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Regulus’s POV:
“Oi, Regulus!” I hear behind me as I walk to the changing rooms. I turn around, only to be met with a sweaty, grinning James Potter. “What?” I snap, giving him my fiercest glare. “Maybe Slytherin would actually win if their Seeker took his eyes off of me for once.” he smirks, and the urge to slap him has never been this strong. “Don’t flatter yourself, Potter. You’re delusional if you think I want to look at you. The only reason I look is to see if you’ve fallen from your stupid broom yet.” I seethe, the insult sounding better in my head. Whatever.
“That was cute.” he chuckles. “Why are you so keen on making me miserable all the damn time?” I snap. “Because you let anyone get you all riled up.” he laughs. “I do not.” I defy. “If you we’re actually as smart as you claim to be, you’d know to have thicker skin.” he shrugs, and I feel the anger surge to the tips of my fingers, begging me to hex his smug face. “And if you we’re actually as great as you claim to be, Lily Evans wouldn’t be as repulsed by you as she is, but alas, she and Severus seem pretty smitten.” I smirk, watching the rage flicker in his eyes. Before I know it, he’s pushing me harshly against the wall, his face inches from mine when he punches the wall directly beside my head.
He says nothing, just breathing heavily as he glares at me. “Who’s getting riled up now?” I snicker, ducking out under the cage of his body, smirking as I head to change. I definitely won that one. “Why do you two hate each other so much?” Sirius sighs deeply when I enter the changing rooms. “It’s hard not to hate someone as arrogant as James Potter.” I scowl, wrapping myself in a towel before heading to the showers.
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I’m sitting at the window of the common room, reading my book when a voice that I shouldn’t be hearing right now booms from the door. “Come on, Reggie, you’re going out tonight.” I hear Sirius call out, before my book is snatched out of my grasp. “How’d you get in here?” I glare at him, trying to steal my book back, but he lifts his arm above his head. “I paid Barty twenty galleons.” he shrugs, “That’s not important. I’m over your superiority complex, so you’re going to the Gryffindor’s Halloween party.” he’s grinning, making my scowl deepen. “I didn’t know you to be so delusional.” I comment, sitting back down when I finally get my book back.
“Come ooooon!” he whines loudly, earning multiple hateful stares. “Sirius, get out of here.” I snarl, opening my book back to the correct page. “Not until you agree to come tonight.” he says, sitting down on the floor. “You’re such a child!” I yell at him, trying to chase him off, but he just sits quietly on the floor, like a defiant child throwing a tantrum. “I’m serious, get out.” I say. “You’re not Sirius, I am.” he laughs, and I groan, having heard that stupid joke millions of times in my life time. “How do you still find that joke funny?” Evan groans, slamming his quill down on the table he’s studying at.
“Because it is.” Sirius says, crossing his arms. “To a moron, maybe.” I comment dryly, earning a few snickers. “Your constant arguing with your brother is so annoying.” a third year Slytherin groans. “Maybe I’d take you seriously if you weren’t still waiting for your first baby tooth to fall out.” I roll my eyes, laughing when he frowns. “He’s a child, Reggie, leave him alone.” Sirius groans. “Who are you calling a child?” the little boy shoots back. “I’m trying to defend you here, kid.” Sirius gasps, playfully clutching his hand to his chest. “You’re so stupid.” the child groans, walking away, ironically, like a child. “As much as I’ve loved your visit,” I say sarcastically, “I am growing very annoyed, so leave.” I say, but Sirius just shakes his head. “Not until you agree to come tonight. I will drag you there if I must.” Sirius gives me a stern look, his right eyebrow cocked. “Haha, good luck.”
A few hours later I walk down my common room stairs, groaning when I see Sirius sitting at the foot of the steps. “What are you doing?” I question, beyond frustrated. “Come on, Reggie, you’re smart enough to figure it out.” he smirks. “Stop calling me that.” I snap, kicking his side annoyed, as I walk to a table. “Ow.” Sirius glares, a mask with a skull as well as a beanie in his hands. “Come on, Reggie. Come to this party, and I won’t ask you anything for the rest of the month.” Sirius says pleadingly. “The month ends at midnight, genius.” I glare, sitting down, ready to do my potions homework. “Fine, you leave me no choice.” Sirius sighs dramatically, making me roll my eyes. “Are you finally leaving?” I ask. “Quite the opposite. Get him!” Sirius calls out, and suddenly I’m bombarded by Barty, Dora and Marlene.
The two girls grab my arms as Barty lifts my legs, suspending me in the air. “Let me go!” I shout, fighting against their grip. Sirius pulls the beanie over my head, much to my dismay, leaving the front parts of my hair resting against my face before he hooks the mask over both of my ears. I’m glaring at them as they march out of the common room, literally carrying me to the party. “Sirius, let me go!” I yell, my voice muffled against the mask as I try to kick myself out of their grasps, but they just tighten their hold on my body. “I’ll just leave as soon as we get there!” I say, but Sirius turns around in front of me, walking backwards down the hallway.
