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James let out a heavy sigh as he unlocked the front door, thankful to finally be coming home to his husband after such a trying day at work. Most days he didn't mind being in charge of so many moving parts, but the number of decisions he had to make that day had been far too numerous. His mind was reeling and he couldn't fathom the idea of having a single thought for the rest of the evening. He closed the door behind himself and kicked off his shoes, rolling out the tension in his shoulders.
"Hey, mon soleil," he heard Regulus call from the kitchen table. "What do you want for dinner? I've got a few more emails to finish before, but I figured—" Regulus paused when he looked up from his laptop and piles of paperwork to take in James' appearance. "You okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, just a long day." James rubbed his eyes under his glasses, knocking them askew. He adjusted his glasses before leaning in to place a gentle kiss on his husband's lips. "Missed you, baby."
Regulus hummed and kissed him once more before turning back to his work. "I missed you too. So, dinner? I can't cook until after I'm done, but if you wanted to order takeaway while you wait for me, I'd be fine with whatever you want."
"I'm gonna be honest, if I have to make the decision we're just not gonna eat." James groaned as he sat in the chair next to Regulus and leaned back, tipping his head and cracking his neck. "I can't even think anymore."
"That rough, huh?"
"I don't even want to get into it, baby. You can order food for us after you're done if you can't take a break—I'll eat whatever," James said as he continued to roll his muscles in an effort to release the tightness that had built there throughout the day.
Regulus looked up at him, his gaze soft as he propped an elbow on the table and rested his cheek on his closed fist. "I'll take care of everything, mon soleil. Why don't you go take a shower and unwind while I finish up here?"
James nodded, thankful for the direction Regulus had given him, and rose out of the chair. He kissed the top of Regulus' head before leaving the room to strip out of his work clothes and take a much needed shower.
Once he was under the stream of steamy water, he felt like he could finally breathe. The heat from the water loosened the knots in his muscles and the scent of his soaps calmed his racing thoughts. He took his time, allowing himself to stand under the water for longer than he normally would, in hopes that by the time he was done Regulus would be finished with his work. Even taking his time though, it wasn't long until he returned to the kitchen in a fresh tee and sweatpants, his hair dripping slightly on his shoulders. His husband didn't spare him a glance, tension weighing on his body, his brow furrowed in concentration as he stared at his laptop.
"Baby, don't tell me you're still working," James whined.
Regulus let out a breath and continued his typing, furiously writing something out and then deleting his words. "I have to finish, Jamie. Deadlines have to be met and most of the team hasn't been keeping up—" Regulus froze when he saw James sink to his knees next to him. "What are you doing?"
"I think you'd find it easier to be kind to your colleagues if I sucked your cock first," James said suggestively, running his hands up Regulus' thighs towards his fly.
"Jamie, I really have to finish, I—"
James' hands trailed along the outline of his cock, brushing soft teasing strokes and gazing up at his husband with a needy look. Regulus let out a breath and James knew in that moment that he had won the game.
"If you can be good and keep my cock nice and warm while I finish working then, and only then, will I let you taste my cum." Regulus studied him with hooded eyes and delicately pulled his glasses from his face, folding the arms and placing them on the table. He brushed his damp curls away from his face and cupped a cheek with his palm. "If you're really good for me, I'll make sure you don't have a single thought in that pretty head of yours for the rest of the evening. Does that sound like a good compromise, mon soleil?"
James nodded, allowing himself to slip into a mindless and boneless state, trusting that Regulus would take care of him throughout the rest of the evening.
"Words, mon soleil. Nothing happens without your words, you know this." Regulus' grip on his cheek twitched infinitesimally, but James was so tuned into every movement of the man above him that it stirred him into action. That hand would quickly shift from a gentle caress to cruel and punishing if he didn't follow Regulus' instructions. He couldn't decide how he wanted to play tonight, but his cock was already straining in his sweatpants from the anticipation of it all.
"Yes, that sounds—that's a very fair compromise." James shifted his hips slightly, waiting for further directions before daring to move any further. Regulus gave him a heated smile, full of desire and a touch of cruelty. James loved when he got to see that smile, knowing full well that Regulus needed this outlet as much as he did. While James needed to stop thinking entirely, Regulus needed to have a sense of control. So much of his life had been out of his control—from his upbringing to his miserable job—that these moments they shared together, in their home that the had built together out of love and trust, were as necessary as they were exciting.
"Good, mon soleil," Regulus purred, tapping his open palm gently against James' cheek. "Now be good for me—get under the table and keep my cock warm while I finish my work."
Wordlessly, James nodded and crawled under the table. His hands worked Regulus' jeans open and he tugged them down, grateful for Regulus' assistance in shifting his hips to make the job easier. James felt his mouth water at the sight of Regulus' cock, semi-hard and the tip glistening with pre-cum. He licked his lips and mentally prepared himself for his task—he had to be good because if he got carried away, behaved as anything other than a warm sleeve for his husband's cock, he wouldn't get what he truly desired out of their evening together.
He shifted on his knees as he interlaced his fingers behind his back, and tipped himself forward to take Regulus' cock in his mouth. He couldn't help the moan that rumbled in his throat at the taste of him, heady and masculine, but otherwise he stayed perfectly obedient and still. Saliva pooled in his mouth, but all he could focus on was the feeling of Regulus' cock heavy on his tongue and slowly filling out inside his mouth. He felt his thoughts drift away as he sank into the sensation, reveling in being used by the man he loved and trusted so thoroughly. Safe and controlled.
