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“I've never been with anyone.” Regulus confesses, embarrassed.
They are in the living room in Regulus’ apartment, sitting on the couch. He had a problem with his thermostat and Sirius couldn't get there to fix it, so he sent James, because of course he did.
It was some easy shit that took James five minutes, but Regulus’ useless upbringing made him unable to function at this thing called adult life. It is what it is. He doesn't even know how they got to this point, they were talking about normal adult things like uni and jobs, and then suddenly they were talking about Regulus’ nonexistent sex life.
“Because you don't want to?” James asks, clearly not wanting to say the wrong thing.
“I guess the opportunity hasn't presented itself? I mean at Grimmaulds I wasn't able to do anything and after I got out I dated, of course but just… They weren't…” Fuck, he sounded pathetic, stupid Regulus can't even get laid.
“It's okay, it doesn't have to happen if you're not ready, it should definitely not happen if you don't want it to.”
Regulus groans loudly, putting his forehead on James’ shoulder.
They weren't close when Regulus left his parents’ house. They didn't even get close for months after that, but somehow James with his endless amount of attention and goodness got through Regulus’ walls, and they became sort of friends, or at least what Regulus’ hopes is friendship, he was never good at understanding human social relationships.
“That's the thing! I do want to, it's just, I don't know how people do that. And at this point I don't think I know enough about it, it's embarrassing.”
“It's not, love.” James runs a hand through Regulus' hair, probably just wanting to give him comfort, he is a very touchy person after all, but, well, Regulus is pent up, and they are already talking about this, so the touch makes him shiver.
James realizes, and briefly stops petting his hair. But then he moves his hand lower, and starts making circles on the back of his neck, making him moan softly. Regulus raises his head, locking eyes with James, next thing he knows they're kissing.
Hard and fast and deep and passionately. He feels uncomfortable in this position though, so the most reasonable thing in his mind at that precise moment is to just… Move to James’ lap, one leg on each side of his thick thigh. James moans into the kiss, moving his hands to Regulus’ waist and pulling him down.
“Jamie.” He moans at the contact of his cunt on James’ jeans, wanting all of his clothes to disappear.
James seems to think the same way cause he starts unbuttoning Regulus’ shirt, taking it out of the way. He detaches himself from Regulus’ lips, making him whine.
“On or off?” James asks, and it takes a moment for him to understand ‘Oh, the binder’ he thinks. He hesitates.
“It can stay on, baby, it's the same to me.” And baby? Really? Regulus melts.
“No, no, off is okay.” They're not that big anyway, and it's not a big part of his dysphoria, he might change his mind later, but he knows James would stop at any moment Regulus said the word. Right now he just needs to be as close to James as he can.
James must hear the certainty in his voice, because he nods and takes it off. He kisses Regulus’ chest and he feels like he might explode right there.
“Come on, baby, be a good boy and hump my leg.” Regulus whines at the words, and does exactly that.
James kisses him again while Regulus uses all his energy to ride James’ thigh, his wetness trespassing the clothes, groaning at the pleasure and coming undone with him, for him, and for the first time in the presence of someone else.
He looks up to James, whose eyes are full of lust and want. Regulus makes a movement to stand up and his hands tighten on his waist, before realizing and letting go. A part of Regulus wishes he hadn't let go. He stands up and looks at the wet patch he left behind, face heating up.
“Sorry for that.” He says shyly. James laughs softly.
“It was perfect, you were perfect. And I'm not done with you yet.”
Regulus lets out a small gasp, he really thought they were going to try and forget about this, ignore each other for a few months or something. Not this, he was not, is not prepared for this.
“Let's go to your room.” James says, standing up. Regulus follows him with an excited spark in his eyes, heart beating so hard it feels like it's going to leave his chest.
“Touch yourself.” James commands, sitting on the wooden chair that was facing the bed that currently held a completely undressed Regulus.
Regulus spread his legs and trailed a hand down his body starting from his neck then moving it to play with his nipple before continuing his journey down his abdomen, then his thigh, slowly getting closer to his centre.
He spread his lips and teased his own clit, hissing softly at the contact. “Jamie.” he breathed.
“Daddy.” he pleaded. The ‘daddy’ slipping out and making James loose his mind.
“What is it baby? What do you need?” James asked, mesmerized by how perfect the view was, how soft Regulus’ pale skin looked, memorizing every twitch his body made. “Have you ever touched yourself like that?”
Regulus nodded shyly. “A few times. I've never…” He trailed.
“You've never what princess?” Regulus blushed beautifully. James takes note of that.
“I've never put my fingers inside.” He admits. “I was scared.”
James groans and licks his lips. “Oh you really are an inexperienced one aren't you?” The things James could teach him, will teach him. “Come on baby, move a finger up and down, let's see if you're wet enough.”
Regulus nods and does as told, he raises his wet finger and shows it to James. He opens his mouth as if to speak but he backtracks and closes it again.
“No, tell me whatever it was that you were going to say.” James prompts. “Don't be shy with me.”
Regulus hesitates and closes his eyes. He doesn't open them when he speaks. “I usually just hump my pillow when I need to… relieve myself. Which is why it was easier early.” James instinctively looks at the still wet patch on his jeans.
