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Regulus never acted without intention.
Never.
When he was nine, he knew that Sirius would get in trouble with their parents when Regulus stole the last biscuit before dinner— which led to Sirius going without dessert that night.
Regulus got his brother’s portion.
When he was thirteen, while at a sleepover with his two best friends, Barty and Evan, Regulus knew Evan liked Barty and Barty hadn’t realized quite yet– so he dared them to kiss each other.
That’s how he ended up making out with both of his best friends as well that night and later went on to lose his virginity to them when he was seventeen because he couldn’t stand the idea of not being involved when he was the one who got them together.
And then Regulus set his eyes on James Potter.
James Potter who was his brother’s best friend since primary school and as soon as he got to uni, he played cat and mouse with James until he finally took the bait.
If you asked how many guys Regulus kissed and how short his shorts were at the pre-drinks his brother was always late for before they went to the pub, he wouldn’t have an answer because he was determined to have James make the first move.
And when James did, Sirius was furious.
But it wasn’t as if it wasn’t known that Regulus had a bit of a promiscuous streak, but this was the first time he had gone after any of his brother's friends with any sort of effort.
Yet, without saying it of course, Regulus had tried with the friends who weren’t very close with Sirius, but he never made much headway like he did with James Potter.
Fast forward, Regulus has been in a relationship with James for nearly two years, but James never once has shied away from how Regulus flirts with other men despite them being together.
Which brought them both to the current issue at hand.
Remus Lupin.
It wasn’t too long after they began dating that James noticed that Regulus’ gaze seemed to linger on Remus, and he would be stupid to ignore that he didn’t find his own mate unattractive as well.
As the years progressed, James could tell that Regulus was holding back from approaching Remus.
Which led James to confront Regulus, and Regulus had no shame in admitting that he harboured feelings for Remus.
And to Regulus’ surprise, James was okay with it.
James had admitted he realized not too long after they had begun dating that Regulus had his eye on Remus as well as elaborating that he found he didn’t exactly mind it either. He had found Remus attractive as well and encouraged Regulus to go for it if he really wanted to.
James wasn’t an idiot, he knew Regulus was promiscuous when they began dating— and the more he thought about it the more it turned him on thinking about Regulus with another man with or without James.
Not just any man, though.
Remus.
So with James’ encouragement, Regulus began texting Remus.
It was friendly at first, and Remus was respectful in his replies until Regulus became frustrated.
That’s when he began sending Remus pictures of his outfits before they went out.
Regulus brought out all the old tricks— his shortest shorts and the cropped muscle tank tops he stole from Sirius. He would wear his rings and put on just the lightest amount of makeup only to send Remus a photo of him kneeling in the mirror with his phone covering his face; asking if his outfit was suitable enough for the evening out with their friends.
And Remus?
Half the time he’d agree Regulus looked nice and left it at that which frustrated him so much because he saw the way that Remus’ amber eyes would linger on him when he thought Regulus wasn’t looking.
Regulus was done waiting.
Tonight, he was going to have Remus Lupin wrapped around his finger and he was going to get what he wanted.
Because Regulus always acted with intention, and James was just happy to give Regulus whatever he wanted…
Even if that was his best friend.
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It would be an understatement if Remus said he wasn’t confused.
In fact, he was more dumbfounded than anything.
It’s been a few months since Regulus began reaching out to him privately rather than the group chat they used to organize get together or nights out— and without fail, Regulus would pop into his messages asking if Remus would be going with anyone.
If Remus wanted to come over beforehand.
If Remus liked whatever little outfit Regulus threw together and sent him while posing in front of his mirror on his knees as if he wasn’t dating James.
To Remus, it seemed like Regulus was flirting with him— but truly, denial is a river and he gave Regulus the benefit of the doubt.
That Regulus was just being friendly.
Regulus wasn’t flirting with Remus.
Regulus wasn’t confirming the reputation he had.
Because if Remus knew anything about Regulus Black, it was that Sirius complained constantly about how his little brother kept trying to sleep with his friends.
Remus remembered when James and Regulus announced they were in a relationship and Sirius was fuming, pacing Remus’ flat at two in the morning after banging on the door, demanding to be let in.
The first couple of months were hell.
But despite all that, James and Regulus have been together for a couple years now— so there’s absolutely no way that Regulus was trying to make a move on Remus, who was also best mates with James, right?
And Remus would be lying to himself if he didn’t admit he found Regulus attractive— no, absolutely stunning with his soft looking pale skin and the freckles that bridged across his nose.
Regulus has always had this air about him of elegance— soft curves and sharp features, plump pink lips, a smathering of peach coloured freckles spanning the bridge of his nose and cheek bones, and silver eyes framed by thick, dark lashes that would have Remus weak in the knees if they fluttered for him.
Except Regulus was in a relationship with James, so Remus kept these thoughts to himself because there was no way Regulus Black would be into him because why would he?
He had James.
He had bright, brilliant, charming James Potter all to himself and Remus would be lying if he said he didn’t find James attractive as well.
James was the reason he figured out he even liked men, but then Regulus came in like a force to be reckoned with when he began to pursue James in their second year of uni and it wasn’t long after that Regulus and James ended up together.
So there’s no way that Regulus would even look at Remus because he was now with James.
Right?
He rationalized that all these little instances that he was experiencing currently was Regulus just being overly friendly towards Remus because he’s one Sirius and James’ best friends, and even if Remus could name a few times where Regulus has been overly flirtatious— it was all friendly.
Wasn’t it?
