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The music is loud, the common room crowded with people. The Slytherins had just won their first quidditch game of the year, and the after party is in full swing.
Usually, Regulus doesn’t like parties, he doesn’t like the noise or the heat or the amount of people slapping his back and telling hi how well he played. It’s surely only because of the bottle of firewhiskey in his hand that’s almost empty, which he has been nursing for the whole evening.
He’s sitting on one of the sofas, watching James, who’s sitting right in front of him.
James… Regulus thought he was over him. He thought this little crush had ended when he started dating this Ravenclaw guy, but now that he’s sitting right in front of him, he isn’t so sure anymore.
James with that wide smile, his messy curls, his thick thighs, his nice, big hands…
"Your turn," James says, tearing him out of his thoughts.
They’ve started playing this muggle game 'never have I ever' a while ago, and by now, James and Regulus are the only players left. Everyone else already paired off, or went dancing or to the kitchen, trying to get some snacks. Not Regulus, though. He isn’t going to go anywhere, not as long as James is right here.
"Alright," he says, only slightly slurring his words. "Never have I ever… had a sex dream."
He is quite sure that he shouldn’t be asking these kinds of questions, having a boyfriend and all, but in his defence, his boyfriend didn’t even show up for his game, let alone the afterparty, and James started with the dirty questions. So really, why not?
James takes a big gulp and grins. "Don’t tell me you‘ve never had a sex dream," he says, sounded surprised.
Regulus shakes his head. "Nope. I have fantasies and all that, but never a sex dream."
James still looks surprised, but he doesn’t pry. "So… never have I ever fantasized about having sex with someone I’m not dating."
Regulus is way past questioning any of James‘ words, so he just drinks. But there is only a small sip left in his bottle so he says, "need a new one." Then he gets up, but sways immediately.
James is by his side immediately, his hands steadying him. Regulus can’t help but lean into him. He’s tall, and strong, and warm, and steady, and Regulus just wants to be close to him.
"Alright, maybe…we’ve had enough for now. Let me take you to your dorm," James suggests softly.
Regulus whines disapprovingly, but when James starts pushing him forward with his hand against Regulus' lower back, he starts moving forward immediately.
Maybe it’s the alcohol that makes him so pliant, or maybe it’s the fact that James is this close to him.
They walk up the stairs, and when they’re standing in front of the door to Regulus' dorm, he turns towards the other boy. Encouraged by the alcohol and James' dirty questions, he reaches up and starts playing with the collar of James' shirt.
"James?"
"Yeah?"
"Never have I ever had an orgasm," he mumbles.
James' eyes widen. "What’s your dumbass of a boyfriend even good for?" He asks.
"Don’t know." Regulus shrugs, then looks up at James. He grins, then bites his lip, when he notices.
Without hesitation, James opens the dorm door and then pulls Regulus inside. He lets the door full shut again, the presses Regulus against it. He leans closer, with his lips hovering over Regulus', he mumbles, "tell me to leave. Tell me that you have a boyfriend, and that you don’t want me to fuck you. Tell me I can’t have you. Tell me to fuck off."
He can’t. He can’t tell James any of it, because he doesn’t want him to leave. Instead, he he reaches out and pulls James closer. "Fuck me," he says, and then their lips meet.
James kisses him like he’s starving, and within a matter of seconds, there’s not a single inch of space between them anymore. Regulus feels the other boy all over himself, and he’s never felt this good before.
He’s never been kissed like this before. It’s full of desire and want, James seems to be hyper aware of every single little reaction Regulus has. When he moans, James repeats whatever just made him moan, when he pressed closer, so does James.
Regulus has always felt like what he wants is too complicated, just not practical or necessary. But James reads him like a book. He just has to tap his cheek, and he pulls back immediately, panting and with swollen lips.
"Alright?" He asks.
"Yeah, yeah. Can we…?" He glances at the bed, and that’s enough for James to understand.
"You don’t have to ask me twice." He picks Regulus up, as if he weighs absolutely nothing, and he wraps his arms and legs tightly around James.
So when he sets him down on the bed, Regulus doesn’t let go of him. He simply pulls James on top of him and cranes his head until they’re kissing again.
Without really pulling back, James mumbles, "how am I supposed to undress us like this?"
Regulus also makes sure their kiss doesn’t stop while he replies. "You’ll find a way."
And James does. They only have to interrupt their kiss twice, to get both of their shirts off, but apart from that, they can keep kissing.
