#sunseeker smut

[lexithwrites]

—jegulus kinktober day 1.

deepthroating.

|| or, james get's on his knees to give regulus the biggest hit of gender euphoria yet.

1,333 words | explicit | trans regulus | submissive james | established relationship | established consent/safe words | @jeguluskinktoberr

read on ao3.

[z-eel]

"I thought you said you said you were hungry?" Regulus looks at his boyfriend in question.

"Absolutely starved." James replies before finally lowering his face in between Regulus' legs.

[accio-sriracha]

James loved Regulus in the most sensual fucking way possible.

James loved the way his name fell from Regulus' lips, the way his eyes closed and his mouth parted automatically when James tilted up his chin.

He loved when Regulus moaned into a kiss. Or when Regulus pulled a pillow over his face to muffle the sounds, or when he would bite James' shoulder to keep from making any noise. Or when they used a silencing charm and he made a lot of noise.

James loved everything about Regulus, his coy smile that turned soft when James placed a kiss on the tip of his nose, his always accessing eyes that turned half-lidded and unfocused whenever James touched him.

He loved the way Regulus seemed to melt into his arms, like it was physically difficult to hold himself up.

Because Merlin did James love to hold Regulus up.

He loved to hold him by his hair... by his legs wrapped around James' waist... by his throat... by his chest when James took him from behind-

James loved Regulus' hands, how long and slender his fingers were, his perfectly shaped nails that were always coated in black polish. He loved the way his hands wrapped around James. How his fingers looked pressing into the bed sheets.

He loved how his knuckles turned white from their grip on the rope that bound his wrists together. And gods would he spend hours staring at the marks his nails would leave on James' back.

James loved his scent, the way he smelled drove James feral. Sometimes it was deep and musky, the smell of sweat and dirt from quidditch practice that always meant Regulus' muscles were sore. (Which James had no problem helping him relax.)

Sometimes his scent was sweet and delicate, the smell of the perfume James had given him as a gift, it usually meant they were going someplace nice, (And James still had no problem tearing off those expensive clothes the moment they locked the door behind them)

Sometimes he smelled clean, like soap and coconut shampoo, this was usually straight after a shower, which meant James was most likely about to get very lucky.

James loved everything about him. The way he walked, hips swaying and chin held high. He loved the way he talked, no-nonsense in public but sexy and low in James' ear. He loved the way he dressed, always so fashionable and particular, leaving the more revealing clothes for James' eyes only.

James loved everything about Regulus.

And you would be greatly mislead to believe Regulus wasn't basking in every single second of his attention.

[ricochetyears]

wolfstar have the most emotional, electric and steamy lovemaking sessions. i don’t make the rules. i mean like they literally turn into a ball of gasps and crimson cheeks and rosy lips and whimpers and heated whispers and wandering hands and damp hair and bites and eye to eye contact and messy kisses and sweaty bodies and tangled sheets and

[curiouslymyown]

Let James get ridden till the early hours of the morning, that man deserves it

[marigold-hills]

@into-the-jeggyverse | prompt: roar | words: 759

NSFW minors do not interact please

In the lazy quiet of the morning, the chime of the incoming text message is like a sudden roar of a deadly, wild animal.

James should know just by that - maybe a lion’s roar is, after all, a warning to the unsuspecting gazelle. A head start, a countdown to being devoured.

James wouldn't put himself in the position of prey, but Regulus didn’t ask him, made the decision for him, unilaterally decided.

Barty: did Potter fall for it then?

Barty: if I owe you that 50 quid I hope he at least did a good job

Barty: if not come by after, you know no one can fuck you like I do anyway

(The night before their fingers were intertwined, foreheads together, lips only apart enough to give space for words to form: Jamie, and please and so good, just like that, so good for me. Then later: again, again, again, and next time I’ll take my time with you.)

They’re phones are identical. James didn’t notice until he picked up what he thought was his. Regulus must not have noticed when he took the wrong one with him to the kitchen.

(Let me make you coffee, he said, so sweetly, so unlike the usual cold shoulder he would give in response to James’ advances. You deserve it after last night. And this morning. Keep it up and I’ll make you coffee every day.)