“Our bouncer is going to make sure you don’t leave.” he’s grinning, and when I’m carried into the Gryffindor common room, I see a tall, well-built Hufflepuff standing guard at the door. “You’re so insufferable.” I snap with a huff, brushing imaginary dust off my shoulders when I’m finally put down. “Have fun for once on your life.” Sirius groans, walking away to grab a cup with I’m assuming alcohol in it. I groan when Barty and my friends pull me to the table, too, shoving a drink in my hand. “Let loose, for once.”
“Why is everyone insulting me today?” I roll my eyes, begrudgingly taking a sip from my cup. It’s actually not too bad, and I find myself taking a second and third sip. I turn to see all of my friends gone, and I can’t remember what their costumes were. Great.
I stumble through the crowd, trying to find a corner to stand in until this whole thing blows over, readjusting my beanie when I reach the other side of the common room. I watch over the crowd as they dance, quickly finishing my drink. When a few Gryffindors I know hate me walk past me and, to my surprise, wish me fun, I start to see how well disguised I am. Maybe I can let loose. Just a bit.
I go get myself another drink again when one of my favourite songs starts blaring. I feel a soft buzz in my head when I make my way to the centre of the dance floor, feeling the music in my hips. I start dancing, rolling my hips as I let my hands roam over my chest.
James’s POV:
“Who’s that?” I ask to Remus when I see someone on the dance floor, their body standing out among the crowd as though there were a spotlight on them. “No idea.” Remus shrugs, too busy staring at Sirius. My eyes are glued to the movement of their hips, their hands sliding up their chest before they lift their arms, smiling brightly as they let the music take control. I don’t even notice that I’ve walked towards them until their back is pressed against my chest. I slot my hips into place with theirs, dancing with them. Their hands come down and wrap around my neck, pulling my head down next to their ear. I smell an amazing cologne when my nose grazes his neck, his hips grooving into my crotch. “And who may you be?” I whisper seductively. He turns around, his face covered in a beanie that’s slipped down to his eyebrows and a skull mask, his eyes burning into mine.
I see him trying to decipher who I am, but my intricate ghost make-up and fake blood on my face makes me almost unrecognizable. “Why take the fun of the mystery away?” he purrs into my ear, his eyes crinkling in a way that lets me know he’s smirking. “I like that.” I smirk, turning him around again, pushing his ass into my crotch as our hips roll against each other. He leans his head back against my shoulder, his left hand holding onto the back of my neck as his right hand takes mine, placing it low on his stomach. I place soft kisses on his neck as our bodies move together, smirking when I hear his soft moan.
“You wanna get out of here?” I ask, and he turns to look at me, smirking. “I’m not that easy.” he laughs, walking away. I try to follow him, but someone crashes into my side, stealing my attention away. “James, is that you?” I hear Lily’s giddy voice, but when I look up, my mystery boy’s gone. I frown, trying to find him, but he was pretty short, the crowd his perfect cover-up. “Dance with me.” Lily laughs, and she looks stunning, but I find myself not interested. Much to my surprise. “Maybe later.” I smile at her before walking away, looking for him at the drinks table. I see him standing against the wall with two other people, laughing as he drinks from a new cup. I smirk, walking towards him. His eyes snap to look at me, his friends’ eyes following until they’re all staring at me.
“I found you.” I smirk, letting the sharp tips of my canines rest atop my lips. He’s looking up at me, a smirk clear in the crinkle of his eyes. “You found me.” he smiles, grabbing my hand and dragging me back into the crowd. He’s dancing through the crowd, holding my hand above his head as he walks me to a secluded corner, and I find myself following him like a lost puppy. The corner is dark and I can’t see anything, completely relying on the feel of his body. The music is a loud pounding behind us, but I can hear him clearly, feeling his breath on my ear. “Are you just going to stand there or are you going to kiss me?” he asks, and when I lift my hand to his cheek, I feel no mask. I smirk as I trace my thumb down, grazing his bottom lip.
I pull it down, grinning to myself when I hear his breath hitch. I lean down, stopping half an inch away from his lips, letting him know I’m right here. He eagerly closes the gap, and I groan when his soft lips kiss mine. I urgently kiss back, one of my hands settling around the side of his neck as the other grabs his hip, pulling his body against mine. He groans when his chest hits mine. My grip on his hip tightens when he bites my bottom lip, pulling back. We’re both desperately trying to catch our breath as our hands roam over each other’s bodies. I can’t wait anymore, crashing my lips onto his again, squeezing his ass softly as I slip my tongue into his mouth. He gasps into the kiss, pressing himself back into my hand, and I squeeze his ass again, a bit harder this time.
“So fucking sexy.” I groan against his lips when he moans into my mouth. His hand ghosts over my crotch, drawing a strangled gasp from my bruised lips. I feel his lips on my neck as his hand massages over my rapidly growing cock. “Fuck.” I groan, placing one hand next to his head against the wall. “Can you stay quiet for me?” he asks, making my dick throb. I nod my head, forgetting he can’t see me. “Y-yes.” I stutter, scolding myself for it. When I feel his presence in front of me disappear, I’m about to turn around and try to catch him, but when I feel a soft kiss on my clothed erection, a pathetic moan leaves my lips, understanding that he’s on his knees. His right hand cups my cock, the other sliding up and down my thigh. I feel a tug on the button of my jeans, internally cursing. “You want my cock, hmm?” I ask teasingly, feeling his cheek press against my upper thigh as he nods. Fuck, I wish I could see him right now. I realize that I’m about to let who knows who suck my cock, but I’m so turned on, that I can’t bring myself to care.