But the pictures Regulus had begun to send to Remus and only Remus made him think differently.
And how did Remus know they were only being sent to him?
Because when they began, Remus asked if they were meant for James and Regulus point blank told him that no, they were meant for Remus.
Was Remus a bad friend for not telling James right off the bat about his boyfriend sending him outfit pictures that bordered on the line of friendly and flirtatious?
Probably.
Remus himself probably wouldn’t have been too happy to find out if his boyfriend sent his mate a photo of his arse in the sluttiest pair of shorts Remus had ever seen in his life with little embroidered stars on the back pockets— but he didn’t tell James regardless.
He was most likely in the wrong for that, but Remus would be ashamed to admit that he saved every single photo Regulus has sent him.
And there were multiple.
On nights Remus wasn’t even going out, Regulus sent him something, and Remus knew that this was getting out of hand.
So he decided tonight he’d come clean.
He’d tell James that Regulus has been messaging him— flirting with him and that he needed to maybe have a serious discussion with Regulus about boundaries within their relationship, because while he harboured feelings for them both, he refused to let this continue out of respect for the sake of their relationship.
Ding.
Remus’ stomach lurched as he grabbed his phone, seeing Regulus’ name on his Lock Screen before opening the photo Regulus sent for tonight.
Reggie B 18:26
Tonight’s outfit. Thoughts? I was
thinking about you the entire time
I was deciding
Attachment: 3 images
Surely, Regulus meant to send that to James—
Reggie B 18:30
I hope you like it, Remus.
Well, Remus was fucked because that certainly was the most forward Regulus has been with him.
Remus’ hand trembled ever so slightly with anticipation as he opened the attached photos and couldn’t help the groan that left his lips when he saw what Regulus had sent him.
He was so conflicted.
He knew Regulus did things like this.
But how could he not look?
The photos Regulus sent had Remus’ heart pounding in his chest and his cock twitched with interest.
In the first photo, Regulus was on his leaning back ever so slightly with his knees spread wide, his black high waisted shorts riding up to the crease on his upper thighs with his hand pushing up his cropped Deftones muscle tank that certainly belonged to Sirius at some point up his chest. He made sure to angle his arms so that the dip in his waist was visible, his black curls artfully mused around his head despite the phone camera hiding his face.
The soft purple lighting of whatever string lights Regulus had in his room made him look ethereal— but Remus still had two photos to go.
The next photo was Regulus looking over his shoulder with his back facing the mirror, his plump arse on his heels and Remus’ worst fear was confirmed when he noticed the little stars on the back pockets of Regulus’ shorts.
Remus was only a man— he had no excuse on the way he nearly salivated at the way Regulus’ back was arched in the photo, slim shoulders and tiny waist on display as if it were intentional.
Knowing Regulus, it was.
Remus nearly called James as he went to the third photo.
This one— this was different.
Regulus had never sent Remus something like this before and if he was questioned about it later, he would deny vehemently that he saved the photo immediately.
But he did— and ethics and morals aside of this being his best mate's boyfriend and his other best mate's little brother… he knew he would be wanking to this photo alone after the pub tonight.
Even if he was coming clean to James beforehand.
Because Regulus was once again on his knees, but this time he had angled the camera above himself. His plush thighs were spread, the buttons of his shorts undone and open showing black lacy looking knickers and two fingers pressed between his lips with his tongue on the underside of it. Regulus was looking up at the camera through his lashes, his starlike eyes more smokey grey in the lighting with a sultry expression that had Remus weak in his knees. The little freckles were visible across Regulus’ cheekbones and his nose— but if he looked just a bit closer he could see that Regulus had on just a bit of mascara and a white glitter in the corner of his eyes.
Upon further inspection, only because he was curious of course, it seemed that Regulus had lightly lined his lower waterline with black eyeliner and Remus could only imagine how beautiful he’d look with his makeup smudged from tears of pleasure.
Remus was fucked.
His hands were a bit shaky as he simply acknowledged that Regulus looked good before going to his messages with James.
Remus 18:40
James, we need to talk.
Remus has to bite the bullet on this one.
He couldn’t go on like this.
Or else Remus was about to not be responsible for his own actions.
Prongs 18:42
Can it wait? Reg and I are in the taxi
headed to the pub. Can’t keep
my hands off him tonight ;)
Remus couldn’t possibly reply.
Regulus was right there.
He would’ve known that Remus texted James right after responding to him and could probably see his message to James.
Remus didn’t want Regulus to know he was talking about him… so he did the next best thing.
He just sent a thumbs up to react to the message and let his anxiety build.
Surely, he’d have a chance to speak to James at the pub— surely, James won’t be too mad.
Remus could only hope as he slipped on his trainers and called for a lift to the pub.
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Sirius was late.
Again.
Thankfully, this was in Remus’ favor— but he wouldn’t say he wasn’t exactly thrilled sitting directly across from Regulus in the pub booth with a pint as they waited for Sirius to finally show up.
Regulus, to his credit, was leaning against James who had his chin leaned on top of Regulus' head, both of them looking at something on Regulus’ phone.
Remus watched as Regulus glanced up at James, his lips twitching up ever so slightly before returning his attention to his phone and James looking up at Remus.
“So, you wanted to talk to me about something?” James asked cheerfully, startling Remus a bit who then glanced up at James.
“I figured it would be more of a private—” Remus began, cut off by his phone buzzing. Remus motioned for James to wait a moment as he opened his phone, expecting it to be Sirius with an update about his whereabouts.