(It’s a deal, James responded and thought of all the dusks and dawns ahead.)

“One coffee, sugar and milk, because you’re a heaven,” Regulus comes back into the bedroom, hair still bed-mused and dressed still only in James’ T-shirt. Nothing different than he was when he left. There’s still that spread of pink across the delicate arch of his cheekbones.

(Last night James kissed him right there, right over the little freckle that sits under his left eye.)

“You took the wrong phone,” James tells him. Surprised himself when his voice sounds the way it always does. Like nothing had changed.

Regulus laughs at himself and switches them, takes his phone from James’ hand and then sits in his lap, legs on each side of James’ thighs.

(Last night he rode him like this, perfectly tight and perfectly eager, eyes bright and pleading. Fuck me, fuck into me, he begged, breathy and lovely, please, I need you. Need you Jamie.)

“Sorry. I accidentally read your text,” James tells him. The space between Regulus’ waist where his hand should be and the bed where his hand is feels like magnets repelling each other.

“Barely a night together and you're already going through my phone?” Regulus teases. “If I knew you’d be so jealous—”

He stops because he’s read the texts. That lovely pinkness disappears. Regulus is always pale, but not this pale.

“Jamie…”

“You fucked me for £50?”

“No, wait— not like that, wait.”

James doesn’t push him off, but the feeling of Regulus’ skin on his own becomes unbearable.

(Last night, he kissed the delicate spaces of the inside of Regulus’ thighs, each and every beauty spot and line and perfection. The scar he got on his knee as a child, the one by his hipbone from a drunken stumble.)

James doesn’t have it in him to put his hands on Regulus and lift him up. He doesn’t think he’d let go, if he did, and there’s something in him that won’t stoop to begging. He wishes he found it the night before. “Can you get off me please.”

Regulus, at least, gives him that. James gets up from the bed (rumpled sheets, a tear where Regulus bit into the night before to muffle his cries as James had him on his hands and knees) and puts on his trousers.

His wallet is in the back pocket. He carries cash with him because you never know - something could go wrong, someone could need help, someone, apparently, could count up how much James’ heart is worth.

He puts £50 on the bedside table.

“Jamie please, just— I’m so sorry, I didn’t, that’s not—”

He thinks to ask why Regulus is crying, why there are tears in those beautiful eyes of his, but they look the same as the ones he coaxed out the night before (just one more time for me, you can do it, show me again how you look when you come).

In the lazy quiet of the morning, the starting of James’ car engine sounds like the last roar of an animal dying, calling out to leave one last mark on the world.

***** I don’t know why I wrote this. Please don’t hate me.

[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

Sirius, after catching Regulus and James snogging: This is incest!

James: No, it’s not!

Sirius: Yes, it is!

Regulus: We’re not related!

Sirius: And that makes it okay?

Regulus: Well, it makes it not incest!

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic june 5th — more — 1108words — cw: reg has some pretty explicit dirty fantasies for a moment or two for @honeybcj and all the other james dad bod enjoyers out there<3

Regulus is sitting in his lifeguard chair, eyes trained on the long pool where people are swimming their laps. Nevermind he isn’t even on shift. Over the last few weeks Regulus has signed himself up for more shifts than ever, much to the surprise of their staff manager. Pandora too. They’ve stocked up on sunscreen and went shopping for new cute swimwear and then devoted their last college summer to spending every minute in the presence of piss covered ground, soggy fries and chlorine smelling air.

All for the sole purpose of making eyes at a beautiful couple and their toddler half the day. Or, not-couple, as Pandora has found out in passing, much to both their delight. The parents of little Harry are divorced, or not together anymore, but they still seem to get along well enough, regularly meeting up to come here and spend their days in the water. Lily, a gorgeous redhead with bright eyes and a sweet smile that occasionally makes Pandora squirm in her place and redden in the cheeks more fiercely than any sunburn. 

And then there’s James. Tall, dark haired, in his mid to end twenties, always grinning, tanned, insanely sexy and funny James. 

