
“Absolutely breathtaking.” Regulus tore his eyes away from her cunt for a moment to look at James. “What do I have permission for?” He didn’t mean to sound so pathetically desperate, but very little blood was left in his brain to help maintain composure.
“Anything she consents to. She is yours, enjoy it.” He winked at Regulus and then looked down at the keys as if nothing untoward was happening whatsoever. Regulus was grateful for the moment, James' eyes on him made everything that much more intense. He was sure he’d cum in his pants if James kept looking at him like that. Instead, he leaned back over Lily who was reaching for him. As soon as he was within reach she snaked her fingers over his back, digging her nails into the soft flesh and dragging, a light warning to not leave her waiting.
“I’m going to feast on you, and I want you to scream my name as you cum on my tongue, can you do that for me?” He looked at her as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She pressed her chest against him again, breathing a heavy sigh, nodding enthusiastically.
“Yes please, fuck me with your tongue. I need you so badly, Regulus.” He growled as another wave of pleasure went straight to his throbbing cock, and he dipped his head, running kisses down her neck, her chest, her stomach, and her thighs, dancing around her center but refusing to give in quite yet. She groaned and wriggled underneath him, and he had to latch his arms around her thighs to keep her in place as he continued to attack her skin with quick, searing kisses. “Please stop teasing, I need you, I need you right now.”
“Your wish is my command, princess.” He smirked, blowing lightly on her clit before diving in. Lily screamed an indecent number of vulgar words as Regulus flicked a flat tongue against her. He explored her most intimate area, running his tongue up and down the length of her, winding between her pretty pink folds. His hands rested on the backs of her thighs, pushing them wide to allow him even more access. She moaned and threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling gently, pulsing in time with his attention on her clit.
“More, Regulus, please.” Her voice was higher than he had ever heard it, breathy and panting. He tore himself away from the sweet nectar of her cunt for a moment, watching her writhe on the piano as her mouth hung open.
“You’re so pretty when you beg, Lily.” Her hips bucked up at him, seeking out his mouth. “Use your big girl words, what do you want me to do to you?” He dragged his fingers gently over the sensitive spots on the inside of her thighs, causing her legs to jerk uncontrollably beneath him.
“Your fingers, please, Reg. Fuck me with your fingers.”
If Regulus happened to look into a mirror at that moment he would have seen a smile reaching from ear to ear.
“That, I can do.” One hand continued to play with her cunt delicately, while the fingers that trailed along her thigh began to make their way up her body slowly. Teasing at her breasts before gripping the soft flesh and kneeding her with his palm. “I might need a little help. Would you help me, Lily?” He pulled at her hard nipple, tweaking it gently, enticing a moan from his naked companion.
“Yes, anything.” She rushed out. Her hand going to play with her other breast, matching Regulus’ ministrations for a moment before he withdrew his hand and placed his fore and middle fingers against her lips.
“Suck on these for me.”
Lily’s eyes widened briefly before eagerly opening up and reaching to capture the entire length of his them in her mouth. Her lips closed around him and he sighed, imagining it was his cock he was feeding her, involuntarily thrusting his hips against the piano. Her tongue danced across the sensitive skin of his fingers, pulling them gently between her teeth and sucking hard.
“That’s it darling, get them nice and wet for me.” She nodded, eagerly lapping at his fingers as he thrust them ever so gently in and out of her mouth.
Regulus noticed that the piano music had shifted slightly, hearing only a one-handed melody without any backing chords. He looked up at James who was staring at him intently, his mouth slightly open. Regulus peaked lower and could see James’ free hand palming himself, his hardness evident through his trousers.
Regulus bent down and spoke gently against her ear. “Your boyfriend is touching himself while watching us, love, what do you think of that?” Lily only moaned in response, the vibration sending a shockwave of pleasure up Regulus’ forearm. “What do you think? Can you give him a show, love? Can you come on my fingers while James watches?” She nodded ferociously and he gently extracted his fingers from her mouth.
“Yes, please, I want to show him how good you make me feel.”
“I think we can make you feel even better,” he murmured, as he pressed one finger against her opening, sweeping in shallow circles, warming her up. Lily melted into him.
“Fucking hell Regulus you’re such a tease.” She cried out, almost angrily, thrusting her hips up to meet his finger, trying to take him deeper.