It wasn’t.
Reggie B 19:21
Guess what I’m thinking about
Remus furrowed his brow, glancing up at Regulus whose face was completely blank and James who was smiling brightly at Remus.
Remus 19:22
Why are you texting me from
across the table?
“Anyways, I was saying—” another buzz cut Remus off and he frowned, glancing down at his phone again and missing the smirk that overtook the smile on James’ face.
Reggie B 19:22
That wasn’t what I asked you.
Reggie B 19:23
Guess what I’m thinking about right
now
Remus 19:23
What are you thinking about,
Regulus?
Reggie B 19:24
Your hands keeping my thighs open
while you fuck me senseless
Remus nearly died at the table.
His entire face went bright red as he read the message and he slammed his phone down, looking up at James.
“You alright there, Remus?” James asked, eyes meeting Remus’.
“James, we need to talk about—”
“Sorry I’m late! Traffic was bloody awful,” Sirius announced as he dropped unceremoniously into the booth next to Remus. “What did I miss?”
Remus cursed under his breath, Sirius always showing up at the worst possible moment and he was not willing to talk to James about Regulus’ behavior in front of Sirius so he plastered on a smile and looked at Sirius.
“Nothing, mate. Fancy a pint?” Remus asked, his voice suspiciously tight as his phone buzzed again.
Remus didn’t open it.
In fact— he was still reeling from Regulus’ text and him being so forward about sex.
Scratch that, it wasn’t even about the sex, but more about the fact Regulus texted him something like that so out of the blue while his boyfriend sat right next to him and his older brother now next to Remus.
“Yeah, I’ll get one in a minute. Pete have to work over again?” Sirius questioned, finally looking across the table and his face dropped into a scowl as he spotted Regulus. “Are you wearing my shirt, Regulus?”
Regulus, who had been seemingly having a hushed conversation with James, whipped his head to face his brother with a scowl. “Does it look like your shirt? It’s not like it can fit you anymore.”
“Here we go,” James muttered, Remus watching the previous… concern on James’ face melted into annoyance.
Why was James concerned while he was talking to Regulus?
Did Regulus get caught texting Remus?
Did–
Remus’ internal monologue was once again interrupted by Sirius who was now leaning across the table to scan Regulus’ outfit. “It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t fit me anymore, you can’t keep using the spare key to my flat to steal my clothes! And on top of that you’ve maimed the damned thing by making it shorter. Don’t even get me started on the shorts either, Reg, I know those are the ones you like to wear when you’re trying to pull. It’s bad enough you’re dating James, can you at least not dress like a slag?” Sirius ranted, sitting back down in a huff.
“You’re so fucking dramatic, Sirius,” Regulus began, rolling his eyes and completely unbothered, “One, the shirt isn’t ruined because I took some scissors to it– in fact, I think I made it look much better, thank you very much. Two, you aren’t my mum. You can’t tell me how to dress, and if I wanted to wear a skirt and a halterneck top to the pub I can. Three,” Regulus paused, glancing at James before looking directly at Remus, “Maybe I am trying to pull.”
James, to his credit, didn’t react and simply wrapped his arm around Regulus’ shoulder while Sirius squawked indignantly.
“Absolutely not. Regulus Black, you– you are not– I won’t watch you try to lure some random when you are dating–” Sirius began sputtering.
Remus thanked whoever was listening above for Sirius not catching that Regulus was directly looking at Remus when Regulus clearly stated he was trying to pull because what the fuck was going on?
“He’s just messing with you, Pads, so lighten up, yeah?” James interrupted, raising a brow at Remus before pressing a kiss to the side of Regulus’ head.
“But I–” Regulus began to protest, but James grabbed Regulus’ chin with his thumb and forefinger and turned Regulus to face him, tilting his chin up while James looked down over the top of his glasses.
Remus doesn’t recall a time where Regulus ever shut up so quickly, his mouth snapping shut so fast that Remus most likely could’ve heard his teeth click together if he listened close enough.
The two of them seemed to have a silent conversation within the span of two seconds and before Sirius could speak again, Regulus turned back to his brother. “I was just giving you a hard time, Siri. I just really like these shorts and it’s been awhile since I wore them. Désolé, frère,” Regulus said sweetly, his words dripped in sugary honey. (I’m sorry, brother)
It only took Remus a moment to realize that Regulus was placating Sirius so that he didn’t further throw a fit.
Because if Remus knew anything about Regulus from over the years, it was that he knew exactly what he was doing and how to get Sirius off his back.
Especially if Regulus apologized in French.
And unsurprisingly, Sirius fell for Regulus’ manipulation tactics like he did every single time.
“It’s alright, Reggie, just… I’m sorry for getting worked up as well,” Sirius conceded, slumping back in the booth while James squeezed Regulus’ shoulders.
“See? Everything is fine. Why don’t we go get that pint, Sirius?” James offered, already sliding out of the booth.
Remus felt the panic set in when Sirius began to move out of the booth as well.
“Wait, I’ll come with you,” Remus said, about to follow Sirius when James turned, his lips quirked up just a bit in a smirk and Remus absolutely did not like the mischievous look in his eyes.
“It’s alright, Remus, I’ll grab you another round as well,” James said cheerfully before glancing at Regulus, “Besides, someone needs to keep an eye on this one. Another gin and tonic, Reg?”
“Yes please– and with a cocktail straw this time if you don’t mind,” Regulus chirped, batting his lashes up at James and before Remus could say anything else, James and Sirius had disappeared into the throng of already intoxicated patrons.