I hear the zip of my pants, feeling the pressure on my cock lessen before it increases, his hand squeezing me firmly. “Oh, fuck.” I moan, leaning my head against my forearm. “So big.” he moans, placing kisses over my clothed dick, and I feel myself leaking into the fabric of my boxers. The tips of his fingers softly trace along the edge of my boxers, hooking into the fabric before letting it snap back against my skin. It takes all my strength not to pathetically whimper. “Can I?” he asks softly, and I almost don’t hear him. “You can do whatever you want.” I admit, closing my eyes tightly when I feel him pull me out of my boxers. A groan bubbles from my neck when he firmly grips me, pumping me teasingly slow, and I feel a shock of pleasure course through my body. “C’mon, baby. Be a good boy and suck me off.” I whisper, but I don’t expect to immediately feel the incredible heat of his mouth around my shaft. He takes me as far as he can, eliciting moans and gasps from me as his tongue expertly flicks against my throbbing tip.
“Fuck, so good.” I praise, my heart beating crazy when a moan vibrates through my dick. My knees fucking buckle when his hand tugs softly on my balls. “Just like that.” I moan, trying not to cum too quickly, but his skilled tongue makes me focus on random things as I try to distract myself as to not cum. “I can’t wait to taste you.” he purrs, kissing up along my spit-soaked shaft. “Continue like this and I’ll be cumming in your pretty mouth very soon.” I moan, letting it come out breathless. His hand twists as he pumps the part of my cock he can’t fit into his mouth. Intense pleasure is coursing through my veins, the tip of my cock repeatedly slamming into the back of his throat. I let out a deep groan, seeing white when my orgasm is triggered by him gagging on my dick.
I coat his mouth and throat with my thick cum, and he eagerly sucks every drop from me. He stands up, smashing his lips onto mine, his tongue sliding against mine. A bit of my cum is still on his lips, making my senses heighten when I taste myself for the first time. No one’s ever kissed me after sucking me off, and the lewd act makes my cock twitch, blood rushing south as I start growing again. I feel his hands tuck me back into my boxers, before my jeans is zipped up and buttoned. We’re lazily making out, his hands coming up to wrap around my neck. “Reggie, there you ar- Whoa! James! Get away from my brother!” Sirius yells, tugging me back. My eyes widen when I register what he just said. I look up to see Reggie in front of me, illuminated by the glow of Sirius’s wand.
“James?!” he yells, his voice laced with disgust. “Regulus?!” I stumble backwards, trying to process what just happened. “Oh my fucking God!” Regulus screams, storming off, and the anger and disgust in his words stabs deep into my stomach. “What the fuck were you doing sucking on my brother’s face?!” Sirius yells, shoving me hard. “I didn’t know it was him, I swear.” I say, eyes wide, arms lifted in surrender. My eyes focus on the skull mask on the floor as Sirius cusses me out. “Thank Merlin I found you before your cock got into his mouth!” Sirius snaps, storming off. Yeahhh. Oh fuck. Reggie just sucked me off. And I fucking loved it.
I storm up the stairs, all but crashing into my dorm, stumbling to the bathroom, still high on the ecstasy of my orgasm. I lean onto the sink, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I try to make sense of what just happened. My best friend’s little brother, the person I spend every day teasing and mocking, just sucked my cock, and let me cum in his mouth. Our intense kisses flash in front of my eyes, and I feel like I’m stupefied. My body is frozen as memories blur my brain and stir my cock.
-
I can’t sleep. I’m tossing and turning all night. Every time I go to close my eyes, his sharp blue eyes are looking back at me. “Stop being so fucking loud.” Sirius groans from my right. I see him lying in Remus’s bed, the werewolf’s arm draped over his abdomen. “I can’t sleep.” I whisper back, staring at the roof of my four-poster bed. “Here.” I hear Remus whisper, handing me a small, white pill. “I used to struggle falling asleep, too.” he explains. I gratefully accept it, chugging it down with the water on my nightstand. It takes me twenty minutes or so to finally start feeling the tug of sleep, and I welcome it gladly.
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I sit up in my bed, panting loudly as my hand clutches my chest. I look around frantically, seeing that I’m in my dorm, in my bed. Sirius and Remus are snoring to my right, and Pete is sleeping peacefully to my left. I exhale sharply, feeling beads of sweat trickle down my back. I jump from my bed, grabbing a spare change of clothes as I head to the bathroom. I change into my backup pyjamas before grabbing my invisibility cloak, sneaking out of my dorm and down the common room stairs. I open the painting gently, creeping out into the hallways. I aimlessly wander the corridors of Hogwarts, lost in thought. Stop thinking of him. I scold myself, but the wet dream I had of my face between his thighs keeps replaying in my head, and I think I’m going crazy when I feel the phantom tug of his hand on my hair.
“Ow!” someone shouts, crashing into my chest. “What the fuck?!” I hear, seeing Regulus on the floor, looking around. “Have I gone bloody mad?” he whispers, and that’s when I remember I’m invisible. Oh, I’m about to have so much fun.
