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"I want to get knotted," Regulus says in lieu of a greeting.
Remus almost spits out his tea.
"Good morning to you, too, sweetheart," he manages to get out after he avoids inhaling the hot liquid into his poor unsuspecting lungs. He already has enough to deal with his lycanthropy, no need to add drowning on tea to it.
"Sorry," Regulus leans down to press a gentle kiss to Remus' cheek. "Good morning, love."
Remus watches him fill his mug with tea and add his customary sugar cube and splash of milk. They've been together quite a few years at this point, and the memory of the first time Regulus slept over, when Remus still used to live with his mates, never fails to make him chuckle. He'd wanted to surprise the pretty boy in his bed by bringing him the perfect cup of morning tea, going so far as to double check their messages for Regulus' preferences, only to get ripped apart when Regulus turned out to be extremely fussy and refuse to drink Remus' tea on account of it being "made wrong." Remus quickly learned there's some things (most things really) Regulus is extremely fussy about. They must be made exactly to his instructions, and even then they might not be "right." It's better to let him do it himself in those cases, and tea is most definitely top of that list.
Remus doesn't mind the fussiness. He doesn't take it to heart — he knows Regulus loves him despite his shortcomings, and Remus loves him back just the same, quirks and all.
It just means he's extra proud of himself when he does live up to the younger man's expectations.
To an outsider it might seem like Regulus is a terrible control freak, but the reality is he just has strong opinions and preferences. Which is partly why his earlier statement was such a surprise.
"Where is this coming from?" Remus asks, trying to wrap his head around the deceivingly nonchalant statement.
Regulus takes a sip of his tea, seeming to considering his words carefully before he says them.
"I'm not entirely sure, to be honest. It kind of just hit me. I think it might be the testosterone, honestly."
"You've been on T for only a few weeks, though."
"Yes, but second puberty is no joke. My body and brain are running on a different engine now."
"I guess that makes sense," Remus shrugs.
"Trust me, no one is more surprised than I am," Regulus chuckles, a bit awkward, flustered. Remus can't help but find it endearing. A flustered Regulus isn't easy to come by, especially these days, with how comfortable they've become with each other. "You know I've never been interested in bottoming," Regulus continues. "But then a couple days ago I just— Ugh, this is so weird."
"It's fine, love." Remus reaches across the table to hold his hand. "You're allowed to change your mind."
"I know, but it's just…" Regulus makes a frustrated noise, shaking his head for emphasis. "You spend your whole adult life adamant you're a strict top, with absolutely no interest in anything but pleasuring your partner, barely even wanking, and then, BAM — surprise, everything's getting turned on its head, apparently."
"You know you don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, right?" Remus assures him. "Wanting something in theory, fantasising about it, doesn't mean you have to want it for real. It can just stay a fantasy."
"I know," Regulus sighs. "If I didn't have a partner I trust, I probably would just leave it up to imagination. Going to a stranger for that sounds like a bad idea."
"I mean, there's nothing inherently wrong with that," Remus chimes in. "But I agree that it probably wouldn't work very well for you in particular, darling."
"Also," Regulus adds, a small smile pulling at his lips, mischievous. "You do actually have a knot. That's not exactly standard for most people."
Remus chuckles. "I'm sure there's work arounds, but yes, that is true I suppose. But Reg," he squeezes his hand in reassurance. "I just want you to know I'm completely satisfied with the way our sex life is now. I'm happy to try new things with you, of course I am. But if you decide this desire belongs in the fantasy realm only, there's no hard feelings on my part."
"What," Regulus stands up and makes his way to Remus' side of the table, one hand trailing up Remus chest. "You don't want to knot me up real good, old man?"
"Regulus," Remus says with an eye roll, but there's a hidden laugh in his voice. "I'm barely a decade older than you."
"Mm-hm." Regulus sits on his lap, his delicate hands coming up to cup Remus' bearded face. "My old man."
Regulus leans in to kiss him, languid, sensual.
Ding.
"That'll be my toast," Remus says against his lips.
"Later." Regulus trails kisses down his jaw and to his neck. Very distracting indeed.