He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but eventually the snap of a laptop being closed and Regulus' body shifting with the sounds of shuffling papers made him aware of the saliva running down his chin and the cold tiles biting into his knees. His fingers laced behind his back twitched with the desire to do… anything with the cock in his mouth, warm and hard, but he resisted the urge, knowing that if he moved before Regulus gave his approval, he wouldn't get his reward. Regulus' body flexed above him as the table was pushed away, the sound of the feet making James flinch in surprise. Still, he did his best not to move.
"Oh, mon soleil, I'm sorry," Regulus soothed, leaning forward to brush his hands through James' curls and smooth the strands away from his face. "You did so good, you're okay. I just wanted to see you. You look so beautiful keeping my cock warm, completely blissed out, so perfect for me. Do you want to stop?"
James looked up at him in disbelief—in what world would he want to stop? He tried to convey this with his eyes, hoping that Regulus would understand without him having to pull away from the place where he had grown so comfortable between his legs. Regulus laughed darkly at his expression and tenderly buried a hand in his curls.
"You have been so good for me, mon soleil, I think you deserve to taste my cum now, don't you?" The question didn't require an answer—Regulus knew what James wanted—but at the thought of Regulus' cum on his tongue, James moaned. "Fuck, your mouth feels so good around me, so warm and wet. You can suck my cock now, but don't you dare move those hands from behind your back."
James didn't need to be told twice. At Regulus' words, he slowly lifted his head, applying pressure to the underside of Regulus' cock with the flat of his tongue. Regulus let out a moan of encouragement, leaning back in the chair and gazing down at James with adoration and heat. James swirled his tongue around the tip and felt his saliva running down his chin and jaw, dripping onto his lap. A part of his mind concerned itself with his appearance, worried over being seen as messy, until he lifted his gaze to his husband. While a part of him felt like he should be embarrassed over unraveling so easily—without even being touched—the heat in Regulus' eyes quickly extinguished the feeling. He ignored the mess he was making of himself in favor of lapping at the slit of Regulus' cock, savoring the salty flavor on his tongue that was distinctly him.
He continued to bob his head, licking and sucking in complete disregard for anything other than chasing Regulus' orgasm. He hollowed his cheeks as he pulled away, earning himself a loud moan from Regulus' lips. The hand tangled in James' hair tightened and Regulus began to take control of their rhythm. He canted his hips as he guided James' head, building speed and burying his cock deeper in James' throat with each thrust. James relaxed into it, allowing his throat to open and to be used for Regulus' pleasure. After a few more thrusts deep into his throat, he felt Regulus' hips stutter and salty heat flooded his mouth.
"Fuck, mon soleil, you're perfect," Regulus breathed. His hand in James' hair loosened and massaged gentle circles into his scalp before gently pulling James away from his cock. "Relax your body, amour. Can you feel your legs enough to stand?" Regulus moved his hand out of James' hair and wiped away the saliva dripping down his chin with his thumb. He sucked on it as he waited for James' brain to catch up to the question.
James unlaced his fingers and massaged his jaw, working the muscles to relax and did a quick scan of his body. The tiled floor bit into his knees, but none of his limbs had fallen asleep. "Yeah, I can stand," he answered before he rested his hands on Regulus' knees to help steady himself as he rose to his feet. Regulus watched him like a predator stalking its prey, hungry and intent, his gaze never wavering as James struggled to steady himself. Slowly, Regulus rose from his perch, pulling his pants back onto his body in one fluid motion. He invaded James' space, pushing close so their chests brushed together, and captured the other man's lips in his. They kissed—messy and unrestrained—until they were both breathless.
At the press of their bodies, James felt an awareness of his own arousal that hadn't been there before. His cock ached and every shift of their bodies felt like it sent electricity through him. Every sense that he had was overwhelmed with Regulus. He continued kissing his husband, exploring his mouth with the curiosity of a first time. And yet, with the expertise of countless before, he was able to easily elicit a moan from him. James' hips bucked at the sound, desperately searching for friction with his neglected cock.
Regulus pulled away, clicking his tongue in disapproval. "Oh, amour, I didn't give you permission for that, now did I?" His face was fixed in a cruel smirk, but when James looked into his eyes all he could see was a vast fondness for him and the game they were playing.
"I'm sorry," James said. "Let me make it up to you. I promise I can be good for you."
Regulus hummed in approval. "I know you can be good for me, mon soleil. Now, go to the room and strip down. I'll be there in a moment, but I want you naked and ready for me by the time I'm there."
James leaned in to kiss Regulus before walking away, but was stopped short by Regulus' hand pressed against his chest. Regulus raised an eyebrow, his expression cold and cruel. "I expect you'll be better at following directions and asking for permission by the time I enter that room."
"Yes," James stuttered. "Yes, of course. I'm sorry. I'll be good, I promise." He moved to leave the room, but hesitated, unsure if he still had permission to leave the conversation to do as he was previously told. His hesitation was rewarded with a quirk of the corner of Regulus' lips into a knowing smirk.
"Very good, not quite stupid with want yet, hm?" Regulus trailed a finger along his temple. "Go on, get ready for me."