“Reggie…” I whisper softly next to his ear, grinning when he jumps back. “Who’s there?!” he whisper-shouts, clutching his wand to his chest. “Admit it, Reggie. You miss my kiss.” I purr, watching his eyes widen. “I’m going crazy. He’s not there.” he mumbles, covering his eyes with his hands. “You miss my cock in your mouth.” I coo, loving every second as he looks around frantically. “It’s not real, he’s not here…” he keeps repeating quietly. “You miss me so much.” I chuckle. “I don’t!” he says loudly. “You do.” I’m smirking so fucking hard, but I do notice the stir in my cock. Maybe I’m going mad, too.
“I don’t! I fucking hate him.” he snaps, hitting the side of his head. “Yet you can’t get my cock out your mind.”
“I’m not thinking of him!” he groans. “Then why are you hearing my voice right now? You’re so desperate for me that you’ve started hearing me when you’re alone.” I tease. His eyebrow cocks up, and I’m not fast enough to dodge his arm as it snaps out, grabbing my cloak. My eyes widen as he rips it off my body. He stands up furiously, eyes wide as he looks at me. “I-” I start, but he slaps me, hard. My cock twitches, and I hope he can’t see the bulge in my sweatpants. “You’re a fucking psycho!” he shouts, shoving me hard.
I lunge towards him, grabbing his arm before turning him around, pushing his chest into the wall. My mouth is right next to his ear when I whisper “I can’t stop thinking of you.”
“F-fuck off, Potter.” he snaps, trying to wiggle out of my grasp, but my grip on his hands behind his back tightens, pushing him harder into the wall. “Your mouth felt so good around my cock, Reggie.” I teasingly moan into his ear, watching his eyebrows shoot up before he shakes his head. He’s back to glaring at me. “Let. Me. Go.” he hisses, his voice dripping with venom, and I groan at the way my cock is throbbing against my boxers.
I press my erection into his lower back, watching the way his eyes widen. “Look what you do to me.” I purr, relishing the way he gulps. “James-”
“That’s right, say my name, baby.” I tease, placing a soft kiss against his neck. He lets out a soft moan, his lips sealing tightly when he registers what just happened. “You can’t deny the way your body craves me.” I whisper, sucking on his earlobe. He whispers something inaudible, and suddenly I’m flying backwards, hitting the wall behind me hard. I slump down to the floor, groaning. I’m lying on the floor, clutching the back of my head. I look up to see him crouching down in front of me.
He grabs me by my hair, tugging my head up harshly until my eyes meet his burning ones. “If you ever touch me again, I’ll fucking kill you.” he spits harshly, and my eyes widen at his tone.
“Reggie-”
“What happened earlier would never have happened if I knew it was you. You disgust me.” his eyes are flashing with rage, and my stomach is turning uneasily. He shoves my head away, storming off. “Why?” I call out after him. “What?” he snaps, turning to glare at me. “Why do you hate me so much?” I ask, rubbing my hand over the back of my head, trying to soothe the stinging pain. He scoffs harshly. “Don’t make me laugh.” he chuckles, but it’s harsh and makes my blood run cold.
“What are you two doing out of bed?” I hear Minnie’s disappointed voice behind me. I turn my head to look at her, and Regulus is glaring at me almost as much as she is. “Detention, both of you.”
“But I’m a prefect.” Regulus argues. “And you didn’t send James here back to bed. And might I remind you that I could hear you two arguing two floors up?” she lifts a brow, and neither of us fight her. “Exactly. Detention for both of you, tomorrow, two hours before dinner.” she gives us both a look before walking back up the stairs in her floor-length nightgown.
“Thanks a lot, Potter.” Reggie spits, storming off. What the hell just happened?
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“What’s got your knickers in a twist?” Remus asks me at lunch, thoughtfully sipping on his pumpkin juice. “I have detention tonight with Regulus.” I groan, earning a harsh glare from Sirius. “Watch it, that’s still my brother you’re talking about.” he warns, pointing his fork at me. “I didn’t mean anything by it, Pads. Chill.” I sigh, looking up to see Reggie glaring at me. “I don’t understand why he hates me so much.” I roll my eyes, poking at my lunch. “You two have hated each other since I can remember.” Sirius says, chewing on Remus’s chocolate. “He’s the one that started the whole thing.” I grumble, folding my arms across my chest. “You two fight like immature kids.” Sirius mumbles. “Rude.” I glare jokingly at him.
“I honestly can’t even remember how it got this bad.” I say, trying to remember how it all started. “Reggie has thought of you being full of yourself ever since you completely ignored his existence three years ago.”
“What are you talking about, Pads?” I ask. “You know, when he became Slytherin seeker in his fourth year? Come on, you remember how you completely ignored him after that one quidditch match. You literally scoffed at him when he congratulated you. He’s thought of you as a pompous git ever since.” Sirius explains, making me roll my eyes. “That’s what these years of fighting have been about?” I ask incredulously. “I don’t think so, but I guess he starting seeing you as an arrogant rich boy, and there’s nothing he hates more than arrogant rich boys.”
