the push and pull of the tide (and the eclipse of the sun)

by Havoc_Pusher

Summary:

Regulus is inexperienced, and who better to gain it with than the cute library assistant (Remus) and the president of the SGA (James)?

Notes:

• For bluecrush.

HAPPY BDAY BLUE!!

There are more parts of this coming eventually, but this one is done and dusted so I figured “why wait?”

So here it goes, enjoy <3

Chapter 1: Remus Lupin (the moon)

Regulus' first time happens in Remus Lupins' single dorm room on his too small, lofted twin bed.

He's an RA (not Regulus' RA, to be clear), and he's got a dorky, oversized sweater charm about him that Regulus thinks is perfect to pair with something as sweet and tender as a first time.

Remus Lupin, however, is not the wholesome, dorky, sweater clad nerdy library dweller that Regulus thought he was—well, he is all of those things, but he's also a closeted freak on top of it all.

Regulus is inexperienced. He had his first kiss the night of his high school graduation at the afterparty. He gave his first awkward, overly enthusiastic hand job on his older brother's couch.

When he met Remus returning an overdue library book two months ago, he slowly but surely decided that he would be the one to pop his cherry.

He seemed like he would be nice and gentle and accomodating. Say all the right things. Check all the correct boxes. And he does. He passes every "is this guy a creep?" test with flying colors.

Don't get him wrong—Regulus was not expecting Remus to be a virgin too. If anything, that would've been a deal breaker. Regulus wants to be the only inexperienced bloke in the room when he gets fucked for the first time.

Remus' dorm room smells exactly like the library and clean linens. It's lit only by the string lights looped along his ceiling, casting everything in a warm, golden glow. His bed is lofted off the ground, likely at the highest setting it can manage. It's small enough the their knees knock together even when they're lying completely still next to eachother.

But Regulus isn't exactly still right now.

He's on his back, legs splayed open, arms bracketing his head like a broken halo. Remus rocks into him rhythmically, one arm braced beside his shoulder, the other holding one of his thighs up. His grip is just the right amount of tight, and it's driving Regulus crazy.

Regulus hasn't been able to form a coherent thought, not a single word except for Remus' name successfully making its way from his mouth. He can only pant. Moan. Squeek with every new sensation and touch and movement.

Even now, Remus' gaze is focused on where they're connected. He's done a great job focusing on both of their pleasure, maybe even extra on Regulus' part. He ate Regulus out and made him come before he even took his own boxers off.

Regulus has never let anyone else go down on him before—usually because he didn't think it was something they'd be into, but Remus asked and licked his lips like he was hungry for it, and who is Regulus to refuse a starving man?

Regulus liked it. Likes it. He'll ask for it in the future, and if he sees Remus again (he will), he hopes he asks for a second third time.

"You alright?" Remus asks, slightly out of breath.

His even pace suggests core strength that Regulus was not expecting, and, honestly, he doesn't look like much from a regular once over. His large second hand sweaters cover his soft stomach and happy trail (obviously), but his clothes also hide his nice calves and broad shoulders. Regulus hopes he never wears clothes in his prescense again. Plus, the library desk doesn't do him much justice. It hides his long legs and arms. He looks so small sitting there with his reading glasses and stupid mug that says 'this might be wine' like he's someone's mum.

Overall, Regulus is glad he chose him to take his virginity. He'll be coming back to casa de Remus realllllll soon, he can feel it.

"Yeah," Regulus breathes out. He moves one hand to wrap around the wrist nearest his head. "Can you go harder please?"

Remus lets out a breathy laugh and obliges, pushing the leg he's holding higher into Regulus' body.

"Wait—"

Remus stops, eyes searching Regulus' face quickly. "What's wrong?"

"No, not wrong, just—" His face colors with embarassment as well as arousal. "Can we change positions?"

"Oh—yeah, sure." Remus smiles gently, squeezing Regulus' thigh once and letting go, sitting up to his full height. "What're you thinking?"

"Can you, uhm," He feels his face grow even hotter. "Sorry."

"Don't apologize, it's okay." Remus hums, "you can just describe whatever you're thinking, or tell me what you liked about what we were already doing."