James nodded and turned towards the hallway where Regulus expected to meet him. When they had bought their home a few years ago, Regulus was insistent upon having enough rooms to eventually have a family together, but he also wanted a room that they could design just for them to play in. James hadn't understood the point, they had always made do with their bedroom before when they shared small apartments, but Regulus insisted. And frankly, whatever Regulus wanted, James made sure he got. And so, he left the decision-making for their home to Regulus and all of his particulars. It turned out—as he so often was—that Regulus was correct. Their play room was an exceptional idea and he was thankful for it every time they finished a scene and didn't need to clean up afterwards in order to go to bed.
He released a breath as he approached the door to their play room, letting the remnants of the stressful day wash off of him. He wasn't sure what Regulus had in mind for him for the rest of the evening, but he was sure that whatever it was, his body would be exhausted and weary afterwards and his mind would be blissfully empty. Regulus always knew exactly what he needed, all he had to do was take what he was given. He placed every ounce of trust in his husband's hands to take care of him.
Closing the door behind himself, he began to strip out of the soft clothes he had been wearing after the shower, folding them and placing them neatly on a chair. He knew if Regulus came in and his clothes were in a pile on the floor, he'd be punished, and while he might have decided to do that on occasion just to get a rise out of him, James didn't want to provoke Regulus tonight. No, tonight he wanted to be good. He stood in the middle of the room—naked and exposed—and waited. The time seemed to drag on forever and as he stood there he began to feel more and more vulnerable. His skin grew chilled and he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, wanting desperately to have something to occupy him, but knowing that he had to be exactly where Regulus expected him, ready and waiting for whatever he had in mind.
Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, Regulus entered the room. His gaze dragged down James' body, a bored expression on his face, but James knew better. Regulus had used that time while James waited to steel himself into a mask of cruelty and indifference, but the way his eyes lingered meant that he was satisfied by James' behavior. Regulus had never been able to resist devouring James with his eyes, even before they had ever spoken more than polite words to each other. When Sirius had finally introduced James to his younger brother, they had been unable to resist the gravitational pull of one another—much to Sirius' dismay.
Regulus strode past James, the breeze from his movement brushing James' bare skin and making him long for a brush of his lover's fingers instead. James kept himself still though, despite his longing. Ignoring him completely, Regulus made his way to the chest of drawers on the other side of the room and began sifting through each drawer in search of what he would be using in his ministrations. James heard a few items being placed on the surface. His mind was so overwhelmed with thoughts of what Regulus could be selecting and what he could possibly be planning that he hadn't realized the whimper that left his lips until it was too late. He felt Regulus' energy shift and heard something placed loudly on top of the chest of drawers, followed by Regulus' confident stride. Suddenly, Regulus was standing in front of him, crowding every one of his senses.
"Are you so ungrateful for what I've already given you that you can't wait a few minutes?" Regulus grasped James' chin firmly enough to hurt, his thumb digging in with cruelty. "You are so pathetic, mon soleil."
"I'm sorry, I—"
Regulus clicked his tongue, effectively making James stop talking mid-sentence, and dropped his hand away from James' chin. "I don't want to hear your excuses. You know what your punishment is when you misbehave."
James couldn't control the way his cock jumped at the thought of experiencing one of Regulus' punishments. He felt his face flush, embarrassment taking root in him over his lack of control. He had never understood how Regulus had so much restraint. How could he wear a mask of nonchalance when James knew that Regulus was just as affected by the heat building between them?
"Well?" Regulus prompted.
"Huh?"
Regulus' brows pinched together, concern flashing over his features. "Yellow. James, let's take a moment, are you okay?" Feather light fingers brushed James' curls away from his face, the coolness grounding him a way he hadn't been a moment ago.
"Yeah, I'm good. I just—" James let out a breath. "Today was just… a lot. My thoughts keep drifting, but I want this. I want you. I want you to make the thoughts go away." He leaned in to capture Regulus' lips in a thorough kiss. "Punish me, baby. Please." Maybe James didn't want to be good after all.
Regulus stared at him for a long moment, seemingly considering James' response and how he would handle the scene going forward. "You're sure?" he asked, his tone soft and full of love.
"Don't make me beg," James whined.
Regulus released a taunting laugh. "Oh, mon soleil, I'm planning on making you do just that. But first, I need you on all fours on the bed."
James let out a moan at the command, but quickly made his way to the bed without complaint, positioning himself as Regulus had asked. His cock throbbed, begging to be touched. He did his best to ignore it, knowing that if Regulus was truly out to make his brain stop functioning entirely, it would be a long time before he was touched there, if at all. He felt utterly exposed. The fact that Regulus was fully clothed and simply watching him as he positioned himself to be even more vulnerable, sent a thrill through him. He heard his husband's steps leading away from him, pause, and then return. The silence when Regulus stood behind him was deafening, nothing but his breathing and steady heartbeat to occupy him.
The other man dragged something hard and cool against the back of his thigh, making him jump at the sudden contact. Regulus hummed, the bored and calm tone returning to his tone. "Oh, mon soleil, don't worry. I picked out your favorite paddle. I think five should suffice, what do you think?"
James nodded before remembering to use his words. "Yes, I think that's fair."
"Good. Now be well-behaved and count for me, I would hate to forget how many you've endured." His tone was mocking, a touch of cruelty reserved only for these moments between them lacing his voice.
"Of course, anything for you."