Remus swallowed thickly, turning to face Regulus who was now staring directly at Remus, his elbow on the table and propping his chin up with the heel of his hand. His rings caught the dim lights of the pub, fingers curled slightly to rest against his cheekbone with his head tilted just ever so slightly so that his hair had shifted with the movement. His other arm rested on the table, fingers tapping lightly against the worn wood that certainly needed to be restained from age.
Maybe this was his chance to shut this down at the source.
“Regulus–”
“You’re awfully good at playing hard to get, you know. It only took me making out with a few guys and sending James maybe a grand total of five pictures before he was hooked,” Regulus mused, cutting Remus off and seemingly reveling in the way that Remus’ face turned red.
“About that–”
“What? You don’t like them?” Regulus frowned slightly.
“Well– I didn’t say I didn’t like them, but you’re in a relationship, Regulus,” Remus sputtered, at a loss on how Regulus was acting completely unapologetic about what he’s been doing.
“Then what’s the issue? If you like them–”
“Did you gloss over me saying that you’re in a relationship–”
“We’ve discussed it, it’s fine,” Regulus waved off.
“What do you mean it’s fine? I need a bit more elaboration–”
“This is hardly the right place for that. Maybe you should come over after instead,” Regulus purred, silver eyes raking over Remus and pinning him in place.
Remus felt like a wild animal, fighting for a winning chance against the hunter that Regulus Black was.
But Remus never stood a chance.
“I’ve always found you fit, you know,” Regulus remarked, “And what I wouldn’t do to finally have a taste of you.”
Remus rubbed his face, still reeling because what did Regulus mean it was fine, telling Remus he always has found him attractive, and asking Remus to come over?
He really wanted to ask James about this, but there was no clear way to do so at the moment.
And he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a bit apprehensive, but he didn’t get to question much further as James and Sirius returned with their drinks, Regulus turning to James and leaning up to peck James’ lips while taking his gin and tonic.
“Thanks love,” Regulus murmured, voice barely audible over the chatter that filled the space around them, lashes fluttering and James settling into the booth with a smitten smile.
There’s absolutely no way James is allegedly okay with Regulus trying to make a move on Remus.
Right?
There was a small thread of hope that he was wrong because while Regulus wanted a taste, Remus wanted so much more.
“Can’t you two keep the PDA to a minimum?” Sirius grumbled, shifting uncomfortably next to Remus who was watching how Regulus gently squeezed the slice of lime that was on the side of his rocks glass into his drink before throwing it at Sirius.
“Can’t you not be annoying every five seconds?” Regulus retorted, face scrunching up in displeasure. Sirius opened his mouth, but James beat Sirius to the punch.
“Behave,” James scolded them both, causing Regulus to huff with petulance and Sirius to glare at James.
“Seems like those two are already going at it,” A voice cut through the tension, Sirius brightening almost immediately and scooting closer to Remus who moved further into the booth to accommodate Peter who had just arrived with a drink already in hand.
“Peter!” James greeted jovially, raising his pint as Peter slid in next to Sirius.
“Sorry I was late, the office has been dealing with audits which means we all have to work over,” Peter explained after taking a long sip of his ale, “It’s been one hell of a week.”
“Well, now that you’re here…” Sirius began on a long tangent and Remus was listening– he truly was until his phone went off and without thinking he looked at it.
Reggie B 19:27
You’ve thought about it before, haven’t you?
Reggie B 19:59
Come on, why don’t you come over after?
Remus grit his teeth, glancing up to see that Regulus was already looking at him through his lashes.
Fuck.
Remus 20:00
You don’t even know if I’m gay
Reggie B 20:01
One, my gaydar is never wrong and two,
I asked James. You’re bi
Okay, so he had Remus there, but he still couldn’t fathom that this was happening.
Remus 20:02
I don’t get why you’re being like this
all the sudden
Reggie B 20:03
Have I not made it clear that I like and
want you?
I even prepped myself before we got
ready to come here
Remus inhaled sharply, glancing back up again and seeing that James was peering over Regulus’ shoulders.
If he didn’t think James knew before, Remus now knew he was sorely mistaken as James takes Regulus’ phone, bowing out of the conversation with Sirius and Peter for a moment and clicks a couple of things on it before Remus’ phone buzzes in his hand. Remus looked away before James could see he was watching the two of them while James handed the phone back to Regulus, Remus looking down and nearly dropping his phone.
“You alright, Remus?” Sirius asked, pausing in his story to turn to him and Remus cleared his throat, phone pressed facedown against his thigh.
“I’m fine, just slippery fingers,” Remus excused, taking a sip of his pint as Sirius turned back to his conversation with James and Peter with a shrug.
Remus’ gaze drifted to Regulus who was looking at his phone, looking uninterested as he nibbled on the little black cocktail straw in his drink.
Remus took a deep breath, angled his phone away from any prying eyes and opened Regulus’ message.
Reggie B 20:05
Attachment: 1 video, audio unavailable
Remus shouldn’t open this in the pub, even if the sound was removed–
Reggie B 20:08
Go ahead, open it. I don’t mind
Well, it didn’t help that the thumbnail alone had Remus half hard in his trousers.
Realistically, any guy would be. The angle the phone was propped up on his dresser– Regulus laying flat on his back in the thumbnail with an oversized shirt riding up his stomach and mid arch with his legs in the air. His feet were crossed at the ankle, hair splayed across his pillow case with his eyes closed and lips parted in a moan, but his hand…
His hand was between his legs and Remus could just make out that Regulus had two fingers buried inside of him.