“Aren’t both of you arrogant rich boys, too?” I ask, cocking a brow at him. “Me, yes. But he could never hate his own brother. Him, not at all. He’s self-assured, but he’s not arrogant. And, deep down, I don’t think there’s anything Reg hates more than being a Black.”
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“You two will be removing the labels from all of these glass jars.” Minnie says, pointing to boxes upon boxes of glass jars and tubes labelled with all sorts of potion ingredients. “Can’t you just spell them off?” I question. “Of course I could, but I keep them for this exact reason. I’ll be back in two hours.” she says, leaving the old classroom, locking the door. I begrudgingly pick up a jar, starting to peel off the sticker. “What are you doing?” Regulus asks, annoyed. “I’m peeling the labels off?” I ask, confused. He shoves me aside, pointing his wand at the boxes. He mutters a long charm, and suddenly all the labels dissolve from the bottles, leaving them clean and residue-free. “Oh. Thanks.” I smile, sitting down on a chair, stretching my legs out over the desk in front of me. I fold my arms behind my back, stretching my back with a groan.
His eyes land on the skin of my exposed stomach when my shirt lifts, and I smirk. “Like what you see?” I smirk, laughing when he rolls his eyes. “You know, Sirius told me today why you hate me so much.” I start, earning a scoff. “Congratulations, do you want a trophy?” he mocks, sitting down on the opposite side of the classroom. “He said you hated me ever since I ‘ignored’ you after a quidditch match.”
“You didn’t ‘ignore’ me, you laughed in my face, rolled your eyes and walked away.” he glares. “So you admit it was for something that petty?” I confirm, earning a sharp glare. “It’s not petty. You proved to me that day that you’re not as admirable as everyone claims. You’re an arrogant git who thinks of himself as above everyone else just because he’s a Gryffindor.” he seethes. “I don’t think of myself above anyone.” I defend, making him chuckle harshly. “So you deny that you treat Slytherins as if we’re the rotten batch?”
“What are you talking about?” I roll my eyes. “Forget it, your head is so far up your arse I doubt you’d try to understand.” he groans, turning his back to me. “No, please, I want to understand.” I say. He doubtfully looks at me. “How about all the times you’ve beaten up Severus? The times you’ve hexed my teammates off their brooms? The times you-”
“I’ve never hexed anyone off of a broom.” I speak firmly. “What?”
“I’ve never even hexed anyone. Well, maybe Snivellus, but he deserved it.” I explain. “Snivellus?” he asks, making me laugh. “Snape.”
“Exactly my point.” he rolls his eyes. “I never hexed or beat him because he’s a Slytherin, you know.” I explain, the anger I feel towards that bastard starting to surge through my veins. “Then why’d you do it?” he asks, but his voice seems genuinely curious. “For a magnitude of reasons.” I shrug. “That’s a big word for you, Potter. Are you sure you know what it means?” he smirks, making me laugh. “Are you actually joking with me right now?” I grin, earning a dismissive shrug. He turns his body to face me fully now. “Then why’d you do it?” he asks again.
“He calls Sirius a blood traitor because he’s in Gryffindor. He calls Lily a mudblood even if she’s only ever tried to be kind to him. He calls Remus a freak because of his scars. He’s constantly picking on Pete because he’s smaller than the rest of us. He’s a homophobic piece of shit with a God complex. That’s why I can’t control my fists around him.” When I’m done, his eyes are blown wide. “I didn’t know.” he stands up, about to say something, but instead, he sits back down on the desk.
“I’m sorry. For assuming things.” he offers me a tight-lipped smile. “Don’t go soft on me now, Reg.” I smirk, walking towards him. “I’m not soft. And that doesn’t mean you’re not still an arrogant git.” he speaks firmly, hands gripping the edge of the desk. “What still makes me an arrogant git?” I ask, leaning against the cupboard two meters from him. “You’ve already forgotten my ‘petty’ reason for hating you?” he scoffs. “Hate is a strong word, Reg.” I tut, smirking mischievously. “It’s an adequate word.” he replies. “I’ll admit, I was an arse to you after the quidditch match. I just got really nervous under your strong gaze, and I wanted to act tough in front of my teammates.” I admit defeated. “You think I believe you?” he laughs, his bright white teeth on full display, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a beautiful smile.
“It’s the truth. You made me nervous. I felt out of control, and I wanted it back. I’m sorry for being such a git. But I’m not like that anymore.” I say earnestly. “I made you nervous?” he’s teasing me. “Oh, shove off.” I laugh. I stretch out my arm, taking a step towards him so that he can shake my hand. “Truce?” I ask. He rolls his eyes, shaking my hand. “Fine.”
I walk toward him, still holding his hand. His eyes widen the closer I get, until I’m in front of him. I softly edge his legs open, and he lets me, until I’m standing between his legs, holding his hands down next to his body. “What are you doing?” he glares, but it’s uncertain. “I’m not doing anything.” I shrug. “Don’t be coy.” he grunts softly. “I meant it when I said I couldn’t stop thinking of you.” I smile softly, tilting my head. “And I meant it that I’ll kill you if you touch me again.” he narrows his eyes at me. “Did you?” I ask, squeezing his hands. “Because you’re not really in a rush to kill me.” I tease. “I want to, but I don’t want my brother to lose his friend.” he rolls his eyes, but I see the soft blush tinting his cheeks.