Regulus let out a short huff, barely audible, but just enough for James to know that he was smiling despite himself. He barely had a moment to enjoy it before he felt the sharp sting of the paddle against his thighs. Gentle, by Regulus' standards, but James still felt it reverberate through his entire body. "One," he gasped.
"Very good," Regulus praised.
When Regulus struck him again, James heard the sharp snap before he felt the burning in his thighs. It wasn't often that Regulus hit the same spot twice in a row, but when he did the pain was so sweet. He reveled in the heat that steadily rose on the backs of his thighs, knowing that Regulus would reward him for the redness blooming on his skin.
"Two," James whimpered, the embarrassment fully leaving his body in favor of pure pleasure at the pain Regulus was inflicting upon him.
"I'm not sure if this can really be considered punishment when you're enjoying yourself so thoroughly, mon soleil. Look at you, a whimpering mess. I bet you could cum without me even touching you, you're already making a mess of the bed."
Regulus' words shot straight to his cock. He let out a wanton moan and as he did, Regulus struck him with the paddle again. Higher, this time. The sharp pain from the impact on his ass and balls making him feel so very close to the precipice of orgasm. "Three," he moaned.
"Good boy," Regulus praised. He dragged the paddle along his inflamed skin, taunting him with feather light pressure. "But you can't cum. I won't let you." He struck James' ass again, harder than before.
"Four," James whimpered.
He had barely recovered when Regulus struck him once more, hard and fast. The full force of impact that Regulus was capable of rocked through him and he felt the pre-cum that was beaded on his cock drip onto the sheets below him. "Five," he nearly sobbed, his body overwhelmed with sensations.
"Very good. Not good enough to cum though," Regulus purred as he climbed onto the bed beside him. "You won't cum until I have you begging so pathetically you're a sobbing mess," he whispered into the shell of James' ear. Regulus' hot breath brushed over him, sending a shiver down his spine. A hand trailed a gentle path along his shoulder, up his neck and jaw, before burying itself roughly in his curls, grasping firmly at the root. Regulus forced James to look up at him with his grip. "Go stand in the middle of the room, I'm not anywhere near done with you."
Wordlessly, James stood on unsteady feet. He took a moment, testing the strength of his body now that Regulus had made him so boneless. Once he was sure that he could walk and that his legs would support his body, he followed the order given to him. The entire time, he felt Regulus' gaze on him, tracking each movement like a cat ready to pounce on it's prey. When James turned around, he saw Regulus lounged on the bed, his eyes crawling up his body with a hungry glint. Regulus smirked and then pushed himself to his feet, lazily making his way over to the surface where the toys he had gathered earlier were laid. James couldn't make out what each item was without his glasses, but he'd know those red ropes in Regulus' hands anywhere. He let out a breathy groan, hungry with anticipation at being completely helpless in Regulus' grasp.
"I wasn't sure if you'd want to be all trussed up for me tonight, but you give away your desperation so willingly," Regulus purred, striding towards James with the ropes in his hands. He grazed the rope up James' arm, sending a shiver through him. "Well, aren't you going to beg for it? I know you want to."
"Please," James gasped.
"What do you want, amour?"
"Please, I want to be completely at your mercy. Tie me up, use me, do whatever you want to me, but please do something." James didn't care how needy he sounded anymore.
"Well, since you asked so nicely," Regulus smirked and began to unfurl the length of rope in his hands.
James always reveled in the surrender that Regulus demanded in scenes like this. Regulus became so focused on the task at hand, his nimble fingers seemingly made to bind James into whatever position he desired. It didn't take long for James' thoughts to drift into sweet nothingness. He focused on nothing but the smooth cord dragging along his torso, between his legs, over his arms, he basked in the feeling of being nothing but a plaything for his husband. The way Regulus' fingers grew colder with the work he was doing and how he would let his touch linger in all of James' most sensitive spots made a shiver travel up his spine. He wasn't sure how much time had passed when Regulus began focusing on his arms and ensuring that they were secured above his head, a metal hook in the ceiling his only form of support. Regulus spent an agonizing amount of time checking his ties, double and triple checking that James had enough room in each place he was bound. Regulus may have been a cruel lover, but he was nothing if not meticulous with his care. He stepped back to admire his work and James pulled a bit at the ties around his arms, trying them for tension and to ensure that he wasn't going to lose feeling in his fingers.
"Look at you," Regulus said, his voice a bit breathless. "You look so beautiful all tied up for me. How do you feel?"
"Exposed," James said without thinking.
A deep crease formed between Regulus' brows. "I meant physically. Can you feel your fingers?"
"Oh, yeah. I'm good. So good." James gave him a winning smile. "You've never used this tie before," he said, nodding towards where the majority of the weight of his arms was braced along his biceps instead of his wrists.
"Do you like it? I thought it might be more comfortable and easier to hide the marks, since you're so insistent upon pulling at them like the desperate little slut you are."
"I wouldn't be so desperate if you gave me the attention I need," James threw back, knowing that he would be punished for his insolence.
Regulus clicked his tongue and crossed his arms as he leaned his weight into one hip and sized James up. "You act as though I neglect you, amour. It's not my fault that you behave the way you do. You know there are consequences to your actions."
"Please, just touch me." James pulled at the ropes around his arms, but he was barely able to move, the way he was tied proving to accomplish his husband's goal. He missed the bite of the rope around his wrists.
"I don't think I will," Regulus said matter of factly and walked away. He grabbed the chair from the corner of the room and dragged it towards James, perching himself gracefully facing James. "I think I'll touch myself instead."