“Patience, love, shall be rewarded,” and despite the smirk on his face and the pleasure he got at seeing her unravel before him, he finally gave her what she was so desperate for and inserted his finger up to the third knuckle in one thrust.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, yes, right there, oh fuck Regulus,” Her moans were so loud now they echoed off the tall ceiling of the sitting room. He pushed into her with vigor, having sufficiently warmed her up she was dripping wet and eagerly taking him into her. He dropped his mouth to her sex again, gently lapping at her clit. “OH FUCK!” Her hips came entirely off the piano, thrusting herself into his face. He chuckled into her, pulling back briefly so as to not bring her release too quickly; this was a moment he wanted to savor.
He withdrew his finger, deaf to her protests, and brought it to his mouth, sucking her juices off his long slender digit. Two pairs of eyes and two sets of jaws dropped open at the sight as they watched Regulus wrap his tongue around his pointer finger and suck Lily’s essence off of it. He had never considered himself a showman before, but watching them watch him was one of the most erotic moments of Regulus’ life.
“You taste like heaven, love.” He smiled as a whimper escaped her. He shifted his eyes over to James. “Want a taste?” James looked ready to find his own release, his brow slick and his face red. He leaned forward over the keys as Regulus reached out his hand, and they connected over Lily’s head, giving her a front-row seat to watching her boyfriend suck her cunt juices off his best friend’s brother’s finger.
James released Regulus’ finger with a pop. “She tastes even better when I'm licking her off you.” Regulus was suddenly propelled into the end stages of his own arousal at those words. He pulled his hand back and, finding her opening, thrust two fingers inside her this time. Regulus kept James’ eye contact as he finger-fucked his girlfriend on the piano that had since been abandoned.
Regulus watched as James’ hand reached into his pants, tugging at his member and sighing openly at the contact. Regulus brought his free hand to his own belt, making quick work of it and pushing his trousers and pants past his thighs, almost crying out in relief at his cock being freed. He switched hands then, using the fingers wet with Lily’s slick to pull at his prick, starting a quick pace that was destined to only last minutes. James had pulled out his own cock and Regulus gasped at the size and length of him as he pumped his fist. His mouth watered at the sight, desperate for a taste.
Feeling his impending release, he dropped down to Lily’s cunt and licked at her clit, swirling his tongue around the bulging nub. Lily cried out and he could feel her walls pulsing around him, pulling his fingers deeper, and knew she was close. He kept up the assault on her clit, driving her steadily higher and higher, her pants coming quicker and quicker as she finally found her release, legs wrapping around his neck, thrusting her hips into his mouth and clenching around him and crying out in ecstasy. The sensations and sounds were too much for Regulus and he came, spilling all over the carpet underneath the piano. He heard a long grunt from the keys and knew James had finished too.
Breathing heavily, he rested his cheek against Lily’s thigh, slowly pulling his fingers from her and tracing delicate circles into her skin. Nobody spoke for a moment as they collected their breaths, basking in the afterglow of a shared three-way orgasm.
Lily was the first to move, she gingerly sat up, pulling Regulus’ head up by the chin to meet hers and looking him deep in his eyes. “That was incredible. Thank you, Regulus.” She leaned in and kissed him. He returned the kiss, feeling life return to his cock at the knowledge that she could taste herself on his tongue. She pulled on his hair, breaking the kiss, and motioned for him to move back so she could hop down from the piano. Regulus helped her find her feet, suddenly embarrassed that his pants were around his ankles and his cock was out.
Lily gave him a once over, lingering on his member and licking her lips. She tore her gaze away and walked around to the other side of the piano to greet James, who had somehow managed to pull himself together and tuck away his dick. She gave him a long, deep kiss, pressing the entire length of her naked body against his, and he enveloped her, running his hands over as much of her as he could touch. Regulus’ cock twitched watching the two lovers touch each other.
When they finally pulled apart Regulus could see James’ crotch had begun to tent again. Lily grabbed James' hand and pulled him towards the door. Figuring this is where he’d be dismissed, Regulus busied himself with pulling up his trousers and refastening his belt. It wasn’t until he was finished and looked up that he realized they were hovering at the door, holding hands but looking back at him.
“Well?” Lily asked.
“Aren’t you coming?” James finished, holding out his free hand, beckoning Regulus forward. “We’re not done with you yet.”