Regulus nods and takes Remus' hand. "I liked you holding my leg up, but—" he pauses, looking up and searching the other's face as he presses the palm of Remus' hand against the back of his opposite thigh. "I want you to hold both of them up. I'm flexible, so it should be okay."

Remus' eyes widen a little bit before he squeezes them shut, taking a deep breath. "S'called a mating press, ya know."

If at all possible, Regulus flushes further. He's positive it's all the way down his chest at this point. "Y-yeah?"

"Mhm," Remus hums, thumb sliding along the crease behind Regulus' knee. "I'm wearing a condom, so, if you want me to come inside…" He trails off.

"Fuck—yeah, yes please."

Remus chuckles and places his other palm flat against the back of Regulus' leg, "do you want me to press them against your chest or your sides?"

"Wanna still be able to see you," Regulus whispers.

It's Remus' turn to flush, but he nods in response, pushing against the back of Regulus' legs and pressing forward.

Regulus responds with a shaky sigh as his head falls back against the pillows.

"Nuh-uh," Remus tsks. "You said you wanted to see me. Keep that head up sweetheart."

Regulus obeys without thinking, tilting his head up and locking eyes with Remus as he continues fucking into him. "Sorry."

"S'alright," his pace falters. "I'd help you come again but my hands are busy. Wanna touch yourself for me, Regulus?"

He moans at the use of his name, hand snaking down his body to rub himself as Remus continue to rut into him. He's getting close, Regulus can tell, and with how sensitive he himself is from his own orgasm earlier, he knows it's only a matter of time before he's there too.

Regulus fights to keep his head up, watching where their bodies connect, where his fingers dance across his clit, where Remus' hands grip his thighs—fingernails biting into his skin enough to leave cresent indentations.

"F-fuck, fuck." Remus groans, his own knees sliding further apart as he thrusts into Regulus.

"M'close too," he mumbles, free hand moving to his chest to tweak his nipple.

The movement catches Remus' attention, and that's all it takes, really. His hips stutter and he groans, eyes fluttering shut and teeth clenching as he comes.

Regulus doesn't finish, but he does watch as Remus falls apart and takes a moment to put himself back together.

"Did you finish?"

"Oh," Regulus answers, small and breathy. "No, but it's okay. I did earlier."

"I can eat you out again," He offers, pulling out of Regulus and tying a quick knot on the condom before tossing it off the side into a waste basket.

"Really?" Regulus responds. It obviously comes out too incredulous, because Remus looks at him and smiles smugly.

"Yeah," He chuckles. "You okay with that?"

"Please," Regulus whispers. "If you don't mind."

"I don't mind at all," he promises. "Don't worry about keeping your eyes on me, just lay back."

Regulus nods once and lets his arms fall back into the same broken halo as before.

Being eaten out is better the second time—not that it was bad before. Far from it, actually. But now Regulus is already close and he's been fucked and he's warm all over and Remus sucks and licks and nips at him like he's saying 'thank you.'

"R-Remus," he stutters out. "Your finger too— Please?"

He obliges happily, two fingers circling his hole before sinking inside, curling and sissorcing as Remus laps at his cunt.

"Ah, okay, I'm—" his thighs squeeze around Remus' head, but he just takes his elbow and pins one side to the mattress. His fingers continue to thrust inside Regulus.

Remus sucks him entirely into his mouth, eyes flicking up to meet his. That's how Regulus comes for the second time that night—grey eyes meeting brown, fingers curled deep inside of him.

He's still twitchy and sensitive as Remus pulls away, licking around his lips and shiny chin. Regulus takes it as an opportunity to catch his breath, pushing himself up on his elbows as he lets his legs fall closed.

"So," Remus starts. "Satisfied?"

Regulus barely stops the giggle that attempts to escape. "More than."

Chapter 2: James (the sun)

Notes:

Well what do you know. I ignored the paper I should be writing, but this was more fun, so I don't feel bad about it.

Tysm for the beta reading Leo!!

Tags have been updated so check over those if you need :)

Enjoy <3

James is different. Of course he is.

He's president of the SGA and the spokesperson for two different campus charity drives, so Regulus expects his boundless energy and enthusiasm to carry into the sack as well.