I lift a hand to his cheek, caressing it gently. “I also meant it when I said you’re beautiful.” I smile. “You’ve never called me beautiful.” he says, confused. “Oh, I thought it must have slipped out at one point or another since it’s what I’m constantly thinking.” I smirk. “Oh, I see what you’re doing, you’re trying to smooth talk me.” he says, jaw clenching. “Is it working?”
“Your tricks don’t work on me.”
“Maybe not. But this isn’t a trick.” I reply. “You honestly expect me to believe that?” he asks. I lift his hand to my heart, letting him feel how it’s racing. “I also meant it when I said you make me nervous.” I admit, my voice breathless, my lips aching to feel his again.
Regulus’s POV:
His heart beat is thrumming wildly against the palm of my hand. “I meant it when I said you make me nervous.” he says softly, and the breathless tone of his voice takes me back to that night, his voice exactly like this, breathless as he praised me. ‘C’mon, baby. Be a good boy and suck me off.’
‘Fuck, so good.’
‘Just like that.’
I involuntarily let out a soft moan, his lewd words making my clit start to throb. Stop. You’re supposed to hate him. “Can I kiss you?” he asks, snapping me from my thoughts. “W-what?” I stutter, surprised. “I haven’t been able to sleep at night, thinking of our kiss. So, can I kiss you?” he asks again. “I’m not just some random hook-up, James.” I frown. “You know, I remember thinking why I did what I did with you at the party. It’s never that good, that intense, and I wondered why some stranger, some mystery boy, could make me feel that way. But when we figured out who we were, I realised I subconsciously knew it was you the whole time. It was that incredible, because you weren’t some random hook-up, you were the person I’d been lusting after for longer than I’d like to admit.” he speaks calmly, caressing my cheek.
“You-you’re just saying that. To get in my pants.” I try to reason, but his hand lifts my head, forcing my eyes to meet his warm ones. “I know that you know deep down that I’m saying the truth.” he whispers quietly, making my heart thunder in my chest. “I’m supposed to hate you.” I mumble, not able to break our eye contact. “You’re not supposed to do anything. I want you. And if you want me, too, then don’t let our old feud stop you. We made up. It’s over. If you want me back, you can have me.” he whispers in my ear, placing a soft kiss on my cheek.
The tension is thick, the only sound in the room our breathing as we’re inches apart, staring at each other’s eyes. I can hardly breathe under the intensity of his stare, and I finally decide to let go.
My lips crash onto his, and he lets out a surprised groan before his hands grab my hips, pulling me closer to the edge of the desk. His cock is pressing into my core, and it feels fucking delicious. “Please don’t kill me.” he’s smiling brightly. I scramble to pull his face back to mine, parting my lips to invite his tongue into my mouth. He understands perfectly, his warm tongue sliding against mine as my arms wrap around his neck. I try to focus on the feel of his lips, but he induces such an intense dizziness in me, that all I can do is clutch onto him tighter, and pull him even closer.
“James.” I moan into the kiss, his hands squeezing my ass firmly, and I hate to admit that I fucking missed that. “I fucking love it when you moan my name.” he exhales sharply, his slightly chapped lips latching onto my neck, and the feeling makes a flood of arousal drench my underwear. “Oh, Merlin. Just like that.” I moan, tilting my head to the side to give him more space to work on. His hands are now on my thighs, squeezing firmly as his tongue grazes over my pulse, causing it to spike. “Please.” I beg softly, giving in and letting my hands roam over his firm chest. He pulls away from me, making me whine at the loss of contact. He lifts his wand up from the floor, pointing it to the door and whispering something I can't make out. “There, now you can be as loud as you want." he grins. "Now, what do you want?” he asks, sucking on my earlobe. I’m tugging on his shirt, “This. Off.” I say, and the lifts his arms with a smirk, letting me pull his shirt off. His abs are defined and tanned, his nipples hard.
“Fucking hell.” I whimper, tracing the ridges between his abs. “You like it? You like my body?” he asks with a huge grin. “I’m a sucker for abs.” I admit, lifting my head to kiss him again. He’s unbuttoning my shirt, and I let go of his body so that he can push the material off my shoulders. I grow nervous under his gaze, my heart skipping at least five beats as his fingertips ghost over the tape binding my chest. “You’re fucking breath-taking.” he whispers, his mouth leaving sloppy kisses across my bruised neck. “Jamie.” I moan, and both of us freeze. “What’d you just say?” he asks quietly, trying to hold back his grin. “J-James. I said James.” I answer. “No, you didn’t. Say it again.” he says, his voice slightly whiny in a beg, and it makes me throb.
“Jamie.” I purr against his lips, and he moans deeply, his arms hugging my waist as he kisses me fiercely. “I fucking love that.” he’s smiling a dorky smile, and the butterflies in my stomach flutter all over the place. “Can I tell you about a dream I had?” he asks, confusing me. “Uh, now?” I ask uncertainly. “Yes, now.” he smiles, kissing my collarbone. “O-okay.” I mumble, moaning when he bites my shoulder softly, his canines applying the perfect pressure. “I dreamt of my head between your legs, your hands in my hair as you begged me to let you cum.” he speaks, and a surprised gasp leaves my lips. “Does that sound good to you? Because it definitely does to me.” he continues. I unbutton my pants before pushing his hand against my underwear, his eyes darkening when he feels the soaked material. “That sounds incredible.” I whimper. “Fuck.” he growls, before kissing me deeply. I lift my hips to let him pull my pants and underwear down my legs.