Remus angled himself into the corner of the booth, looking over at Regulus who was still just looking at his phone, but James caught his eye and Remus’ brain truly short circuited as James winked at him.
It was then that Remus decided he would blame his temporary loss of reason on James force restarting his brain with a single wink as he clicked the video.
Remus watched as Regulus fell back against the bed, his hand moving faster while what Remus could see of his cock was leaking steadily against his stomach.
Remus didn’t even know a cock could look so pretty.
Regulus raised his other hand, pressing the back of it against his mouth and turning his head while he continued to pump his fingers, chest heaving as he did so. Regulus was clearly mouthing something, his cheeks flushed with exertion until he twisted his fingers and moved his hand down to stroke himself in time with his thrusts. Remus could just make out a couple of moles that decorated Regulus’ chest and the way his thighs trembled made him want to take a bite of the milky skin.
Suddenly, Regulus then raised off the bed completely, mouth dropping open and head tilting back as he came all over his fist.
God, he was beautiful.
The video ended and Remus had bit the inside of his cheek so hard that he tasted blood.
Reggie B 20:10
You sure you don’t want to come over?
Remus nearly jumped as he felt something brush his leg, glancing under the table to find that Regulus had toed off one of his converses and was now running it up Remus’ leg. Remus looked up to find Regulus still looking at his bloody phone as if he and James weren’t driving Remus barmy by this point.
Actually, he had to be mental, because why was he considering it?
No– no, he shouldn’t–
Remus 20:12
I never said I wouldn’t, but we’re in public
Remus couldn’t think of anything better to reply with and kicked himself at the same time because now Regulus knew he was considering his offer to go back to his flat.
He felt Regulus’ foot drift higher and Remus suddenly grabbed his beer, chugging nearly half in one go just to almost choke on it as Regulus’ foot pressed against his cock. Regulus was slouched in his seat, giving no indication that he was doing anything other than texting while James played with a stray curl.
Remus was alone in this fight and he was lucky that Sirius was too caught up in a story he was telling to notice Remus nearly dying via beer, forcing himself to swallow as he grabbed Regulus’ foot to stop him from pressing down.
Reggie B 20:15
Your cock doesn’t seem to be in agreement
of keeping your modesty in public
Remus barely managed to compose himself before replying.
Remus 20:17
Then you’d notice that two of your
dainty little fingers isn’t going to be enough
prep if you want to take me.
You’re acting like a brat
Reggie B: 20:18
Then do something about it
Remus 20:19
In. Public.
Reggie B 20:20
Think they’d notice if I crawled under the
table and gave you a bj?
Remus 20:21
YES THET WILL NOTICE? YOUR BROTHER IS
NEXT TO ME?
Reggie B 20:22
*They
And you’re right, plus I’m wearing shorts so…
Reggie B 20:23
I don’t think I fancy crawling on a pub
floor when I have a perfectly good king
size bed at home ;)
Remus wasn’t sure just how more of this he could take, but he knew in his gut that his mind was already made up.
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The answer was he could take about two more hours of Regulus’ relentless flirting.
It was all subtle– the text messages that persisted throughout the night aside– with Regulus occasionally running his foot along Remus’ leg, making eye contact with Remus when he wrapped his plump, pink lips around that stupid fucking cocktail straw to take a sip of his gin and tonics, and the way he fluttered his lashes when he replied to something Remus said.
In short, Remus was surprised he lasted that long, but the reason they all decided to call it a night was due to Sirius’ boss last minute asking if he could work in the morning at the mechanic shop.
So now Remus stood outside the pub as Sirius took off on his bike and Peter in a taxi, leaving him alone with James and Regulus.
“Night cap at ours?” James asked, finally breaking the silence as he turned to look at Remus.
“‘S not really a night cap what you’ve got in mind,” Remus muttered.
“‘Suppose not, but you’re coming over all the same, aren’t you?” James mused, hailing a taxi for them to pile into.
“James—”
“Just get in. We can talk about it when we get back to the flat,” James waved off, climbing into the back of the taxi while Regulus glanced over his shoulder as he got in after James.
Which left Remus to take the window seat with Regulus between him and James.
Remus took a deep breath before following them in and shutting the door behind them.
James rattled off his and Regulus’ address to the cabbie before leaning back as the car pulled away from the curb.
Regulus almost immediately turned to Remus, fidgeting in his seat as he leaned in close, hand sliding up Remus’ thigh.
“Can I kiss you?” Regulus breathed, looking up at Remus with big eyes and nearly vibrating with excitement.
“Reggie, love, maybe we should wait until we’re back at the flat,” James reprimanded lightly, moving closer to wrap his arm around Regulus’ waist to pull him back, but Regulus simply dug his fingertips into Remus’ thigh, other hand moving to grasp the fabric of Remus’ shirt.
“Please, Jamie? I promise I’ll be good for the rest of the ride– Come on, Rem, don’t you want to kiss me? I’ve been laying it on so thick all night… Just a little peck?” Regulus said, his voice taking on that tooth rottingly sweet tone once more as he refused to be separated from Remus.
Remus couldn’t help but glance down, seeing the way Regulus refused to let go of him before his gaze began to stray to Regulus’ pale thighs that were illuminated by the passing city lights. They were pressed against Remus, the warmth from Regulus’ bare skin sinking into Remus’ trouser clad leg while James’ strong arm remained wrapped around Regulus’ slender waist.
Then there were Regulus’ eyes.