The sun is already low now and Lily and Harry have already gone home. On the days James doesn’t take the toddler home with him, he often stays a little longer to get some swimming in. Or just to take a nap on one of the chairs, molten popsicle dripping down and into the hairs on his stomach. His belly rising and falling in regular intervals, full lips parted, dark mob of hair a downright mess and the legs of his bathing shorts hiked so far up it should be forbidden.

The white fabric of it is drenched when James heaves himself out of the pool and shakes out his sopping hair.

Regulus’ eyes follow greedily as the older man picks up his towel and dries himself off. James rummages for his water bottle and then tips his head back and gulps. His throat is bobbing and he’s so overly enthusiastic with it that something dribbles out at the sides and along his neck. Regulus feels himself stir in his own swim shorts and he absently gnaws on his lower lip.

He has already perfectly well resigned himself to the fact that he will be an admirer from afar because how do you even walk up to a young dad and tell him you’d very much like to find out just how much of a daddy he is without overstepping multiple boundaries.

That is before Regulus gets pulled from his perverse thoughts of getting fucked deep into the mattress and stubble burn on his jaw and licking over a nipple circled by chest hair when suddenly said object of his fantasies is walking up to him, eyes squinting against the sun.

He comes to a stop in front of Regulus’ high stool and wraps his hand around the ladder railing next to Regulus’ leg, his shoulder muscle bunching deliciously. 

Regulus’ brain is currently projecting an Error404.

“Hi, sorry for disturbing you,” James says with a warm smile. To Regulus. The hot dad is talking to Regulus. “You can totally say No I was just thinking I should reapply,” he waves the bottle of sunscreen in his big hand, “and I need someone to get my back.”

Regulus just gawks, unable to form a coherent thought. There’s a dark mole right over James’ thick left eyebrow and Regulus wants to kiss it. His nose is a little crooked and his stubble looks so obscene from up close Regulus can’t help but imagine what it would feel like against the inside of his thigh, the crease of his ass.

James’ eyebrows raise and he frowns mildly, “You don’t have to, of course. I can ask someone else, it’s no iss—”

“No,” Regulus blurts, probably too quickly. He licks his lips. “I’ll do it,” he offers, his voice cracking embarrassingly, before clambering down his chair. Heat crawls up into Regulus’ cheeks and down his collarbones and he clears his throat.

A gust of realization flits over James’ face and then he grins, shamelessly. Regulus swallows. “Oh, so you’re the cute College kid Lily told me was ogling me.”

Regulus makes a panicked noise in the back of his throat, sputtering slightly.

“You really are pretty,” James murmurs, ducking closer. “I wear glasses usually, ’m sorta blind without them, really. It’s lovely getting to see you up close finally.”

“Oh,” Regulus nods, dumbly.

“What’s your name, love?”

“Regulus.”

James hums, repeating his name, slowly letting it roll over his tongue and Regulus shivers.

“I’m James by the way.”

Regulus nods again but he knew that already.

“So,” James cocks his head, “I was promised a slathering of sunscreen?”

And Regulus does just that. He lets James squirt the cool, milky white fluid on his hands and then begins rubbing it into tan skin. James is warm and sturdy under his fingers and when Regulus gets to his neck, adorned by a thin, golden chain, James lets his head loll to the side with a groan. Regulus has to work hard not to let his cock react to it.

When James turns around he has his lower lip trapped between his teeth and is watching Regulus with lidded eyes. There’s still some residue on Regulus’ palms and when James sees that, he takes his wrists slowly and brings his hands down over his bicep as well. 

Regulus is pretty sure he just sighed a little too loudly but he’s too transfixed to care. 

James hums once Regulus is done. “Thank you,” he says, tucking one of Regulus’ curls back. “I’ll let you get back to your shift then,” James mumbles, voice low and playful, “Wouldn’t want to distract you from saving lifes.”

“I’m not on shift,” Regulus replies, stupidly, basically exposing himself. He needs to get a grip.

A happy smile spreads over James’ face, “Well, then why don’t you come join me so I can keep looking at you without my glasses from up close?”