James let out a whine as he watched Regulus' fingers trail down his own throat towards the buttons of his shirt. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, lingering longer and longer as he worked his way down. When his shirt was finally unbuttoned, he trailed his fingers back up his torso towards a pink nipple. He made languid circles around it, making a show of throwing his head back in pleasure, exposing the long column of his neck to James and making his mouth water.
"Fuck—" James gasped, desperate for anything at this point. The ropes cut into his skin and while they offered some relief—giving his body a touch to focus on—his cock was so painfully neglected that he couldn't think straight anymore. His hips bucked, seeking friction that he knew he wouldn't find. Friction that he knew Regulus would withhold for as long as possible.
It was torture to watch Regulus touching himself when he couldn't even feel his husband's skin under his hands. And somehow, he knew that this type of torture was exactly what he needed. His eyes trailed down Regulus' body, tracking the movement of his hands to his own cock, hard and tenting his trousers. He grazed the outline of his length with the tips of his fingers and let out a breathy moan, shifting his hips and reveling in the pleasure that he taunted James with.
"Do you want me to get undressed?" Regulus asked, his voice laced with something indecipherable to James' fuzzy thoughts.
"Please—I-I want to see you," James pleaded.
"What could you possibly give me in exchange? You're already at my mercy, all tied up and just waiting to be used." Regulus' fingers trailed along the zipper on his trousers and up towards the button.
"I—" James cut himself short. He had nothing to offer, everything he had was already entirely Regulus'. "I have nothing to offer, and so instead I just beg of you to let me see you. I'm all yours, everything I am and ever will be. Please, I just want to see you." He strained against the bindings, the rope cutting into his skin in a way that he was sure would leave lasting marks on his biceps.
"Oh, you're so polite when you're tied up, aren't you?" Regulus gave him a feline smile and played with the button of his trousers.
"So polite and good for you," James nodded, hopelessly pulling on the restraints. "Please."
Regulus hummed and tracked his eyes up and down James' body. James felt goosebumps form, his body almost too aware of what Regulus wanted to do to him. James almost couldn't believe that Regulus' fingers had begun to move again, working the button open and unzipping his fly with slow, agonizing movements. "Is this what you want?" Regulus asked, his voice laced with a taunt James didn't understand.
James nodded. "Yes, please. If you won't let me touch you, I want to watch you."
"I don't think I'm in the mood to touch myself, mon soleil." Regulus zipped his fly and buttoned his trousers in one sharp movement. He sat back in the chair, spreading his legs wide and wearing a dangerous smirk that James knew he meant as a challenge. "But you're welcome to watch me sit here all you'd like."
"Reg, please." James tugged at his restraints, but Regulus had been thorough. He could hardly move and all that his struggle accomplished was making his arms raw. The ropes bit at his skin, their previously smooth finish beginning to feel like a sick form of torment.
Regulus looked far too nonchalant for James' sanity, leaning back in the chair. As much casual grace as he had, James could still see how hard he was, and maybe that was a part of the game. Regulus wanted to know how long he could string James out, make him whimper and beg until he was a boneless mess.
James could play too—he had to—so he did his best to relax into the ropes supporting his body and ignore the throbbing of his heavy cock. He let his mind go completely blank, slipping further and further into a place where the needs of his body didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was being good for Regulus, and if this was the game he wanted to play, James was happy to oblige.
He wasn't sure how much time had passed. His vision grew hazier than usual and his throat was dry by the time Regulus began to shift. Without a word, Regulus rose from the chair and left the room, the sound of his bare feet barely audible over the pounding of James' pulse in his ears. He couldn't believe that Regulus was so unbothered that he could simply step away.
"I must admit, I was expecting to come back and find you much more pathetic," Regulus purred when he returned to the room, a bottle of water in his delicate grip.
James choked on a sob at his words. He wasn't sure if his throat or his fragile state of mind were more raw. When Regulus approached him and gently pushed the hair from his sticky forehead, James jumped. The coolness of his fingers sending a shiver up his spine and causing every nerve on his body to feel overwhelmed at the sudden contact after being neglected for so long. Regulus' eyes softened, though his expression remained cold. He made a soothing hum in the back of his throat and brought the water bottle to James' lips. "Drink, amour."
The water was crisp and James drank like he had never tasted anything so refreshing. The cold liquid soothed his raw throat and he felt beads of it trail from the corners of his mouth down his jaw and neck, but he couldn't find it in him to feel embarrassed as Regulus' eyes tracked the drops trailing down his body. When Regulus pulled the bottle away from his mouth, he chased it until the ropes stopped his movement, pulling taut on his limbs. He allowed himself to let out a sob then. The built up emotions from the day finally poured out of his body, released like a dam breaking thanks to Regulus' torment. His body shook and he was thankful for the support of the ropes on his arms because he wasn't sure that his legs would support his weight.
"Color?"
He vaguely registered the question being asked, but couldn't find it in himself to form words. The tears continued to trail down his cheeks when he heard Regulus speaking to him again.
"James, I need you to answer me. What's your color?" Regulus coaxed as his thumbs brushed against James' cheeks, wiping the tear tracks away as he searched his face with a concern reserved only for his husband.
James cleared his throat and searched his mind to find the words Regulus was asking for. "Green," he finally managed, tears continuing to fall from his eyes.