Now fully undressed, James pulls back. For a moment, Regulus wants to somehow cover himself up, make himself less vulnerable, less seen. There’s a reason why he only ever had sex with his boyfriend under a blanket. He doesn’t feel particularly confident with his body on display like this. He shouldn’t have told James to undress him, it was a stupid decision that’s entirely the firewhiskey‘s fault.
The only positive thing is that he gets to see James too, in all his naked glory. His cock has a nice girth, and Regulus can’t possibly look at it without imagining it inside. It‘d surely reach places that have never been touched before.
"Don’t stare at me like that," he tells the other boy, but James only blushes for a moment and then leans down to kiss Regulus' neck.
"Sorry. But in my defense- you are breathtaking."
Regulus snorts out a laugh. He truly doubts James really thinks that, but when he spends the next ten minutes touching and kissing and caressing every part of Regulus' body, it suddenly doesn’t seem as far fetched anymore.
James touches him in places where he’s never been touched before, which makes Regulus feel hot all over. His boyfriend never takes the time to pay attention to all the places James currently is. Regulus never knew he liked having his wrist kissed, or his collarbone, or his ankle, or his waist. But now he does, thanks to James.
He seems thoroughly immersed in Regulus‘ body, but when he’s kissed almost every inch on his body—except close to his crotch—James looks up at him. "You said you’ve never had an orgasm before. So…have you ever touched yourself?"
Regulus nods slowly. "I have, I just… couldn’t finish."
James nods. "Alright. I want to give you the best orgasm ever, but I need you to help me a little, okay? You need to be vocal with me, tell me what feels good and what doesn’t."
Regulus nods again. He can do that. He’s never been very vocal during sex, but for James, for his very first orgasm, he can definitely do that.
When James starts kissing his way to Regulus' pussy, he feels his breath starting to get faster. Somehow, every single one of James' kisses sends little bolts of energy through him, and when he finally kisses his clit, it’s like a lightning bolt hits him.
He throws his head back and releases a moan, so loud that he immediately slaps his hand over his mouth.
"I told you to be vocal. Don’t muffle your moans," James says immediately, and Regulus obeys, even if he only wants James to stop giving him directions and get back to kissing his clit.
For a few minutes, James does just that. He kisses him, licks him, even dips his tongue inside, and even though Regulus moans quite loudly, he can still hear that James makes some noises too. He seems to enjoy this a lot, which only turns Regulus on more.
It makes him feel a bit more confident, sexy even. James likes eating him out, likes the way he tastes, at least judging by his noises. Regulus starts relaxing, actually lets himself enjoy this.
Now, he’s even confident enough to slowly let his hand wander downward, until he can feel James' messy curls. Pleasure takes the better of him, and he starts rubbing himself against James' face.
The other boy only looks up at him with what looks like a smirk, and only then some of Regulus' self consciousness returns. "Sorry, got a bit…" he trails off.
"Yeah, that’s the point," James says, breath fanning against Regulus' pussy. "Don’t be shy. Use my face. I‘m all yours, I just want you to feel good." And he goes right back eating him out.
When Regulus goes back to grinding himself against James' face, he starts imagining what it would be like to date James. If he could have this all the time… James surely wouldn’t change the angle after he’d say 'right there'.
He wants that. He wants James, who seems to read his mind, who cares about Regulus' pleasure, who actually seems to find him attractive.
Regulus knows he’s never been as wet as he is right now. And he also knows, that he’s never been as close as he is right now.
"More," he chokes out. If he could just get a little more, he knows he’d cum.
Regulus doesn’t know how exactly, but James gives him more. He doesn’t change much, just something about the way he eats Regulus out. It feels more intense, as if James is just a tiny bit more hungry than before.
Regulus' grip on James' hair tightens, and he might be tugging on it a tiny bit while rubbing himself against him. It makes James' groan, and that’s exactly when Regulus feels it—his very first orgasm.
It feels like the world gets quiet for a moment, like he’s overcome by a wave that sounds and smells and feels like total bliss with a tiny hint of James.
His legs start shaking, and he wraps them around James, simultaneously trying to push him away and keeping him right where he is. He’s glad that his ears feel like they’re covered with cotton, because he’s sure he’d be embarrassed about the noises he makes right now.
It takes him a few long moments to recover from his high, and when he finally feels like he’s returned to his body, he releases James from his deathly grip. "Oh my god, I- I didn’t mean to squeeze you like that, I just couldn’t- think, I felt…" he trails off again, but James just grins.