Remus leans back as he holds Regulus in place by the shoulders, just far enough away from his body so his mouth can't reach Remus' skin.
"Ah, but this old man needs sustenance if he'll fuck you nice and well, hm?"
"But—"
"No, Reg." Remus looks at him meaningfully. "If we're doing this, we need to do it properly. Which means we need to talk about it, not just jump into it. It's important, okay?"
"Okay," Regulus assents with a sigh.
Over breakfast they discuss expectations, what they want and what they don't want. Between Regulus' low libido and Remus' monthly aches and pains, their usual sex life isn't all that colourful or interesting, but it works for them, and that's what matters. They're no strangers to safewords and checking in, but they make an effort to be extra thorough today. Remus wants to make this as good for Regulus as he can.
Once they're both fed and clean, Remus gets comfortable on their bed, sitting back against the padded headboard, their many pillows behind and around him, Regulus straddling his hips.
He knows Regulus' weakness very well at this point, and he starts by guiding his lovers hand to his face, allowing him to trace his features, his scars and, mostly importantly, his lips. Regulus doesn't like having his face touched much, but something about touching his partners' lips makes Regulus' pupils dilate with want, makes his heart beat faster. Remus loves watching his reaction to such a seemingly simple thing, seeing Regulus get turned on turns him on. Remus closes his eyes, luxuriating in the feeling on Regulus' fingers on his skin, the weight of Regulus on him. His lips move of their own accord, kissing the fingertips gently swiping over his sensitive skin, making heat bloom in his core.
"Can I kiss you?" Regulus whispers, breathless already.
"Please."
The words are barely out of his mouth and then Regulus is on him, lips against his, hands in his hair, pulling him ever closer. Remus is a weak, weak man, especially when it comes to one Regulus Black. He's barely swiped his tongue across Remus' bottom lip and Remus is moaning, already near full hardness.
He trails kisses up Regulus' jaw to his ear, breathing him in and making Regulus shiver. Such sensitive ears, that one. Remus nuzzles into him, Regulus' scent making him dizzy with want, with wanting to make him his. The thought that he'll get to do that, be inside Regulus for the first time, knot him for the first time pulls a growl from low in his throat, and the vibrations so close to his ear make Regulus keen, hips grinding down onto Remus.
"Fuck," Regulus breathes heavily. "I've never gotten this wet this fast."
Remus groans, his hands tightening on Regulus' waist, wanting to pull him ever closer. He can't resist the impulse to bite the soft spot just bellow Regulus' ear, get his skin between his teeth, start to mark him already. It's not as thorough a marking as his werewolf instincts yearn for it to be, but he's trying not to lose himself completely in the act. Not today. Today he needs to be present and pay extra attention to his partner. He's so used to Regulus taking control, allowing Remus to succumb to pure feeling, but today he wants to be fully aware, wants a clear head to focus on Regulus instead. It's a privilege and a rare honour to be the one giving, and he'll be damned if he doesn't make the most of it.
"Shirts off?" Remus asks — pleads, really, desperate to get his hands, his mouth on more of Regulus' skin.
Regulus nods and they divest themselves of the articles of clothing, throwing them carelessly to the floor.
Now with full access to his torso, Remus delights in kissing and sucking and biting over all the skin available to him. He knows Regulus is ticklish especially on his ribs and stomach, the numbness of the scars across his chest only enhancing the sensitivity of the skin surrounding them. He loves the way Regulus' hands grab onto his hair in the throes of the intense sensation, pushing and pulling harshly, like he can't make up his mind about wanting to pull Remus closer and get lost in the feeling, or to put a bit of distance between Remus' mouth and his firing nerve endings so he can take the reins a bit more again.
Their bodies move together, pure sensation.
"Reg," Remus says against his skin, placing one more kiss on his hip before looking up. "Gonna switch us over, okay?"
Regulus nods and swings one leg back over so his weight is no longer keeping Remus trapped beneath him. Remus shifts over and can't help but hold onto his lover's hand as they switch spots, bringing Regulus' knuckles up to brush a gentle kiss against them. It's incredibly sappy, but he feels overcome with love for the beautiful man beside him.