Two, big bright pleading silver eyes that looked as if they held the entire night sky within them, begging Remus just to give in a little to the universe’s demands.
And who was he to deny an angel tempting him with just a taste of the damnation to come?
“I don’t see the harm in just a peck,” Remus conceded, nerves filling every fiber of his being as he met James’ eyes behind gold framed lenses.
He was only met with openness which made Remus feel more nervous.
It’s not as if he had ever been a third before– Hell, he’s clearly new to this dynamic, but this was why Regulus wanted Remus to come back so badly, wasn’t it?
To elaborate.
To explain—
But that all disappeared when Remus saw the way Regulus seemed to light up, turning to James and shifting his thighs as if he were receiving a reward.
James looked amused, leaning in to press a kiss to Regulus’ cheek before pulling back a bit..
“Just a peck and you’ll be good for me until we get home?” James murmured into Regulus’ ear, Remus only picking up the words due to the proximity.
“Mmm— yeah,” Regulus readily agreed breathily, squirming a bit under James’ attention.
“Then go on, I’ll watch,” James said, glancing up at Remus before letting go completely.
Remus barely registered how quickly Regulus had surged up, plush lips pressed against his own before Remus was able to catch up, cupping Regulus’ cheek as he kissed back.
Regulus seemed to melt, his body pressing closer and Remus’ other hand finding its way to Regulus’ thigh as Regulus made a soft noise of contentment.
Remus went to pull away— Regulus having gotten more than just a peck already, but Regulus followed him, nipping Remus’ bottom lip as he leaned up before pressing his tongue into Remus’ mouth. Remus met Regulus in tandem, his hand slipping from Regulus’ cheek into his soft curls and Regulus tilting his head to get a better angle— his hand on Remus’ chest and Regulus practically in Remus’ lap despite the limited space in the back seat of the taxi.
He pressed his tongue into Regulus’ mouth, taking control of the kiss and tasting the juniper of the gin and tonics Regulus had been drinking all night. While Remus didn’t necessarily enjoy gin, he found that when it was mixed with the essence of lime and the sweet, sticky strawberry chapstick that Regulus had on his lips— he didn’t mind it.
It was actually more intoxicating than anything he could’ve had at the pub, especially when Regulus let out a breathy little moan that Remus swallowed down as if he needed it to breathe.
Regulus was pulled back a bit, a small whine falling from his lips as James’ arm hooked back around Regulus’ waist. James hooked his chin on Regulus’ shoulder— James close enough for Remus to feel his breath as it fanned across his face while glancing up at Remus with a darkened look.
Regulus on the other hand was panting softly, his lips swollen and cheeks flushed with his pupils partially dilated as he tried to lean back forward, but James gently tilted Regulus’ head back despite Remus’ hand still in his hair and pressed a kiss to Regulus’ throat.
“As much as I’d like to keep watching you two, we’re almost to the flat,” James murmured, turning to look directly at Remus.
“I’m sorry—”
“For what, Moony? Making out with my boyfriend?” James asked, eyes dancing with mischief as he kept Regulus’ head tilted back against his shoulder while leaning over him to face Remus fully.
“I-I— you said a peck and I should’ve stopped him—” Remus stumbled over his words, James merely chuckling and flashing him that bright James Potter smile.
“Oh, Remus… I knew he wouldn’t be satisfied with just a simple kiss. Let’s take this upstairs, yeah?” James mused before boldly pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of Remus’ mouth and reaching behind him to open the cab door.
Remus wasn’t even sure when the cab stopped, but his mind was reeling because of the little butterflies that spurred to life in his stomach when James kissed him.
He had no idea what he was getting himself into.
Remus slid out of the cab, James having let go of Regulus so Regulus could join Remus on the walkway leading up to Regulus’ flat . Regulus pressed himself against Remus’ side, James only a minute more as he had to pay the cabbie before following them out of the car and closing the door.
“Well? Let’s head up,” James declared with a clap of his hands and moving past them both with his key fob in hand to scan into the building.
Remus opened his mouth only to stumble as Regulus intertwined their fingers and tugged him after James with surprising strength.
“Jamie? Can you make that drink you made for me last weekend?” Regulus requested as James scanned them in, pulling Remus with him as they walked up the stairs to the flat.
“Regulus—” Remus began, because he could walk for himself and certainly wasn’t planning on going anywhere.
“Sure, love. Remus, you still prefer whiskey don’t you?” James asked, looking over his shoulder as they approached the door to flat six.
“Well, yes—”
“Great, after you two then,” James grinned, unlocking the door and holding it open for them.
Regulus kicked off his shoes at the entry way, still holding Remus’ hand in a vice grip as he waited for Remus to follow. Remus toed his trainers off carefully, but as soon as they were fully off his feet, Regulus was dragging him to the sitting room.
“Regulus, you don’t have to yank me anywhere. I’ll go willingly,” Remus finally managed as Regulus pulled him down onto the couch.
“I know, but I’m not taking any chances now that I’ve got you,” Regulus admitted, his voice softer than it has been all night as he curled up against Remus.
That made Remus’ heart jump in his chest, glancing down to see Regulus picking at a frayed string on Remus’ shirt.
For the first time this evening, Regulus seemed nervous.
As long as Remus knew him, Regulus always knew what he wanted and how to get it. He was unapologetic in his actions and did whatever he needed to to obtain his desires.
Nervousness didn’t fit him.
When they were all still teenagers, Regulus mainly stuck with his friends until joining Sirius and the rest of them at uni after A-Levels, but his presence nonetheless commanded attention even before he fully came out of his shell.