Regulus hesitates for a moment, dumbfounded by the amount of active flirting and compliments.

“I’ll share my fruit and you can tell me all about your courses and that blonde friend of yours that seems to have a thing for Harry’s mum,” James winks.

A small laugh tumbles out of Regulus, “Yeah, she’s ridiculously down bad for Lily.” 

“Oh, people who live in glass houses, love…” James smirks, starting for his spot next to the pool.

Regulus blushes a deep pink as he follows behind him.

[rottin6]

mdni. 18+ | pornstar jegulus.

“m’gonna make you a star.”

james adjusts the lens of his camera, zooming in on the new boy’s lips, catching the way he darts his tongue out to taste the gloss. the younger boy nervously giggles underneath him, resting back on the bed on his elbows, batting his eyelashes. james’ eyes are wide above him, a wide grin on his face. “gonna make you a real fuckin’ star.” he repeats, his knee lowering down on the bed as he positions the camera right, grabbing the other boy by his jaw. “look here, sweets, ‘n’ tell us your name and age, hm?”

regulus bites down on his lower lip, his eyes low as he looks into the camera, taking a sneaking glance at the man behind the camera. he runs his hands over his body, his fingers rubbing at his nipples, “well, uh, you can call me baby.” he licks his lips once more, relishing under the camera and the eyes of the man behind. “and i’m nineteen.” he seals with a little kiss at the camera, gulping nervously.

“nineteen, is that right?” james mutters with a light shake of his head. “just a fuckin’ baby, aren’t you?” he kneels further down on the bed, his hand coming into the view of the camera as his fingers reach out for regulus’ throat, wrapping around and pushing him down off his elbows. the camera zooms in on his nipples, following his fingers that play with the piercings then move to the silver pendant that hangs off a chain around his neck. “so goddamn pretty.” james comments, not knowing if it’s for the camera or himself. 

the camera’s back on his face soon enough, james removing the grip he has on regulus’ throat and reaching up to stroke his cheek softly. he plunges his thumb into his mouth then, no warning given, and regulus takes it in. he sucks on it, his tongue licking all around for the camera but his eyes are on james. “good boy.” james murmurs before pulling his thumb out and lightly hitting the side of his face. “bend over f’me, yeah? show everyone what you’re hiding under these little shorts.”

regulus brings his finger to his mouth, wiping off the saliva with a slow nod. he turns over on the bed, hands reaching behind him to pull the thin fabric higher up his ass. he shows off the curve, his head buried in the pillow below him as he lets out a slight giggle. he hears a tut from behind him and james sucks in a breath, his hand slapping down on the flesh. “look how pretty he is.” he murmurs, his rough hand stroking over regulus’ shorts before pushing the fabric aside. “y’doing so good, baby, just gonna open you up, yeah?”

james angles the camera lens down at himself, his hand reaching into the waistband of his jeans while he balances the camera on his shoulder. he pulls out his thick cock and it makes a sloppy sound when it springs out. regulus releases a shaky breath, his back arching, preparing himself. “this your first time getting fucked on camera, pretty?” james murmurs, his hand slicking over his cock, pumping it a few times as he aligns it with regulus’ dripping hole. the younger boy nods, his nails digging into the bedsheets. “fuck—just, hold on, baby.” 

james holds the camera up, the only sound being the shitty air conditioning of the casting room and his heavy breathing. he bends slightly, spreading regulus’ asscheeks before grazing the tip of his thumb over the hole, not yet shoving it inside. instead, he circles over the area, rubbing it softly and then some more. he curses when the cloth of his shorts falls back and gets in the way so he pulls them off, prepping his cock now. he rubs over it a couple times, a coy smile on his lips when he sees regulus wiggle his hips for the camera. he lifts his cock, resting it on regulus’ back almost like a measurement to see how deep he’ll fit inside and he lets out a throaty chuckle. he holds the tip of his dick, watching through the lens, skimming over the boy’s dripping hole before forcing it inside. he lets out a low grunt when he hears regulus moan softly, watching the way his head falls further into the pillow, muffling his noises. 

