#model james

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@jegulus-microfic | march 17 body | words: 687

hiii i’m hangover and on a train again so there’s probably like a million mistakes but i kinda like it so enjoy:3

tw: mentions of sex (if there’s anything else feel free to point it out)

Regulus’ bus was late, which meant he would also be late. At least the professor in his drawing class was understanding in such cases.

When he finally got to the university, Regulus sprinted up the stairs to the second floor, where the class took place, his giant drawing folder banging against his legs, almost knocking him over. He burst into the classroom, breathing heavily and babbling apologies.

As the professor said, ‘No problem, Mr. Black’ sincerely, Regulus went to his easel, laid out all his equipment, and looked up to see today’s model.

Oh shit.

Oh fuck.

Before him stood the personification of the sun, or maybe some kind of god, watching over the huge star. The guy had the prettiest honey-coloured skin, golden glasses, that made his Bambi eyes bigger, sat on a perfectly straight nose and below it were lips. Oh, those lips. They looked so soft, so kissable, Regulus felt the need to test that theory.

His body must have been created by Michelangelo with his beautifully sculpted abs, chest, thighs (oh, those thighs), and most importantly, the V line leading to the large cock that Regulus suddenly needed to feel inside him.

The thought made his cheeks and neck feel a little hotter, but not as hot as when the guy turned his head slightly, looking straight into Regulus's eyes. The corners of his mouth turned up in a soft smile, and Regulus swears to god that the man winked at him.

“No moving,” came the professor’s voice, bursting the little bubble between Regulus and the model. He turned his head back to its previous place, mumbling apologies. His smile stayed on the pretty face for the rest of the class.

***

“Alright, that’s it for today; see you on Friday,” the professor said, dismissing his students. Regulus’ drawing wasn’t finished due to his tardiness and the distraction in the middle of the room.

He packed all his things, putting them in the folder. Regulus could see Pandora waiting for him next to the door, smiling that knowing smile of hers. He frowned in question and got a nod towards the exit in response.

As they walked out, Regulus understood the silent conversation they just had. Right there, propped on the opposite wall, stood the model, now dressed. Even in his low-waisted baggy trousers and tight cropped t-shirt, he looked like a god. When he spotted Regulus, his lips turned into a wide grin. Oh, for fuck’s sake, even his smiles were perfect.

The guy approached him after Pandora whispered to him that she would be waiting for him in the smoking room, leaving with a wink. He stopped three steps from Regulus, still smiling and extending his hand.

“Hi, I’m James." Reg shook his hand, saying a quiet ’Regulus’ in answer. “Oh, like the star, right?” Regulus died at that. This man wasn’t real; he couldn’t be real.

He just nodded with a slack jaw, and James chuckled (skskskskwhatthefuckthatwassocute). Regulus couldn't say a word, so they stood in the corridor staring at each other until the other guy cleared his throat and pointed at the folder on Reg’s shoulder. “Can I see your drawing?”

“Um-“ he looked down and thought about it for a second. “Well, it’s not finished, so...”

“Do you want to finish it? I live, like, two blocks from here,” James said. In the next second, he must’ve realised what he said, because he started a little panicked. “Wait, that came out wrong. I’m sorry. I meant that-“

“I would love to, actually,” Reg cut in. “If you don’t mind, of course.” James’ face lit up. He took Regulus’ folder and led him down the stairs.

On their way to the flat, they made small talk, telling each other about themselves.

As they got into the apartment, James started undressing immediately, while Regulus was setting up everything he needed.

During the whole process, they continued talking, laughing at the absurdity of the situation.

When Regulus was done and James approved the drawing, the other man stayed naked. Not long later, Regulus was undressed, too, and well, his need was fulfilled.

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