Regulus always shone so brightly, so confidently, and Remus was not about to be the one to make that light dim.
“Here we are,” James said, interrupting Remus’ internal monologue, as he entered the sitting room, two rocks glasses balanced in one hand and a Collins glass in the other.
Regulus reached out just as James approached them, taking the taller glass for himself that had what looked like mint and cucumber floating in it with a metal straw hanging off the side while James offered one of the rocks glasses to Remus.
“Two fingers alright with you?” James asked as Remus took the glass, amber liquid sloshing against the sides.
“That’s fine. Regulus, what do you have?” Remus prompted as Regulus took a sip of his own drink.
“Gin with muddled cucumber and mint. James tops it with soda water too— want to try?” Regulus offered, pressing the straw to Remus’ lips before he could refuse.
Remus briefly looked to where James had settled into the adjacent loveseat before back at Regulus who was looking at him expectantly. Remus parted his lips, taking a hesitant sip and coughing a bit as the juniper and citrus hit his palate first before fizzing out with the cucumber and mint.
“Not bad, but gin isn’t my first choice,” Remus appeased, Regulus shrugging before taking his own sip.
Remus took a swig of the whiskey he was offered, the silence stretching for just a moment before he spoke again.
“I know it’s a bit late for it, but I wanted to confirm I’m not getting any… mixed signals,” Remus finally asked, because while he was pretty certain about Regulus’ motives, he wanted to be one hundred percent positive he was right.
“What do you mean? I want to have sex with you,” Regulus said bluntly, tilting his head a bit in slight confusion, “Honestly, I thought maybe you just didn’t like me because you weren’t reacting to any of my flirting.”
“Well, I like you,” Remus coughed a bit, taking another gulp of his whiskey, “But you’re dating my best mate, so I was trying to be respectful of that, however I just… I like you a lot and I want to make sure James is okay with this as well because it seems like only you want me…” Remus trailed off, unable to bring himself to admit his feelings fully.
That didn’t seem to matter as James immediately softened, brown eyes warm and a small smile playing on his lips.
James always knew how to read between the lines.
“Remus, of course I want you, and I think it’s safe to say we both have long before we got to this point. When Regulus and I first started dating I noticed the way he looked at you and it’s the same way he looked at me when he was trying to get my attention, so I was letting him have his moment. That goes to say if you like me… perhaps that’s something all three of us can explore together. For tonight, I don’t mind watching if that’s alright with you,” James said reassuringly.
“You both…?” Remus asked hesitantly, both men’s attention now solely on him.
“Yeah, Remus, both of us are interested, but I know Regulus has wanted this for a long time so,” James shrugged nonchalantly.
“And I’d really like it to be more than a one time thing too,” Regulus added softly, stirring the ice in his drink idly.
“So how would we do this?” Remus finally questioned, downing the rest of his whiskey for just a morsel of confidence.
Remus wouldn’t say he wasn’t experienced, but this was a new experience and not only was he going to have sex with Regulus, but James would be watching.
It would be odd if he wasn’t a bit nervous about the whole thing.
“I’d ease you in. Maybe we can start with some kissing and go from there,” Regulus murmured, setting his drink down on the coffee table before plucking Remus’ empty glass from his hands and placing it next to his own.
“I-I could do kissing,” Remus agreed, glancing between the two of them.
“Just act like I’m not here, Remus. It won’t be that different from the cab, yeah?” James coaxed as Regulus moved to straddle Remus’ lap, arms loosely draping around his shoulders.
“Focus on me,” Regulus whispered, looking down at Remus with a sultry gaze before leaning in.
Remus met Regulus half way, his hands sliding up to Regulus’ waist to rest there lightly as their lips began to move in sync.
Regulus shifted in Remus’ lap, pressing closer and he slotted their hips together, grinding down against Remus as he let out a soft noise between them. Remus took the opportunity to press his tongue into Regulus’ mouth, his grip on Regulus’ hips tightening as he took control of the kiss.
He couldn’t help but trace along Regulus’ soft palate, each movement slick as he pushed Regulus’ tongue back with his own.
Remus could feel his focus narrow in on Regulus as he tasted the mint on his tongue, one hand sliding under his shirt to feel the soft skin. Regulus moved a hand to tangle into Remus’ sandy curls, tugging his head back without breaking the kiss as the faint scent of whatever cologne Regulus was wearing began to fill his senses.
No.
Regulus was filling every bit of his mind with the small rock of his hips, the breathy moans that were falling from his lips that Remus was swallowing down, his cologne filling his nose, and the taste of gin with that stupid strawberry chapstick and something distinctly Regulus making Remus want to devour him whole.
Remus finally managed to pull away, Regulus immediately trying to follow with a small noise of disconcertment. Remus leaned forward, brushing his lips along Regulus’ jaw which had Regulus tilting his head for Remus to kiss along his neck.
When Remus reached the juncture between Regulus’ neck and shoulder, he glanced up only to find James meeting his gaze.
He couldn’t help but falter, Regulus shifting impatiently as Remus maintained eye contact with James as he finally kissed Regulus, grazing his teeth along the skin.
It was almost as if he were subconsciously asking for permission.
And James?
James just sat back with a smirk on his lips, giving a subtle nod of approval.
That was all Remus needed for him to bite.
Regulus gasped, arching into Remus’ chest and tightening his grip in Remus’ hair as Remus soothed the mark with his tongue.