“gonna make you a fuckin’ star, baby.” james huffs out, his thrusts increasing in pace as he lifts the camera when regulus looks behind, lips stretching into a teasing smile with his eyes all glossy.

[eden-writes-stuff]

Jegulus NSFW headcanons

we stan trans Regulus, so I will include that in here

Their first time was in James' seventh year, in the room of requirements.

He made it all romantic with candles and everything

They were both super nervous because it was also both their first time at all (James was first obsessed with Lily and didn't want to have anything with anyone and Reg was 1. too insecure about his body and 2. raised to not have sex before mariage.)

Regulus cries, James is completely overwhelmed because he can't figure out why, but Reg beggs him not to stop.

They cuddle afterwards

Reg is still kinda insecure about his genitals, but likes the way James treats him (James is huge fan of body worship, eating out, everything)

At some point Regulus figures out a spell that switches his sex and from then on they fuck hard!!!

Reg likes to top and put his dick to use

James loves seeing him so confident

Later when they're both out of school, they get more into kinks and experiment with stuff.

Regulus loves tying James up and slightly degrading / embarasing him. (and James happily lets him)

They also get into Shibari (bondadge, but fancy)

James OBVIOUSLY has a knife kink

[adharastarlight]

Tis The Season

Eight: Music

Jegulus smut with maybe... some plot? Sirius doesn't know (just like if you know me irl? you dont) about jegulus at all... anyway, there's a reason James always has his music on too loudly

“Turn the music down, James!”

The brunette heard his best friend's yell echo from across the hall but he wasn't listening. He was also one hundred percent sure that Sirius would rather hear the possibly too loud bass of his music than the noises his little brother was making.

“Sh-shit, Jamie, fuck,” Reg managed the words between gasped moans, nails digging into the older boy’s back.

He cursed, “that's it, baby, you're so fucking perfect.”

The younger whimpered, arching into him further and throwing his head back, exposing that beautiful neck. That neck he knew he wasn't meant to mark. But it was right there. It was taunting him. Regulus let out a gasped moan when his boyfriend started sucking and biting at his neck. He would've said something, that it was a bad idea maybe, if he wasn't slowly going insane with bliss. A slightly louder moan tore free from him, almost animalistic, when James reached between them to rub circles against his clit, slowly, faster, faster, fuck.

“So good for me, angel.” James grunted at the nails scratching down his back, his hips stuttering slightly, “I'm so close, fuck.”

“Jamie, merde.”

The brunette moaned into his neck, against the skin he'd probably bruised by now, cursing as his boyfriend came, clenching around him. His hips lost their rhythm as he came, pressing fleeting kisses against Reg's neck and shoulders and collar bones as he slowly lowered himself to lie on top of him.

Regulus let out a soft huff as the older man's weight pressed into him and reached up to card his fingers through his hair gently, “hi sweetheart.”

He smiled and reached over for the remote for the stereo, turning down the music and pressing a kiss to the other's temple, “you need to find a way to be quieter, angel.”

“We've music and you like it when I'm loud.”

“Sirius yelled for me to turn it down, he'll catch on at some point.”

“That's his problem, not mine.”

James laughed softly, “it'll be your problem when your boyfriend is hung drawn and quartered, my love.”

“He wouldn't hurt my boyfriend!”

“I mean in his defence, he has no idea-”

“...Stop making excellent points.” He kissed his nose and tugged on his hair gently, “I liked the new mixed tape.”

“I thought you would.”

Reg smiled, about to reply and ask when he'd made it, but a holler came up the steps again. Followed by impatient stomping on stairs.

“James! You arse! It's your bloody turn to cook dinner! What the fuck are you doing in here?” The handle of his room twisted but the door remained closed, the brunette muffling his laugh in his boyfriend's neck. “Why the fucking hell is your door locked? Prongs! Come and make dinner you arse!”

“Go.” The younger whispered it into his hair, shushing the protest he knew was coming, “I'm fine, my love, I'm great actually. I'll be even better if my brother doesn't come barging in here. Go on.”

“Prongs!”