My cunt is exposed to the cool air, making me shiver. “Look how wet you are for me.” he teases. I follow his eyes, watching my arousal drip down onto the table. He edges my aching thighs apart further, until I’m spread in front of him. He pulls a chair closer, sitting down so that his face is an inch away from where I want him. “Jamie.” I squirm, gasping when he blows softly on me. “Can I?” he asks, placing soft kisses on my inner thighs and lower abdomen. I’m nodding frantically, but he won’t stop teasing. “Words, Reg. Use your words.” he grins, resting his head on my thigh. “Yes, please.” I moan. He draws a loud moan from me when his lips close around my clit, sucking on it as one finger runs up and down through my folds.
“Oh, Merlin.” I mumble when he slips a finger in. “Don’t you dare moan another wizard’s name, not when it’s me that’s making you feel this good.” he growls, licking the juices from my thighs. “I’m sorry, Jamie. Please, touch me.” I beg, pathetically squirming for him. Just him. “Such a good boy for me.” he praises, making me clench around his finger. “You’re so tight.” he groans, trying to edge in a second finger. I gasp sharply when I feel the intrusion, moaning when his fingers curl inwards. “Oh fuck, right there.” I’m a moaning mess, completely at his mercy. His fingers fuck in and out of me, the wet sounds like music to my ears. His lips suction on my clit again, and the feeling makes the familiar knot start to form in my stomach. “I’m close.” I say, blushing as that’s the first time I’ve ever said that. My smile drops though when he pulls his fingers out.
“Is this your first time, Reg?” he asks, and I blush when I nod. “Then you’ll probably struggle to cum more than once, and I want you to cum on my cock.” he mumbles against my jaw, and I’m nodding. “Yes, fuck, please.” I beg, pushing his erection into my core with my legs wrapped around his waist. “You’ll tell me if it hurts, right?” he asks. “It has to hurt the first time.” I say before I look away nervously. “What? That’s not true.” he looks at me, eyebrows furrowed. “What?” I say, surprised. “It doesn’t have to hurt, not if we do it nice and slow.” he whispers into my ear, placing a tender kiss below my earlobe.
“Really?” I ask, my heart thumping wildly in my chest. He nods with a smile, his lips clashing with mine again. I kiss him desperately, clawing at his shoulders. He doesn’t pull his lips away as he undoes his pants, the belt clinking as it hits the floor. He’s standing gloriously naked in front of me, his leaking tip rubbing through my folds. “Ah~” I moan when he softly pushes in. I squeeze my eyes shut, dropping my head down onto his shoulder. He holds my body upright, slowly pushing himself in. It feels like I can feel him in my throat when he’s all the way in, filling me to the brim. I’m clenching around him, my walls trying to push him out. He smirks against my neck, circling my clit with his thumb. “James.” I cry out when he starts pulling out again.
“Relax, baby. Let me take care of you.” he reassures softly, pushing my body back with his until my back softly hits the cool wood of the desk. He pushes in again, so incredibly gentle. “It feels so weird.” I admit, blushing deeply. I can’t look at him, but he understandingly caresses my cheek. “Does it hurt?” he asks softly. I shake my head, turning to look into his sparkling eyes. “It’s just so full.” I groan, clenching around him as I feel myself stretching around him. “Fuck, baby. You’re so tight.” he moans, dropping his head onto my chest. He’s bent over me, heaving softly. “I’m sorry.” I whisper, eyes closed as I turn my head away. “What? No, Reg, it feels incredible.” he explains, turning me to look at him again. “Wait, really?” I ask, blushing, smiling softly. He kisses my cheeks and forehead. “Your cunt is fucking perfect, love. It’s like it was made for me.” he groans into the crook of my neck when I clench again.
“You’re mine now, do you understand? No one touches you like this except me.” he growls into my skin, biting my neck softly. “Y-yes, I’m all yours.” I confirm, arching my back off the table softly. “Jamie, please move.” I beg. He immediately complies, carefully pulling out before filling me again. He’s buried in me to the hilt, groaning sexily. “You’re so fucking hot.” I groan, placing my hands on his pecs. “I’m all yours, Reg.” he promises, starting to fuck into me at a slow but steady rhythm. “Oh, oh fuck.” I cry out, digging my nails into his shoulders as intense pleasure surges through my body. He takes this as his sign to start speeding up, my folds swallowing him in greedily. “Look how good you take me.” he smirks, and I follow his eyes down, watching his cock slip in and out of me. “That’s so…” I trail off, absolutely captivated by the sight. “It’s incredible, isn’t it?” he moans. I nod absentmindedly, not being able to tear my eyes away.