It does… to a degree.

Regulus does have to ask him to tone it down. The first time he attempted to give him a handjob, James corrected him and knocked his hand out of the way when he got closer to cumming.

Granted, Regulus wasn't very good, but that was the whole point. He's still learning, and James' impatience pisses him off just a bit. If Regulus gets a little vindictive every once in a while since then, James makes sure to keep his complaints to himself, like now.

Regulus is giving his first ever blow job, and honestly, he's loving it. He's hyper aware of his teeth, and trying to find a rhythm, but flicking his eyes up and watching James' face twitch and his mouth drop open in pleasure is definitely doing something for him.

"Regulus," James mumbles, fingers combing his hair back and pulling it into a small tail. "You can, um, swallow and use your tongue too. Y-you don't just have to rely on just moving your m-mouth." It comes out disjointed and breathless, and even though it's clear Regulus could be doing better, James is likely getting off on his lack of experience. On being the one—the first one—to put his cock in the mouth of precious, angelic Regulus Black.

Regulus backs off of him, giving James' tip a small kitten lick as he keeps eye contact with the taller boy. "I can try." He smiles shyly, really playing up his innocence. James knows he's seeing other people, but not who. Right now it's only James and Remus, and as far as Regulus is aware, they don't really know each other.

"That's all I ask, baby." James tucks a strand of hair behind his ear, his thumb stroking across Regulus' jaw.

It's an affectionate display that Regulus isn't really used to, and he feels his face flush, breaking eye contact with James and leveling his gaze back down to his dick.

He takes James back into his mouth, using his tongue to trace some of the more prominent veins against the underside. Regulus takes him further into his throat too, swallowing around him like he suggested—he's rewarded by the most pathetic, choked off moan he's ever heard in his entire life. James takes in a gasping breath and Regulus feels his thigh muscles tighten underneath his positioned hands.

Regulus does it again, taking James even further down his throat—until he’s nearly choking—and swallows again. It's James' undoing. He starts cumming straight down the back of Regulus' throat, whose immediate reaction is to pull back to stop himself from choking. The rest of James' spend coats his mouth as his dick rests against Regulus' flat tongue.

"Fuck," James mumbles, pulling Regulus up from the floor by his hair and bringing their mouths together messily.

Regulus didn't really get a chance to swallow before he was yanked up from the ground, but he can't find it within himself to complain as James moans into their kiss when he tastes himself on Regulus’ tongue.

It's a couple seconds later when James pulls back, his grip on Regulus' hair still present. Grounding. "You take instructions extremely well, Reg."

Regulus hums in response, tipping his head forward against James' chest. "I like it when you pull my hair. S'nice." His voice comes out more as a croak, but it just makes James chuckle.

"And now you have something else to tell the other people you're seeing," he replies.

Regulus snorts, wrapping his arms around James' waist and pressing forward. "Just one other person. Lupin, from the library."

"Remus?" James responds, almost incredulous.

Regulus can almost feel it as his heart rate speeds up, and he pulls back from James, eyes flickering up to meet his. "Yeah, he—we've seen each other a couple of times," he replies hesitantly.

James' eyes go a bit glassy, and he doesn't meet Regulus' gaze, just looking across the room at the wall as he processes the information he's now learning.

"Is that—" Regulus starts. "Did I do something wrong?"

That seems to snap James out of whatever state he's found himself in. "No—no, Regulus. You didn't do anything wrong." He breathes out. "Remus is my ex, though. Just… just so you know. We dated for a while."

Regulus blinks, shocked and curious in equal measure. What are the chances? Sleeping with two exes, using (but not really) them both to become more comfortable in his sexuality without knowing about their shared history.

"I'm sorry," Regulus apologizes. "I had no idea. If I'd known—"

"Hey, no—" James cuts him off. "It's okay, really. There's nothing to apologize for. We ended… amicably, I'm just surprised."

Regulus nods, searching James' face over before turning to grab his discarded shirt.

"Does he know you're seeing me?" James asks, a subtle ache in his tone that reveals his simultaneous hope and hurt.

"He knows I'm seeing other people," Regulus answers, buttoning his shirt and smoothing out the wrinkles brought by its careless discard earlier in the evening. "But not who."