“Coming, I'm coming! Chill, Pads.” He pulled away reluctantly and kissed the figure smiling under him before rolling out of the bed and tugging on his boxers and joggers. He chuckled softly when his boyfriend lobbed his tee at him, lowering his voice to a whisper, “what's this for?”

Regulus grinned and tugged the duvet over himself, “you've scratches.”

“You're such a cat.”

“And you're such a stag, now shoo.”

The older boy scoffed and tugged on the tee before slipping out of his door, making sure it closed behind him before his best mate could look in, “you're very impatient, Pads.”

Sirius scanned him curiously, but merely shrugged and started walking downstairs, “what were you even doing? You're all flushed.”

“Pull-ups, sorry about the music, didn't realise how loud it was when I was in the moment.”

“It's alright, you're lucky Reggie doesn't mind that kind of music.”

“Yeah, really lucky.” He smiled to himself and clapped his mate on the back, “right, what d'you want for dinner?

***

“Reg!!! It's dinner!”

Regulus groaned at his brother's holler and rolled out of the bed he'd buried himself back into after his quick shower. He grabbed his shirt from the side and cursed under his breath at the state of it. They'd maybe been a little frantic to get the clothes off earlier.

“Regulus!”

“I'm coming you grumpy old dog!” He called back, reaching into his boyfriend's wardrobe for one of his tees which fell just above his knees, foregoing his boxers and trousers because… making said boyfriend suffer was awfully good fun.

James looked up as the younger boy walked into the lounge and almost choked. He also almost dragged him back up to his room. He was starving, but the plate in front of him had never looked so unappetising.

“Finally! What took you so long, étoile?”

He shrugged and settled into his spot, the one between James and the arm of the sofa. Which he honestly had made his, before he actually knew where the man who would become his boyfriend sat. He could feel the probably-not-subtle eyes running over him and smiled, “dinner looks good.”

His brother nodded and flopped into the armchair near them, picking up the remote, “I love mum and dad but I might love eating in front of the tv more.”

Regulus nodded and forced a shiver, tugging the blanket over himself and the brunette, “me too. It's far more relaxed.”

His boyfriend grinned at him and moved his hand to his inner thigh, brushing against where he'd expected to find boxers and stifling a groan by stuffing a mouthful of pasta into his mouth. He glanced at his best friend whose attention was affixed to the screen and dipped his hand between his thighs, brushing lightly against his clit.

“Oh, Reggie, Pandora called.”

He raised an eyebrow at his brother, ignoring the teasing touches as best as he could, “she did?”

“Yeah, asked about going to the city centre tomorrow, the library. I said you'd call if you couldn't go but otherwise meet her there at eleven.”

James waited for the moment his boyfriend opened his mouth to pinch his clit, just hard enough to elicit a sharp inhale.

“Oh, yeah, that's great. I'll definitely g-” he forced back a moan as a finger slipped into him, curling up to brush his gspot, “go-oh.”

Sirius glanced over at the stuttered word and furrowed his brows, “you okay, Reggie?”

“Yeah, yea-” he clenched his jaw when his boyfriend repeated the motion and had a sip of his water, smiling sheepishly at his brother, “hiccups, sorry.”

He shrugged and turned back to the tv. James waited a moment to ensure he wasn't going to turn back around and pushed a second finger into him, curling and stroking until he was fairly certain the it other's teeth were grinding together. He leaned over slightly, whispering against the shell of his ear, “so pretty and desperate for me, angel. In my shirt and nothing else. Practically begging me to fuck you, hm?”

Reg let out a quiet whimper, making sure his voice was just as quiet when he replied, “is this you - fuck - teaching me to be quiet?”

“Mm. You're doing so well, baby.”

“Fuck, Jamie, please.”

The brunette smirked and rubbed his thumb against his clit, moving his fingers just too slowly, “if you're quiet you can come whenever you want, angel.”

He bucked his hips into the contact slightly before nodding, biting his lip hard enough to draw the faintest blood to hold back a moan when his boyfriend sped up. His shoulders slumped into the sofa behind him as he focused on being quiet, only a quiet gasp leaving him when he came, head thrown back slightly, back arched up the tiniest amount.