"I love you," he murmurs as he nuzzles into Regulus' palm, blushing like it's the first time and not the millionth.
"And I you," Regulus says softly, thumb gently rubbing Remus' cheek. His hand slides up into Remus' greying hair, a loving caress that turns into a sharp hold. Regulus leans over right to Remus' ear. "Want your knot," he whispers, one hand trailing up Remus' clothed leg to palm his erection.
"Fuck," Remus groans lewdly. "Yeah, okay."
Remus gets hit with the urgent need to get Regulus bare beneath him, his to touch, his to smell, his to taste. Ordinarily Regulus prefers to do the touching and the tasting, but today he's given Remus permission to have a turn, and he can hold himself back no longer. He grabs onto Regulus' sleep shorts, shoving them down his legs and off off off. Remus shifts down the bed so he can nose and nip at Regulus' soft thighs, the scent of his arousal stronger than ever. It makes Remus lose his mind a bit, he won't deny it, Regulus squirming as Remus painstakingly makes his way to the core of him, eager to get messy with Regulus' wetness. He takes a moment to breathe him in, the musk that's purely, intimately Regulus, before he finally gets his tongue on him, licking up through his folds and towards his erect bottom growth.
God fucking bless hormones.
"Ah! Remus—" Regulus moans, hands threading through Remus hair, unsure if he wants to pull or push again.
Remus loves it.
Remus pulls back Regulus' clitoral hood, exposing the red tip further.
"Hmm," he hums, wrapping his lips around it, causing the younger man to whine high in his throat.
The sound only encourages Remus to lick and suck more, taking advantage of the rare occasion where Regulus wants to be directly pleasured like this. It's really something that only happens in Remus' fantasies. He's so desperate for him, hips unconsciously humping the bed, making even more of a mess of his pants, desperate for a bit of friction, but it's not enough, not nearly enough, not when he knows—
"Remus, want you — ah — inside," Regulus stutters, firmly pulling Remus' hair to give himself reprieve of his insistent mouth.
Remus lays his head on Regulus thigh for a moment, just looking up at him, appreciating the rise and fall of his partner's flushed chest, his lovely rosy cheeks. Remus noses the crease where his thigh folds into his hip once more, placing a gentle kiss there before he moves away, taking the opportunity to shuck off his own bottoms, his cock hanging heavy and wanton between his legs.
Regulus' eyes darken as he takes in the sight of Remus crawling up the bed toward him, and he licks his lips in anticipation. As per their prior negotiation, Remus takes a moment to reach inside the nightstand drawer for a condom. Regulus wants to be knotted, yes, but apart from the testosterone, he's not on any actual birth control, and that's not something they usually have to worry about but they absolutely cannot risk an accidental pregnancy, for both their sakes.
Condom on, Regulus pulls Remus between his open legs, surging up to kiss him again, eager to get his tongue in Remus' mouth again, bite his lip and make the older man moan with his ministrations.
"I'm ready," Regulus says between kisses. "Want you."
"Alright— love—" Remus tries to move back a bit so his brain feels a bit less like jello, but Regulus is insatiable. Holy hormones, indeed. "Reg— Regulus." Remus tries again, to no avail.
After a couple failed attempts to divert his attention, Remus resorts to Regulus' methods, grabbing onto his partner's hair with one hand and pulling his head back harshly, while the other comes up to wrap around Regulus' throat, just underneath his chin, making a rare use of his werewolf strength. Regulus gasps, eyes fluttering closed as he's rendered immobile. The sight shoots pleasure down Remus' groin.
"Fuck, you're a menace," he says, and Regulus smiles at what he knows is a compliment. Remus wouldn't have it any other way. "Okay, I'm gonna let go but you need to behave, yeah?"
"I will, promise."
Remus lets his hand slide down to Regulus' chest as his other hand gently cups his cheek so Remus can place a sweet kiss to his forehead.
"I'll give you what you want, but we need to go slow, okay? I want to make sure you're okay."
"I should've expected you to get all sweet on me, huh?" Regulus smooths back his hair, his expression soft. "My sappy old man."