Regulus looked at him long and hard, his hands caressing James' face with a gentleness that most would never imagine the man was capable of. When he seemed to be satisfied that James was being truthful, his fingers tightened, his grip on the cusp of bruising along his jaw. The pressure rocked through him and he canted his hips towards Regulus' body, earning him a cruel smirk that sent a shiver down his spine.
"I've been thinking for a while what I want to do with you," Regulus mused. James' eyes flitted down to his lips, desperate for a taste but held so firmly he knew he would fail. Instead, he basked in the coolness of Regulus' breath across his overheated skin, the sensation of it grounding him. "I thought about denying you, stringing you out so long that it would be agonizing when you finally came for me, but I think you want that too badly." Regulus pulled himself closer, their chests barely touching, and whispered into the shell of James' ear. "How many times do you think you can cum for me, mon soleil? Four? Five? We've never pushed you to your limits."
James' breath hitched and anticipation settled deep into his bones. A wanton moan left his lips at the thought of being pushed so far beyond anything they had tried before.
"Answer me," Regulus demanded, his fingers twitching along James' jaw.
"Five," James breathed.
Regulus smirked and exhaled a low laugh as he released James' jaw and stepped away. James tracked him until he couldn't, but he knew that Regulus was going to the chest of drawers where the toys he had gathered were laying. "I'm surprised by you, amour." James heard some rustling around and the sound of Regulus' steps returning to him. His hair stood on end at the feeling of Regulus behind him. A finger trailed up along the back of his thigh, sending a shiver through his entire body. "Aren't you afraid of disappointing me?"
James shook his head. "I won't, I'll be so good for you." He sounded desperate, even to his own ears.
Regulus clicked his tongue and smacked his ass sharply. "Let's hope so, you know I hate to be disappointed."
The sound of a cap snapping open echoed through the room and James worked to relax his body. Regulus' finger circled his entrance, cold and slick, but at the first brush of his finger, James let out a wanton moan. It felt like lifetimes had passed since Regulus had touched him—Regulus' finger felt like salvation. Regulus slowly worked him open, teasing and taunting, but James relaxed into it and soon, Regulus could work another finger inside him. He curled his fingers and brushed against his prostate and James' vision whited out with pleasure.
"Don't hold back, amour. You have blanket permission to cum for me." Regulus purred as he curled his fingers again and James lost control at the combination of his words and fingers. He came—fast and hard—and sagged into the ropes supporting his arms.
He hadn't even come down from the high of his orgasm when he felt Regulus' fingers leave him. He let out a whine, missing the feel of those long digits curling inside him, but before he could complain further, he felt a plug being pushed into his body. He exhaled, willing his muscles to relax as he felt himself being stretched. The pain was brief, but sweet, Regulus remained mindful as he coaxed the lube slick plug into him.
"This one is new, mon soleil. I thought it would be a nice surprise for you. Do you like it?" Regulus gently tugged at the plug, taunting James with both his words and hands.
"Y-yeah," James gasped. "Feels good."
"There's more," Regulus breathed into his ear from behind as he pulled James flush with his body. Without any more warning, a vibration began, heavy and demanding.
The overstimulation was already overwhelming, James wasn't sure what he was thinking by agreeing to five orgasms before Regulus would be through with him. He wasn't sure he could withstand the sensations racking through his body. And then Regulus' hand was finally—finally—on his cock, nearly hard again, and everything felt right in the world.
James' hips bucked into Regulus' lube-slicked hand and he let out a groan as his hand began to fuck him. It didn't take long for James' cock to fill out as he basked in the feeling of Regulus' body pressed up behind him, his own length hard and demanding against James' thigh. His fist moved artfully over James' cock and with one more twist, James felt himself cumming again, painting his stomach and Regulus' hand with his seed as he moaned through the waves of pleasure.
"You're doing so good, amour," Regulus murmured as he continued to leisurely stroke James' length. James ignored the beginnings of pain that were prickling through his nerves in favor of the praise his husband gave him. He was determined to be good and if Regulus thought he was being good, he could ignore the pain to please him.
The vibrations continued to wrack through his body and soon, they were all he could focus on. The vibrations and the firm unrelenting grip Regulus had on his cock. He was tired, his body spent from the successive orgasms, and still, despite the fire coursing through his nerves, he found himself growing hard again at Regulus' ministrations. Regulus continued to mercilessly jerk him off, his free hand trailing along James' body and occasionally teasing with the vibrating plug. James had never experienced anything so profoundly overwhelming in his life and it surprised him that after all these years together, Regulus could still find new ways to drive him crazy.
His chest stuttered as he held back a sob, another orgasm coursing through his body. This time, it hurt. Regulus' thumb brushed over the tip of his cock, swiping up what little cum had spilled from him, and continued to work his wrist in delicate strokes. He slowed his pace, giving James a moment to collect himself, before tightening his grip once again.
At that, James could no longer contain his tears. He gasped, choking as a sob fell from his lips. Hot, salty tears spilled down his cheeks. Every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire, the pleasure had officially shifted to pain. The nimble fingers trailing up and down his body felt like knives. He felt raw, his entire body ached, and still Regulus was unyielding as he fucked James with his hand.
"You told me you could handle five, mon soleil. Were you lying?" Regulus' voice was calculated and cruel. "It's only been three, I'm not sure you'll be able to handle a fourth, let alone five."