"Don’t worry 'bout it. I would’ve died happily. So, how do you feel?"
"So fucking good," Regulus says. He’s still a bit out of breath, and he can’t stop smiling. "It was- I don’t even know what to say."
James kisses his way back up his body, until they’re face to face again. This time, Regulus doesn’t feel vulnerable, just a tiny bit tingly. "This good, huh?"
"Don’t let it get to your head," he replies, but this one time, Regulus couldn’t blame James for it. Even though Regulus has never cum before, he knows this was especially good.
"Can’t make any promises there."
Regulus pulls James in for another kiss, and the fact that he can taste himself on James' tongue makes it all the more thrilling.
When Regulus pulls back again to take a good look at the other boy, James says, "well, I’m happy that I could be of service to you."
"I knew your mouth must be useful for something other than making stupid jokes," he teases, and he’s confident to pull James down, and kiss his jaw. He’d always wanted to kiss this spot, and once he’s done that, he doesn’t stop. He just moves his face to where he wants, and James lets him do whatever he pleases.
"Excuse me? My jokes are fantastic," he says, and Regulus is delighted to hear that his kisses have made James' voice a bit breathy.
"Absolutely not. But your head it."
James turns his face so they look at each other. "If you really think that, then I’m happy to lend my mouth to you whenever you’re in need of a good orgasm."
Regulus knows exactly what that means. James would repeat this. Regulus would too.
"What if…I wanted your cock?" He asks. He wraps his legs around James' waist, so he’s forced to come closer, and Regulus can feel the other boy‘s cock pressing against him.
"O-oh. I mean, you can have whatever you want, Reggie." James seems more than willing to give Regulus anything he wants. And he wants everything.
"So I could get your cock?"
"Yeah."
"Right now?"
James raises his eyebrow. "You want to have sex again?"
"Yes. I think I could cum again. But this time, I want to cum on your cock." He’s never asked for anything like that before, but James makes him feel like he can, like he should ask for what he wants.
"Fuck, Reggie. If I’d known one orgasm would turn you into a sex addict…" he starts kissing Regulus' cheek, then trails his way to the spot behind his ear. Then, he whispers, "I’d have offered to have sex with you ages ago."
Regulus feels his cheeks redden, but James already pulls back. "Do you have condoms? Any protection?"
"Use a spell. I want to feel you inside of me," Regulus says. He has condoms, he’s never had the desire to let his boyfriend come inside of him, but with James… yeah, he wants to feel his pleasure.
James groans, then mumbles the spell under his breath, and Regulus feels a tingling sensation. "Do you think you’ll need any lube? I don’t want you to hurt."
Regulus raises his eyebrow, and then dips two fingers inside of himself. They come out wet, and he holds them up for James to see, and he immediately licks them clean. "I’m wetter than I’ve ever been before," he tells him.
James groans again. "You’re so fucking hot. I truly can’t fathom how it’s possible that you have a whole boyfriend, and you’ve never fucking came before. If I was your boyfriend, I’d worship you every minute of the day. Whenever, wherever."
This is like music to Regulus' ears, and he pulls James closer again. He just wants to be pressed against him. "You would? And…if you were my boyfriend, would you eat me out every day?"
"Every morning and every night at the very least," James says.
"And would you make me cum every time we have sex?"
James releases a breathy laugh. "I’d make you cum however many times you want."
Judging by the fact that this is their first time, and Regulus is quite sure he’ll cum a second time within the next hour, he believes James. "I’d love that," he mumbles.
"Just…for future reference: I’m single, by the way," James says with a little wink. Regulus' heart starts pounding in his chest. But when he’s about to open his mouth, James gently puts his hand down over it, shushing him. "Don’t say anything right now. Just let me make you feel good."
Regulus nods, and James starts rubbing his cock against Regulus' pussy, to make it sufficiently wet. Then he lines himself up, and while he slowly sinks into him, he says, "just one last thing, then I’ll shut up and give you another orgasm—you’re boyfriend‘s a fucking dick."
Regulus looks up at James, and then he can’t help but moan from how good his cock feels inside of him. "Don’t stop talking," he mumbles, and even though James gives him a half teasing, half amused smile, Regulus doesn’t take back his words.
"Yeah? Do you want me to keep talking about your dick of a boyfriend, or would you rather have me tell you how fucking good you feel?"