James drew his hand back and waited until his boyfriend was looking at him to suck his fingers clean. He smirked at the almost silent whimper, mouthing ‘good boy’ and watching the younger boy crumble on the spot.

They were going to need louder music.

[lexithwrites]

—jegulus kinktober day 3.

alpha/beta/omega.

|| james has to deal with his ruts every month as an alpha, but it's a lost easier with a level-headed regulus there to help him through it.

2206 words | explicit | trans and dominant regulus | submissive james | established relationship | established consent/safe words | @jeguluskinktoberr

read on ao3.

[ultravioletbrit]

coming out of my cave just to finish and post a little bit of smutty jeggy 🤭

Good Morning, Mr. Potter

snippet: Regulus doesn’t loosen his hold on James until James is gently laying him down on his bed. Regulus wastes no time and shimmies out of his slacks and briefs and James quickly removes his joggers. As frantic as they were just a moment ago, things seem to slow down a bit as James steps back to admire Regulus sprawled out on his bed. Normally such direct and blatant attention would make Regulus want to hide away, curl in on himself or move things along quickly to avoid these moments. But instead, he finds himself staring back at James with just as much adoration. James’ gaze is so intense Regulus feels like he might burst into flames and still he has no desire to break the moment. He’s happy to lay here and burn if James is the one setting him on fire.

E : 5.2k

[lulublack90]

Prompt 8 - Silent

@jegulus-microfic February 8, Word count 406

Previous part First part

CW- NSFW

James was so warm in his hand. The velvety skin slipped through his hand as he gave a gentle tug. The deep, reverberating groan James gave him filled Regulus with an odd thrill he’d never felt before for anyone.

He wanted to make James do it again, so he stroked along his length with a slightly tighter grip. James let out that soul-shuddering groan, and his hips canted forward, thrusting his length into Regulus’s hand. Regulus’s breath hitched as he held on. James pressed his chest heavier onto Regulus as his hips lifted, and he drove forward again and again. 

“Reg!” He cracked in warning, but Regulus simply began squeezing his hand as the crown of James’s cock passed through it. It only took a few more hard thrusts and James’s cum was dripping from Regulus’s fingers. 

He pulled his hand out of James’s trousers and observed the white liquid pooling in his palm. It was a heady feeling giving someone that pleasure and knowing it was because of you. He’d never felt anything like it. He felt pleasure from giving James pleasure and felt no need to ask for his own release. This must have been what James felt like the last time they’d done anything, and he’d told Regulus he was happy just giving. 

He stared at his hand for a moment longer before he vanished the mess with a silent, wandless charm and sunk back into the mattress, letting James’s spent weight ground him and make him feel so loved. He grimaced at his own thoughts. Love. What a silly notion. But at the same time, he knew James was affecting him more and more each day. His friends would start getting noisier than they already were if he wasn’t careful. He couldn’t even remember when he’d last slept in his own bed. 

He wrapped his arms around James’s torso and held him tight. He’d be happy if he never slept in his own bed again. He looked over James’s shoulder at the canopy above and imagined a life where he’d return to James each night and make love in this very bed at Potter Manor, and James’s parents would love him even more than they loved Sirius, and he’d be so incredibly happy all the time… He didn’t finish his fantasy as exhaustion finally took him, and he fell asleep in James’s childhood bed underneath James, warm and so, so, so happy.  

Next part

[ricochetyears]

thinking a lot about james and trans!reg having sex on a windowsill at the potter’s house and regulus trying to stay quiet but james smells like heaven and his tongue between his legs is stroking him just right

(i think i’m about to write a oneshot on ao3 and probably make james hispanic…)

[veritas-scribblings]

complex - @jegulus-microfic - words: 856 [explicit / NSFW]

[warnings: breath-play | inspired by @lexithwrites's post]

They are good at this, James thinks. It’s like they were made for this, to fit together perfectly. Mirror images of one another. James is warm and open and bright like the sun where Regulus is distant and closed and shines in the dark. James is quick to love, exposed for the world to see where Regulus takes his time to let others in.