He hums appreciatively, he likes how honest Regulus is being with him, so innocent but eager to learn.
“You were marvelous, baby.” He praises. “Put a finger in for me, will you, princess?” Regulus’ cheeks are a delicious pink, James wants to bite them so hard they bleed.
Regulus’ finger slides easily. “What now, daddy?” He asks, voice full of need.
“Crook it, and start moving it in.” Regulus does, and he whimpers a bit.
“Need… More…” He looks desperate, but he doesn't add the second finger, asking for permission, being such a good boy without even realizing how so.
“Go on, add a second one.” James encourages, watching with pure fascination how regulus immediately obeys, arching his back and pumping his fingers in and out. “Good boy, you're doing perfect for me.”
Regulus whines loudly, fingers still sliding in and out, hips moving with desperation. “Daddy, please.” He whimpers, he probably doesn't even know what he's asking for, he just wants more.
James stands up from the chair and positions himself on the edge of the bed, leaning towards Regulus’ body to watch his cunt closely. He blows on it and marvels at Regulus’ whole body trembling in response, without him even laying a finger on him.
Regulus makes one deeper movement, hitting his right spot if the volume of his moan is indicator enough, and then James sees it. A flow of blood coming out of Regulus’ entrance, who doesn't even notice it’s happening, too busy riding the pleasure of the organization he is having.
“Daddy, please, more, I need you. I want all of you.” He moans loudly.
James’ resolve to not touching dies right there and then, seeing Regulus’ hymen break in real time, he grabs the younger boy's wrist and pulls the fingers out, ignoring his baby's whine in protest, and sucks at them, then he takes them out of his mouth and buries his face on his cunt, making sure his tongue gathers all the blood, he sucks his clit, moves his own hand and starts fingering Regulus enthusiastically, paying attention to what movements make him react more and arch his perfect back, his other hand grips at Regulus’ waist, strong enough to mark, to bruise.
“I'm close again, Jamie, please.” Regulus keeps babbling nonsense, too deep in after coming two times and going for the third one in less than two hours.
James keeps going, moving his free hand to Regulus' nipple and twisting it, remembering how he had hissed at the contact when Regulus did it on himself.
“Daddy.” Regulus screams, coming on his face. James moves up and kisses him, not pulling his fingers out just yet, the boy moans at his own taste.
James lets him go, chuckling at how Regulus l instinctively follows him with his face in a pout as if someone had taken his lollipop from him.
James unbuckles his belt and pulls down his pants, taking out his cock and lining it up to Regulus’ entrance.
"You're all nice and wet, baby. Care for a fourth one?” He mocks. Regulus looks scared for a moment, but he composes his face and nods with more security than James believes he has. “Or we can leave it for another day…”
“No! No. I'm fine. I want it, I want you.” Regulus is quick to say. James smirks. He moves his cock up and down his cunt, his head grazing Regulus’ clit and making him react in overstimulation.
“God baby. I'm going to make you completely mine.” He kisses Regulus’ shoulder. “You'll never be able to delete me from your body, this part of me will always stay with you.” Regulus’ made a sound half pleased, half needy.
James put his cock in, with no warning, making Regulus arch his back and moan soundly. He starts fucking him in earnestness, grabbing his hips and moving them, loving how pliant Regulus’ body is, and how perfectly they click, how it all works. Regulus let's himself be manhandled and fucked into a mess of pleads, James is living his dream, the most perfect boy just letting him have his way with him, with soft skin, puffy lips, beautiful hair to grab, perfect neck to choke.
“Baby, I'm going to cum.” He makes a movement to pull out.
“No, inside, please.” Regulus asks, begs. “Come inside me.” He grabs James so he doesn't move, as if he was stronger than him, especially like this.
"Are you even on the pill baby?” James wonders, concerned.
“I’ll buy one after, I don't care.” Regulus whines, too fucked to have coherent thoughts. “I need to feel you.” James groans.
“Okay, okay.” He nods. “Ugh, princess you are so fucking perfect, made for me, made to please me and fulfill all my needs. Mine” He keeps fucking him in all force.
“Yours, Daddy, all yours.” Regulus mumbles, not being strong enough to say it clearly.
James moans and feels his climax get to him, spilling inside Regulus with full force, immediately causing him to come as well.
They lay in bed next to each other, James kissing all of Regulus’ body slowly and with reverence. He is going to stand up to look for a wet cloth so he can clean him up when Regulus stops him with sad eyes.
“Are you leaving?” He asks, so quietly that James barely heard it.
“No baby, I just want to clean you up before it dries.” He caresses his face softly. Regulus’ shoulders ease, letting go of the tension he was so clearly feeling seconds ago.
“Oh… Okay, that'd be good, yes.” Regulus seems to hesitate. “I just… I don't want you to go.” James smiles, endeared.
“I'm right here baby, I'll just be a second, okay?” Regulus nods.
When James comes back, he is already sound asleep, he cleans him up either way, and then he lays next to Regulus, who, even in his sleep, immediately curls onto him, holding him closely.
James feels his heart clench and closes his eyes.
His last thought before sleep takes him away being that he could do this forever.