"The latter," Regulus says. He’d love to hear why exactly James doesn’t like his boyfriend, but he doesn’t want to think about anyone but James right now.
"Mhm, good. You do. You feel so fucking good. I don’t think I felt anything better in my life, and I’m not sure I ever will."
He bottoms out, and when he’s fully inside, Regulus bites his lip and asks, "James, can we… can we maybe change the position?"
"Yeah, sure? How do you want it, Reggie? Do you want to be on your stomach?"
"No." Regulus shakes his head. "I want to see you, I want to be able to kiss you, and your face makes me wet." He’s surprised about his own boldness, but it’s only the truth.
James stars at Regulus, star struck. "You drive me crazy," he mumbles, the clears his throat. "So, how do you want it then?"
"Can I be on top? I’ve never been on top, and I want to try it."
"Oh, fuck yes. You’re gonna ride me and I get to admire you." James has them flipped around in one smooth motion, and Regulus holds on to James' chest for stability.
"Don’t be staring at me all creepy," Regulus says, even though he basks in James' undivided attention like a flower in the afternoon sun. "Now you need to tell me if I’m doing everything right."
"Reggie, I don’t think you can do anything wrong."
"Sure I can. I already got off once today, and I do want to cum again, but I want you to cum too," he insists.
James only chuckles and pulls Regulus down for a kiss. "Yeah, but we’re struggling with different things here. You need to do whatever you can so you get the most pleasure possible, and I need to somehow manage to not within the first thirty seconds of you riding me."
Regulus chuckles, and then sits up again. He starts riding James, starting with slow movements. He needs to adjust to this new position, needs to figure out how to move his hips, and which angles feel good for him.
The more confident he feels, the faster he moves. He braces his hands on James' chest, and there’s something incredibly thrilling about looking into James' eyes while riding him. It feels intimate and sensual, but there’s something missing—luckily, Regulus knows what it is.
"Touch me," he moans. "Touch- my ass, please."
James does so, eagerly. His hands are on Regulus' ass before he can even blink, and he starts kneading and squeezing. "Do you even know how many times I’ve thought about touching this perfect ass of yours?" James asks breathlessly.
"How many?"
"Too many to count."
"About as many times as I’ve thought about you touching my ass, then," Regulus says.
James only groans, and closes his eyes for a moment.
Regulus keeps riding him, making sure James' large cock hits all the right places inside of him. "You- James. Look at me. You feel so good, look at me," he whines.
"You’ll make me cum if you stare into my soul like that," he whines back, but he still opens his eyes again.
"So cum, then. Cum inside of me, please, Jamie. Want to feel you inside of me," he moans.
It’s like a switch is flipped, because James starts cumming immediately. He lets out the most attractive moans and groans, and spurts his cum right into Regulus.
The feelings is mind blowing. Regulus can feel his second orgasm rolling over him in waves of hot pleasure and soft air. He keeps moving his hips, keeps riding out his orgasm, and if anything, it feels even more intense than his first one.
Again, his legs beging shaking, and he collapses on top of James. "This was- fucking amazing," he breathes.
"I agree. The best I’ve ever had."
Regulus manages to lift himself up enough to face James. "Really? This was the best orgasm you’ve had?"
"Fuck yeah."
"Wonderful," he says more to himself than to James.
He gets comfortable on James' chest, but before he can close his eyes, he nudges him. "Hey, you don’t want to fall asleep on me, do you?"
"Yeah, I do," Regulus says, simply staying where he is.
"You want me to stay the night?"
"Yeah."
For a moment, there’s silence. "What about your boyfriend."
"He’s a fucking dick, you said so yourself." Again, Regulus props himself up, so he can look at James. His expression lingers somewhere between hope and doubt, so Regulus kisses his cheek. "I’m gonna talk to him. Clear things up. It’s just not working. Hasn’t been for a while."
James nods slowly. "I noticed he wasn’t at your game today."
"Or any game," Regulus agrees. Right now, in James arms, he doesn’t know why he ever agreed to that relationship.
"So…after you break up with him, what then?" The doubt in his expression fades, until only hops is left.
"Well. There’s this guy who told me he’s single, you know? I’m probably going to ask him out," he says.
"Yeah? You want me?" James sounds so hopeful that Regulus wonders for how long he could’ve been having this. This wonderful feeling in his chest right now.
"Yeah. More than anything."
James start grinning widely, and Regulus just has to kiss him.
That night, he falls asleep thoroughly exhausted, but s never felt happier and safer than in James' arms.