He lifts my thighs to the sides of his body, and when he thrust in at the new angle, he fucks into the soft sponge, making me cry out. “Right there!” I scream out, scratching his chest until it’s covered in streaks of red. “At this rate the whole castle will hear how good I make you feel.” he smirks, making me roll my eyes, from pleasure or annoyance I’m not sure. “Shove off, Potter.” I groan, but I know he’s teasing me, the shimmering of his silencing charm glistening in the fading sunlight seeping in through the window. I whine when I lose the feeling of him inside of me. I look at him bewildered, and he’s standing in front of me, fisting his cock with his right hand. “I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry, please, fuck me.” I beg, moaning loudly when he pushes back in. “Fuck.” I groan, re-stretching to accommodate him. “So desperate for my cock, hmm?” he teases, making me blush as I cover my face with my hands.
He peels my hands off of my flushed and sweaty face. “Don’t hide from me, baby. I’m so desperate for your cunt, too.” he admits, kissing my neck as he thrusts into me faster and harder. “D-don’t stop, oh fucking hell, please don’t stop.” I’m begging him repeatedly, my head rolling around as I squirm under him. “Are you going to cum for me?” he purrs, and I’m nodding frantically. I clench around him when the strongest, most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt slams into me like a wave, flooding my sense as my eyes unfocus, white streaks flashing across my vision. I cry out his name as my cum leaks out of me, coating his cock in a thick, white substance.
He fucks me through my orgasm, whispering words of praise against my neck. When I whimper from overstimulation, he pulls out softly. Even though it hurts, I immediately miss the feel of him, my entrance clenching around nothing. He kisses me lazily, rubbing his cock against my thigh, groaning deeply. “Jamie, let me.” I smile, standing from the desk on shaky legs before dropping onto my knees in front of him. He groans deeply when I kiss his tip, my cum and arousal coating his cock in a thick layer of shiny substance. I lick everything off of him eagerly, before closing my mouth around him. He grips the edge of the desk behind my head, trying to stop his hips from bucking. “I’m already so close.” he moans breathlessly, making me close my lips around his tip, sucking on him deeply as the tip of my tongue licks along his slit.
He whimpers loudly, and the sound has to be the best thing I’ve ever heard. “Please, baby. Don’t stop.” he whimpers again, letting his sounds fall from his lips, unfiltered. When his cock hits the back of my throat causing me to gag, his hand knots into my hair, his hot cum shooting down my throat in thick spurts. I bob my head up and down, massaging his balls firmly. He takes a stumbled step backwards, making his cock slip from my mouth, and I’m kneeling in front of him, his cum coating my lips as I hold out my tongue.
His hand comes down and grips my face, his thumb swiping the cum from my lips before he pushes his thumb against my tongue. “Suck.” he orders, and I eagerly close my lips around his thumb, swirling my tongue around the pad of his thumb, sucking the drop of cum from his finger. When I open my mouth, holding out my tongue to show that I swallowed it all, he pulls me up with a groan, kissing me heatedly. His tongue immediately prods into my mouth, and he desperately sucks on my tongue, groaning when our tastes mix. I grab his neck, pulling his face as close to mine as I can, kissing him deeply. His hands massage my ass, and he eagerly swallows the moan I let out into his mouth.
He pulls away, his chest rapidly rising and falling, both of us panting for breath. “Holy fuck, baby.” he smiles. He helps me put my shirt back on, slapping my hands away playfully as I go to button it up. He’s softly gazing into my eyes as he buttons my shirt up for me. He kisses my cheek before grabbing his shirt from the floor, pulling on the crumpled piece of fabric. No different than before. I think. We both say nothing as we pull up our pants. He pulls me into a tight hug, and when I wrap my arms around his neck, raising onto the tips of my toes to hug him, he sighs contently into the crook of my neck. He breathes deeply, holding me tight.
“Can I take you to Hogsmeade this weekend?” he asks nervously, smiling brightly when I nod happily. “I can’t wait.” I admit, running my hand through his hair. He closes his eyes blissfully, a soft smile on his cheeks as I play with his hair.
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We head to dinner together, my hand sweaty as he holds my hand. He’s smiling brightly as we walk into the great hall, hundreds of eyes immediately snapping up to us as he drags me to Gryffindor table. “Why here? Why not at my table?” I ask jokingly, sitting down next to him. “Glad to see you two finally made up.” Sirius sighs deeply. “More like made out.” Remus laughs, snickering when Sirius slaps his shoulder. I turn to look at my friends over at the Slytherin table who are passing around galleons, and I feel like punching them.
That evening James walks me to the entrance of the Slytherin dorms, kissing my cheek softly. “I’ll get a permission slip from Minnie tomorrow morning. I’ll get you here at three p.m. to take you out, yeah?” he smiles. I nod, blushing brightly.
“Good night, baby.” he purrs in my ear, placing a deep kiss to my lips. I feel like I could melt into him, but then I hear someone clearing their throat. We turn to look at Barty and Evan, both of them smirking. “Hiii, James.” they chant in unison. “Uh, hey.” James laughs, turning back to me with a smirk. “See you tomorrow.” he says, kissing my lips before walking away. “This is totally unexpected.” Evan smiles. “Don’t act as if you guys weren’t exchanging money at dinner.” I scowl, entering our common room. “You saw that?” Barty snickers when I punch his shoulder. “Assholes.” I mutter when I climb the stairs to our shared dorm, not bothering to change as I slump onto my bed, falling asleep almost instantly.