James nods, looking around the room for other parts of Regulus' wardrobe before picking up his belt and handing it over. "Would you, um—" He stumbles over his words. "Would you be willing to tell him and then tell me what he says? I'm—I guess you could say I never really got over him or, like… how we ended things." James scratches the back of his head awkwardly, still standing stark naked as he watches Regulus pick up the bits of his clothes and jewelry scattered across his living room.

"I mean, yeah. I can do that if you want." Regulus shrugs, latching his necklace and pulling his hair from his collar. "But like, I'm not a go-between. You know you can just talk to him yourself, right?"

James scoffs. "Yeah, no. I'm—that wouldn't go very well. We ended amicably, but things were awkward and we didn't really stay close or anything."

Regulus sighs and shrugs, picking up his school bag from the couch. He walks to James, looking up at him and wrapping a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down to kiss him. "I'll text you later."

---

Regulus does tell Remus. Not just because James asked, but because he's found himself genuinely curious. He wants to see Remus' reaction. See if he can get more details. Honestly, he's just nosey—it's times like these when he's reminded of his cushy, upper class upbringing that was only made interesting by gossip and the ever flowing rumor mill of high society.

"I know you're aware I'm seeing other people," he starts. "But I recently found out I'm seeing your ex, James, so… I thought you should know. Just in case it was an issue."

Regulus is laying across Remus' chest, tracing some scars and the very sparse freckles dotted across his skin.

Remus' arm tightens where it's draped across Regulus' hip, but other than that, there's no physical reaction. "Oh, yeah, that's—that's fine. I'm not going to tell you who you can and can't see, Regulus."

"Well I'm not really asking," he replies, lifting his head up so his gaze is level with Remus'. "I'm just letting you know in case it's something you have an issue with, so we can end this now, if that’s the case."

"Woah, yeah, no." Remus quickly responds. "We don't have to stop anything. What you do with James is none of my business, and it has no bearing on, you know, whatever we do with each other."

Regulus raises a skeptical brow, but keeps any further thoughts to himself. He doesn't really want to get involved if he doesn't have to, and he didn't learn anything more about what went down between them. He'll just message James to let him know and hopefully move on with his life.

"Can I ask," Remus starts, thumb tracing the dimple of Regulus' lower back. "What did James say when he found out?"

Oh—well. Maybe Regulus gave up too soon…

"He told me you both ended things amicably," he hums, "but he also said things were awkward so you guys don't really talk or interact as much."

Remus doesn't say anything, he just stares up at the ceiling with a similarly glassy look in his eyes to James. It's eerie, but so very interesting. Honestly, Regulus is starting to think that he can use this to his advantage in some way.

"Can I ask why you guys broke up?" Regulus poses the question innocently. "James didn't really say anything, but I also didn't ask then…"

Remus flicks his eyes over to him, seemingly searching for a hint of malice or mischievous intent. "Dating James came with a lot of attention, and I didn't really—wasn't really comfortable with that at the time. He's always been very active around campus, and everyone knows who he is. I guess I felt like he wasn't just mine…"

It's honest, and a lot more raw than Regulus was expecting. He can understand why James was so curious about Remus' reaction now.

"Was it all from your side or did he also have reasons?"

"Oh, yeah, Jamie—" He pauses, sighing. "James was put off by my introversion sometimes. He struggled to connect with me in a lot of ways because, well… I don't really know, we just didn't click sometimes, and it really frustrated him."

Regulus nods, pushing himself up to hover over Remus as he speaks. "Maybe you should talk? It seems like—with both of you—there's unsaid things there." He smiles, dipping down to press a soft kiss against Remus' lips. "You both still seem to care a lot about each other, and if it would help, I don't mind being a mediator of some sort… if that's not too awkward." He chuckles.

Remus continues looking at Regulus, his expression a mix of incredulity and curiosity as he mulls over his words. "You—I feel like that's not really in your favor. What if we both stop seeing you or something?"

Regulus shrugs. "That's okay, we've had our time together. You both have more history with each other than you do me."

Remus sighs, but nods, pulling Regulus back down to rest against his chest. 

Notes:

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