James knew—he knew—that Regulus was taunting him, but James had never been one to back down from a challenge. Regulus knew that too.
"I can," James sobbed. "I'll be so good for you, you'll see." His voice trembled, rough and raw.
Regulus hummed in contemplation and then licked up the column of his neck before nipping at his ear. "Prove it," he purred. Regulus pumped his hand and increased the speed of the vibrator in his ass and James gasped at the all-consuming sensations overtaking his body.
He couldn't help the tears; they flowed freely as he succumbed to the relentless waves of pleasure and pain. Everything began and ended with his husband pressing into him from behind and the ropes biting into his skin. He couldn't be sure of anything other than the demands of the man he had devoted his entire mind, body, and soul to. All thoughts slipped away from him until all he could focus on was Regulus.
His fourth orgasm was unlike anything he had experienced before. His vision blacked out and it was equal parts pleasure and pain, pulling all of his muscles taut until he was reduced to a limp shell of a person held up only by the complex binds Regulus had him in. Regulus turned down the vibrator and slowly, agonizingly, stroked his soft cock, focusing on the sensitive tip.
"One more, amour," he whispered, his voice a velvet command wrapped in tenderness. It shook James to his core. Here he was—stripped bare, nothing but a husk of himself—and yet Regulus hadn't even taken off his clothes. The silk of his trousers felt almost too soft against James' oversensitive skin. Regulus was so steady, so effortlessly composed, that James couldn’t help but feel overwhelmingly vulnerable—yet utterly safe in his capable hands. The realization shattered him, sending him into another wave of sobs as Regulus' fist began to increase speed and friction once again.
"Please," he cried out.
Regulus twisted his wrist and his other hand turned the vibrator up to what James assumed was the highest setting. "Please, what?"
"I need you," James begged. "Please."
"Not until you give me what you promised." Regulus' free hand wrapped around James' hip and began to play with his balls, rolling them in his long fingers as he coaxed a moan from his mouth.
"I-I can't—" James cried.
"You will or I won't fuck you," Regulus sneered. He rocked his hips, teasing James with his erection. "Don't you want to please me?"
"Yes, but—"
"There's no other option, amour. Either you cum for me one more time or I won't fuck you. It would be such a shame for me to not be able to fill up that beautiful ass of yours after all of this, wouldn't it?" Regulus clicked his tongue mockingly. "But if you don't think you can cum for me…" He trailed off and began to pull his hands away.
"No—please." James pleaded. "I can, I will. Please, let me cum for you again. Let me be good for you. I can be good."
Regulus huffed a laugh and wrapped his hand around James' spent cock once again. "I know you can, you never let me down."
The friction of Regulus' hand sparked a heady mixture of pleasure and pain with every stroke. James found himself pressing further back into Regulus' body, arching his back and seeking out the feel of Regulus' cock, hard and demanding against him. He let himself get swept away in the current of bliss that was Regulus' careful attention and soon instead of pain, he felt nothing but all-encompassing pleasure. Every sensation that he experienced was elevated to the highest degree and when his fifth orgasm hit him, it was earth-shattering and mind-altering.
"You're so fucking perfect, amour," Regulus breathed, his voice languid and intoxicating in his ear. He switched off the vibrator and began to pull away, eliciting an involuntary whine from the back of James' throat at the loss of pressure behind him. "I know, I know," Regulus soothed. "But if I don't move, then I can't fuck you." He placed gentle kisses along James' shoulder. "Can I let go so I can unhook your arms?"
James nodded, unable to find words, and was thankful that his husband accepted the wordless reply. Regulus worked quickly, making his way around James' body to undo the ties that bound his arms to the hook above his head and massaged his aching muscles.
"Anything numb?" Regulus asked, searching James' face for signs of discomfort. He quickly shook his head in response. Regulus nodded before pulling him in for a kiss that quickly deepened from their desire for one another. Regulus' mouth moved along his jaw and down his neck as he worked the last of the buttons of his own shirt open. He discarded it on the floor and pulled back, pupils blown wide as he raked his eyes down James' body. James watched as Regulus unbuttoned his trousers and pushed off the last of his clothes. His mouth watered at the sight of his cock—hard and rosy pink—and he licked his lips at the thought of tasting the pre-cum dripping from the tip.
Regulus buried a hand in his hair and captured his lips in a kiss, rough and needy, then tightened his fingers as he pulled James' face away. James panted with desire, completely at his husband's mercy. "Do you want me to fuck you now, mon soleil, or are you spent?"
"Please, baby, I need you," James begged. He sounded like a whimpering mess.
"I know you do," Regulus purred. "I need you too. Bend over the back of the chair for me, amour." He released his grip from James' hair and raised his brows expectantly. It took a moment for James' brain to catch up—the words 'I need you too' repeating in his head—but once he had, he hurried over to the chair and draped himself over it as Regulus had asked.
"Oh, aren't you just absolutely gorgeous like this," Regulus mused as he trailed a hand up the back of James' thigh. It sent a chill down his spine and he let out a wanton moan in response. Then, he felt the plug being pulled from his ass, so slowly it felt like torture on his over sensitive nerves. The emptiness that followed was jarring, but short lived. He heard the sounds of Regulus slicking his cock with lube and blissfully—finally—felt Regulus' cock align with his entrance.
Inch by inch, Regulus seated himself inside James. He felt as though his entire world began and ended in that room, in that moment, leaving him boneless and consumed by pleasure as Regulus filled him. When Regulus bottomed out inside him, they let out a moan in unison, both of them drowning in their euphoria.