"An old man who's going to knot you to your heart's content, that I can promise."
"Fuck," Regulus groans, squeezing his legs around Remus. "Yes, please."
Remus runs his hands up Regulus' thighs. "Okay, how are you feeling? Do you want my fingers first?"
"No, no," Regulus shakes his head and pleads. "Just fill me up, please."
"How could I refuse," Remus says as he guides his length to Regulus slick core, "when you ask so pretty?"
Regulus moans as Remus rubs his hard cock up and down a bit, getting it nice and wet to ease his slide. Remus watches Regulus' face carefully as he slowly pushes in, causing the younger man to gasp. The tight heat of his partner's body makes Remus shiver with pleasure, but he can't lose himself to it — at least not just yet. This is not about him.
"Breathe, love," he reminds Regulus, who takes in a deep breath, brow furrowed as he gets used to the new feelings. "Alright?"
Regulus nods, taking a couple more breaths as Remus bottoms out. It feels so good — Regulus feels so good around him. He wasn't lying when he said he's more than satisfied with the way their sex life has been up until now: he loves the feeling of Regulus inside him, making him lose his mind with the roll of his hips, but this is… wow. A lot. Emotionally and physically. So much so, Remus feels his eyes get a bit teary. Overcome with emotion, he leans down to captures Regulus' lips in his, kissing him deeply.
"Remus, love," Regulus whispers when Remus pulls back but doesn't go far, resting their foreheads together. "You can move. Please. I want to feel you."
He starts off slow, shallow little thrusts as both of them get used to the movement and sensations, but quickly Regulus is begging for more and Remus is more than happy to provide. Regulus already gave him permission to manipulate him as he wishes, so Remus takes the chance to snake a hand under one of Regulus' knees, pushing it back and up towards his chest.
"Ah! Fuck, Remus, harder!" Regulus cries with the angle change.
It's music to Remus' ears.
Regulus letting go for once is quite a work of art, Remus will say. He's so used to his partner being buttoned up and in control all the time, and he's more than happy to trail after his every word like an overgrown puppy, but he finds that he loves this version just as much. Loves that Regulus trusts him enough to show this side of himself.
But the man asked to be fucked harder, stuffed full of his knot, and Remus is but his humble servant, is he not?
Remus focuses on thrusting deep and rough, relishing the symphony that is Regulus falling apart underneath him — so much so that he doesn't even realise he's the one about to go over the edge until he's nearly there already.
"Reg, I'm— Are you— Oh, god!" Remus moans as he starts to cum, his knot swelling up as he grinds down, pure animal satisfaction flooding his body as he rides his orgasm until he's fully locked inside Regulus for the first time, who whines emphatically at the stretch on his inner walls.
Remus loses himself in the sensation of truly being enveloped. Usually, Regulus wraps his hands around Remus' knot, to provide some much appreciated pressure — knotting is a mainly an act of belonging to his werewolf instincts.
Regulus whines as Remus feels himself shoot out the last of his load.
"Shit," Remus says, coming to his senses at the pained sound. He quickly reaches a hand up to cup Regulus' flushed face, his brow furrowing with worry for his partner. "Are you okay? I—I—"
Eyes hazy, Regulus looks at him, a small smile starting to pull at his lips. "You're perfect. Fuck," he chuckles, delightfully delirious. "You feel so good. So good for me. So good. Love you."
It's a sight Remus has never seen before. Regulus Black, always so composed, so precise — babbling and completely cockdrunk. Remus can't help up lean down and press a kiss to his partner's lovely loose lips, affection warming his chest.
He loves this man so much, in all his endless versions. Would give him the moon, the stars and all the galaxies in the universe if he asked for it, but, for today, his knot is enough.
He wraps his arms around Regulus' smaller body, allowing him to nuzzle up into Remus' neck as they get settled to wait for the knot to go down. Remus is worried is might be uncomfortable for Regulus, but he only lets out a satisfied sigh and clings onto Remus more, mumbling sweet nonsense. Remus' heart nearly bursts from his chest with overwhelming feelings of love and care and just — a deep sense of contentment.