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One thing no one would know about the youngest Black, is that he is insanely clingy to the ones he cares about. Whether that involves holding hands with Barty as they walk through the halls, resting his head on Evan’s shoulder during a particularly boring lesson, cuddling up with Dorcas in front of the fireplace in the Slytherin common room fireplace or even letting Pandora weave flowers in his hair while he bathes in the warmth of the sun.
He can’t help it, he craves physical affection.
And it has gotten worse since a relationship has blossomed between his brother and himself… and his brothers (and his!) two idiots.
He just can’t help himself, once the itch starts it’s not satisfied until he’s in someone’s arms.
Which is why Regulus finds himself in the library, peeking at every table until he finds - him.
Nestled between stacks of books Regurus finds Remus
He doesn’t even wait for Remus to acknowledge him before he slides onto his lap. Wrapping his arms loosely around the older boy's neck and nuzzling his face in his shoulder. Remus huffs out a surprised breath, stroking Regulus’s back gently causing goosebumps to follow.
“You comfortable?” Remus whispers into his ear and Regulus (in)voluntarily wiggles happily. Remus chuckles and rests his chin on the top of Regulus’ head.
The sound of a quill scribbling down on parchment and the occasional turn of the page lulls Regulus in a half asleep state. Occasionally, Remus will whisper, “still with me, little one?” Which Regulus always answers with a soft whine or an annoyed grunt.
Remus never let go of him. If he wasn’t slowly stroking his back, then he was gently carding his fingers through his soft curls, occasionally scratching his scalp, and if Regulus could purr, he would be doing that non stop.
Regulus doesn’t know how much time has passed before Remus is gently rocking him awake, “come on, sweetheart. Let me get you to bed.”
Locked in a sleep induced daze, Regulus shuffles next to Remus. His frown doesn’t let up until thick, scarred fingers twine with his.
Remus weaves them around the tables, through doors and up the moving staircase. It’s not until he’s traded into another’s arms that fog finally lifts. He turns his head to the side to see and his nose brushes against his brothers.
Sirius pinches his cheeks until they’re nice and rosy, “Sirius!” Regulus bats his hand away with a grumpy scowl. Sirius cackles and mocks him.
“Be nice to your brother” Remus says from the bed next to them, leveling spirits with a raised brow. Sirius snorts and smacks a wet kiss onto his pinched cheek.
“C’mon, up you get” Sirius helps Regulus to sit up, and without needing prompting Regulus moves his arms away from his chest and waits patiently for Sirius to unbutton his shirt. He’s left in just his binder and without a word he lifts his arms up as Sirius pulls the tight material up and over his head.
Regulus makes a small noise in the back of his throat, a reaction to the cool air nipping at his shoulder and chest. A soft, warm jumper gets pulled over his head. Remus. It hands loosely off his shoulders and the sleeves need to be rolled up to his wrists.
Sirius then gently pushes him back down and unlaces his shoes, then slides his socks off and presses gentle kisses onto his ankles, he the hooks his fingers around the waistband of Regulus’ trousers and slowly slides them off, leaving Regulus in his soft black cotton panties.
Sirius toys with the little bow on the front, “want these off, Reggie baby? Can change you into mine” he whispers as to not disturb the soft silence the brothers- lovers, have found themselves in.
“Mm, no. Wanna stay like this” Regulus mumbles, fighting the sleep he so desperately wants to fall back into.
Sirius kisses his hip bone, his stomach, and finally a sweet kiss onto his lips that Regulus melts into.
His older brother curls around him, resting his chin on top of his head and wrapping a protective, possessive arm around his waist. Regulus moans at the comfort and nuzzles into his brothers embrace.
He presses a kiss to his neck, tender and tired, before surrendering to sleep’s intoxicating pull.
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Regulus sneaks out of Gryffindor tower slowly, quietly. His brother and Remus, still snoring soundly. He tries to get rid of the sleep that clings to his eyes with a gentle fist. He’s so preoccupied that he doesn’t hear the thundering footsteps coming closer and closer.
It’s not until he goes to make a left when a warm hand encases his brittle wrist and tugs him the opposite way.
Regulus begins to struggle in their grip. But then he’s pushed up against the uneven stone in a deserted corridor and a familiar warm body presses against his back, eucalyptus floods his senses and he finds himself relaxing his cheek against the wall.
“Hey, pretty thing” James whispers against the back of his neck.
James James James James. Like a mantra. Over and over again.
Where Regulus is as cold as ice, James is pure warmth. Literally. Regulus is always cold, no matter how many layers he’s wearing the cold always manages to slither its way in - and James warms him up, whether it be a warm wrapped around him, hand in his, or even just standing near enough.
James spins him around, catching Regulus off guard and pressing a quick peck on his pouty lips. In fact it’s so quick, that Regulus is only aware that it actually happened because of the tingle only James Potter can leave.
But Regulus is greedy. He takes and takes until there’s nothing left to give.
He yanks James back down by his unruly hair and swallows the dizzying moan he lets out. Though James quickly recovers, he slots a deliciously thick thigh between Regulus' much smaller ones, trapping Regulus between himself and the stone cold wall.
Their tongues were tangled almost immediately, and Regulus could taste the mint from when James brushed his teeth earlier that morning. James bites down onto his bottom lip hard enough for Regulus to let out an embarrassingly loud moan. Regulus was trying his hardest to keep up with James, but then James was using his grip on his boney hips and grinding him down on his thigh and-
“Fuck, Jamie” Regulus gasps wetly into James mouth, and James chases the sound so eagerly.
“I bet you’re already dripping,” James croons. He tilts Regulus head back, exposing the long lines of his smooth neck. James teasingly brushes his lips over Regulus’s pulse point, and Regulus feels James’ grin stretch wide at the jump of his heart.
Before Regulus can complain, James cradles the back of his neck and bites down on his pulse point. James wasn’t wrong, Regulus could feel the slick wet dampen his panties.
Embarrassingly enough, when James pulls away there’s a small wet spot on his thigh from where Regulus was held against.
Unfortunately (or fortunately) for Regulus, James absolutely glows. “Naww, you’re cute. Getting so worked up from a snog.”
Regulus glowers at James and shoves him away.
“Hey- wait Reg! Baby I was just teasing!” James yells after Regulus, cackling at Regulus red tipped ears.