So James loved Regulus quickly and fiercely. He knew long before Regulus did. Gave his heart up without hesitation. Regulus was slower to love, James thinks. Surveyed the area for signs of potential danger. Sent his friends in after to double check. He gave his heart up reluctantly, hesitant to trust James with something so delicate and precious.

But when Regulus loves, he loves eternally. And now that James has his love, James fears nothing. He does not fear losing Regulus’s love, no, though sometimes he does fear losing Regulus himself.

They are in sync in many ways. They echo each other perfectly. Because they were made for this. To complement each other in life. To fit together perfectly in bed.

Regulus likes to be on top, because he likes the control of it all. Likes controlling the pace and the rhythm and the depth. Like’s torturing James with it. Likes pleasuring James with it. Likes giving James access to the entirety of himself so James can tend to his pleasure or watch as Regulus tends to it. And James loves it too.

Merlin, Morgana both, does James love it too.

Regulus uses James’s chest for leverage and support, one hand planted firmly so he can grind his hips, rock back and forth in a way that is winding the coil of tension inside James tighter and tighter and tighter. Regulus’s head is thrown back, exposing the perfect, pale length of his neck. He works his hand between his legs in time to his thrusts. Rubs his swollen, hard arousal between his fingers. He’s biting his lip, moaning, the rhythm he has established faltering and stuttering.

And James can’t help but whimper, because he can see it building in the way Regulus’s breathing has quickened, his chest rising and falling rapidly, in the way his brow is furrowed and the way his eyes flutter shut.

Regulus arches and then pitches forwards onto James, hips bucking unevenly, convulsing, crying out. His orgasm is long, and it’s an intense one that squeezes every rational thought out of him. And when he lands on James, his arm is thrown forwards and ends up pressed against James’s windpipe all but crushing it.

Regulus, James realises, is in absolutely no state of mind to notice what he’s doing.

For a moment, James can’t breathe. He panics. There is a part of his brain that completely spirals out of control, thinks that Regulus’s orgasm may last forever and that it will quite literally kill James. And maybe that is not the worst way to go, with Regulus orgasming on James’s cock.

But the panic subsides and soon James is overcome by a heady, dizzy rush. He cannot breathe, no, but for now that’s okay because he feels light, like he’s floating. Like he’s flying. And he’s so very aware of the sensations in his own body: the pleasure and bliss and euphoria shooting through him, lighting up his nerves, setting flame to his skin. He can feel Regulus coming still, the twitches in his body, the feeling of Regulus so-very-wet and warm and clenching around him. So fierce and tight at first, and then gentler, fluttering. Regulus moans, hot and breathy and rumbling against James’s neck.

‘James.’

When the air rushes back into James’s lungs, the world is spinning beneath him and he thinks that he might be spinning with it.

‘James.’

James blinks, groans, shudders. Thinks closecloseclose and ohgod and sogood and doitagainplease.

Regulus has picked himself up, his hands now planted on James’s chest. He grins down at James. There is devious wickedness in his expression as he begins to roll his hips and rock intently on James’s cock, drawing shaky desperate moans out of James.

‘Jamie,’ Regulus murmurs. He raises an eyebrow. They are on the same page, James realises. Of course they are. They are always so in sync.

James nods, a whine caught in his throat, his hands raising to find Regulus’s sides and hold him. Pulling back slightly, Regulus grins and begins a brutal pace.

‘Fuck,’ James gasps, writhing beneath him, barely able to string a coherent thought together. So close to losing his mind. ‘Fuck, Reg, I can’t…I’ll…’

‘Yeah,’ Regulus breathes. He leans forwards, a hand fluttering to James’s throat where he holds him very, very gently. Questioning. ‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah,’ James echos, gasping, whimpering, mirroring Regulus who has not slowed the pace of his thrusts. He grips the bedsheets, fisting them in anticipation.

And with a grin, Regulus squeezes.

And James’s mind spirals, overcome with the light, heady, dizzy rush.

And everything whites out.