He didn't give James time to adjust to the fullness, immediately gripping his hips and setting a punishing pace that left them both breathless and panting. The chair dug into James' hipbones, and as Regulus continued to pound into him, he desperately searched for something—anything—to grip for support. The sounds of their bodies slapping together and their moans echoed in the otherwise silent room. James had thought that with how many times Regulus had made him cum already that he wouldn't be able to orgasm again, but as his husband's hips rocked into him and his cock hit his prostate over and over again, James found himself easing into the pleasure building in his belly.
"Mon Jamie, tu es la perfection incarnée," Regulus babbled and James knew in that moment that he was close. "Tu m’appartiens," he murmured as he threaded a hand around James' throat and squeezed just enough to make him see stars.
James rocked his hips back, meeting Regulus' pace as best he could. It was messy and uncoordinated, each of them chasing pleasure with little care for tact this far into their game, and soon enough he felt Regulus' hips stutter as he spilled into him. Impossibly, the feeling of being so full of Regulus brought him careening into another orgasm. The two of them rode out their pleasure, rocking their bodies together until neither of them could tolerate the stimulation anymore.
Regulus began smoothing his hands through James' curls with a gentleness that was almost jarring compared to the fervor from just a few moments before. As Regulus began to ease out of him, James let out a whine. He felt a hot trail of Regulus' cum dripping from his body and despite the warmth, it sent a chill down his spine. He was completely overwhelmed—mind, body, and soul—with what Regulus had just pushed him to endure.
"Come, amour, let's set you down on the bed while I draw you a bath," Regulus soothed.
Regulus supported his body as he hobbled over to the bed. James plopped himself onto the bed unceremoniously, not caring about the mess that he was surely making of the sheets or what he could possibly look like. Regulus leaned down to kiss his temple and brushed his hair from his sticky forehead.
"I'll be back in just one moment, okay?" Regulus asked, but didn't make any move to leave. Through the haze clouding his thoughts, James realized that his husband was waiting for him to respond before leaving him. He nodded before collapsing further in on himself onto the bed, curling up on his side and succumbing to his exhaustion.
He didn't remember Regulus returning, but the next thing he knew, Regulus was unraveling the remaining ties around his body and using a warm washcloth to wipe him down. He peppered kisses everywhere he tended, treating James with reverence and devotion. Regulus murmured soothing words in French, and while he could hardly make them out, James knew they were filled with love. He allowed himself to float in and out of awareness as his husband cared for him, too exhausted and spent to move on his own.
"I love you," James said, his voice coming out in a rasp. Regulus cupped his cheek with a palm, searching his eyes before bringing a bottle of water to his lips. James drank greedily and when he was done, he felt more inside of himself than he had only a few moments before.
"There you are," Regulus said. His voice was thick with relief as he let out a breath. "I love you, Jamie. How are you feeling?"
James hummed and burrowed into the warmth of Regulus' body beside him. "Tired, sore."
"I'm sure," Regulus soothed, kissing the top of his head. "I think a bath would feel nice, yeah?"
"Don't wanna move," James complained, already dreading the thought of leaving the comfort of his husband's arms.
"I know, I know. But we have to get up soon, amour. And a bath will ease those muscles, I promise. We'll bathe together, okay? Then we can go to bed." Regulus began to untangle their limbs, despite his protests. "Do you want me to go draw the bath and come get you or do you want to come with me and wait?"
"Don't go," James pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper, tears burning behind his eyes.
"Okay, okay," Regulus comforted. "You'll come with me then."
Regulus stood and held out a hand. As he stood, James leaned most of his weight on him. His husband was smaller than him, but surprisingly sturdy as he supported James' body the entire walk to the bathroom. In the bathroom, Regulus guided James to sit on the counter before he got to work lighting candles and running a bath. He filled the tub with scented salts and oils, promising they would help soothe James' aching muscles, and tested the water before offering to help James get into the bath. Regulus climbed in behind him and James let out a comfortable sigh as he leaned back into the embrace of his husband.
The calming sounds of Regulus humming under his breath filled the bathroom as he ran a washcloth along their bodies. James hissed when the cloth brushed against his most sensitive areas, but otherwise relaxed into Regulus' careful ministrations. He felt himself lulling into sleep when Regulus' spoke again.
"Are you okay, amour? I'm worried I pushed you too far." His arms tightened, holding onto him as though he was afraid that James would slip away.
"I'm fine— Amazing, actually." James hoped that, despite how exhausted he sounded, his husband believed him.
"It wasn't too much?"
James shook his head and tilted his head so he could see his husband's face. Regulus' brows were knitted together in concern, his eyes glazed with worry. "No, baby. You gave me exactly what I needed. I feel so much better than I did when I came home, you're perfect."
Regulus softened, his muscles beneath James going lax and the crease between his brows disappearing. He kissed James' temple and rubbed soothing circles on his thigh. "I love you, Jamie."
"I love you, Reg."
They enjoyed the comfort of each other's arms until the water grew tepid and James' stomach growled, breaking the peaceful stillness.
A low and rumbling laugh left Regulus' lips. "I just realized that I never ordered dinner. Let's get Indian."
James let out a contented sigh. "Only if we can eat in bed."
"Whatever you want, mon soleil."
Their life was perfect, James decided.