“Putain–” Regulus’ cursed under his breath, thighs clenching with his knees digging into Remus’ hips, head tilting back and exposing more of his neck for Remus to continue.
Remus proceeded to kiss along Regulus’ neck, nipping every so often until Regulus pulled Remus away from his throat by his hair, Regulus’ lips swollen red and panting softly, his pupils dilated until they had eclipsed the silver of his iris.
“Bedroom?” Regulus asked quietly, shifting in Remus’ lap just to get a bit of friction.
“Yeah– alright,” Remus breathed, Regulus quickly moving off of him only to take his hand to tug Remus up off the couch.
“You two go ahead, I’ll clean up here and meet you in there,” James said, Regulus beginning to pull Remus down the hall without hesitation.
“Reg–” Remus began, only to stumble after Regulus into the master bedroom, the door shutting behind them as Regulus kicked it closed.
“Stop talking,” Regulus murmured before surging up to capture Remus in a heated kiss.
All rational thought left Remus’ mind, his hands going back to Regulus’ waist as he caught him and kissed back, turning them around and backing Regulus up until his knees hit the bed.
Remus slid Regulus’ shirt up, only breaking the kiss to remove it completely before laying him back against the seemingly black duvet.
“Wait–” Regulus broke away, scooting up the bed and reaching onto the nightstand that Remus could hardly see in the mostly dark room, the only light being the moon illuminating a sliver of the space through the curtains. Regulus clumsily fumbled until he grasped onto whatever he was looking for, holding his arm up only for the room to light up in violet as the string lights lining the perimeter came to light.
Remus could feel the breath leave his lungs at the sight of Regulus’ bare chest bathed in purple, each dip and curve now visible for him to see.
Regulus was just so fucking beautiful and Remus couldn’t help but stare.
“I wanted to see you,” Regulus admitted, watching as Remus crawled up the bed only to hover just above him, eyes flickering over Regulus’ face before noticing that Regulus’ black hair didn’t exactly match the black of the covers.
“Your covers aren’t black,” Remus said instead of coming up with a better response to Regulus’ statement.
He was unable to, really. All rational thought left his mind.
Regulus snorted quietly, amusement covering his features as he leaned over, reaching into the nightstand to rummage around only to pull out a bottle of lube and toss it unceremoniously onto the bed. “No, they’re not. They’re actually royal blue. James picked them out, but I didn’t know we were here to talk about interior design,” Regulus mused.
Remus took a mental note of the bottle as Regulus settled back beneath him before questioning further.
“We’re not– but you said James picked them out?” Remus questioned, finally glancing around the room only to see James’ bomber jacket hanging off the closet door, James’ shoes lined up next to Regulus’ smaller ones, and the night stand on the other side of the bed littered with sports magazines and a photo of James with Remus, Sirius, and Peter when they were still in secondary school tucked into the unlit lamp.
“I had to allow him to make some decisions when we moved in together,” Regulus huffed, sitting up on his elbows.
“You two live together?” Remus asked in surprise since this is the first he’s heard of this particular development.
“Yes? We didn’t say anything because my brother would have thrown a fit– now if you’re done hyperanalyzing…” Regulus recaptured Remus' attention by hooking a leg up and around Remus’ waist, pulling them flush together and leaning up to drag his tongue up Remus’ jaw to his ear, “I’d like to continue where we left off since I’d would think I didn’t my cleaning and prep for nothing.”
Remus didn’t have any reservations about that, turning his head to kiss Regulus once more as he pushed him back down onto the bed.
Both of their hands began to wander, Remus trailing his fingers along Regulus’ waist band while Regulus pushed Remus’ shirt up his stomach in kind.
Remus moved to begin pressing open mouthed kisses along Regulus’ neck, Regulus’ breath hitching softly as he moved lower and lower until Remus wrapped his lips around one of Regulus’ nipples.
Regulus let out a keening noise as Remus bit gently, playing with the other until Regulus was trembling and sensitive from the attention.
Remus looked up at Regulus, moving up to press a small kiss onto a mole on Regulus’ shoulder before moving his mouth back to the other nipple, dragging his tongue along the bud.
“Ah— merde— Remus, ‘s too much,” Regulus whimpered, face flushed and eyes squeezed closed as he arched, pressing the abused area into Remus’ mouth.
Remus gave one last little nip before pulling off, moving his hands up to soothe them both with his thumbs.
“Do you not like it?” Remus murmured, looking up through his lashes as he began to kiss down Regulus’ sternum.
“I— erm— did… but I’ve never…” Regulus flushed, half lidded eyes meeting Remus’ gaze.
“No one has ever played with them like that?” Remus mused, pressing a kiss just below Regulus’ ribs and dragging his tongue up as gooseflesh pebbled Regulus’ skin.
“It’s not something we’ve done, no,” a new voice said with mild curiosity.
James.
Remus looked over his shoulder to see James leaning against the dresser, Remus having been too caught up in Regulus to notice that he had finally joined them.
“He’s so sensitive right here,” Remus murmured, pressing his thumbs into Regulus’ nipples before turning back to Regulus.
Remus pressed a kiss above Regulus’ navel, hands sliding down to settle on the dip in his waist as Regulus tried to push his hips up, clearly getting impatient.
The thing was, Remus could feel James watching them now.
He wasn’t aware of it before, but he was certainly aware of it now as he continued to kiss along Regulus’ waistband, one hand sliding to undo the three buttons at the top of his high waisted shorts.
Remus fumbled a bit, his nerves beginning to spike at the prospect of being watched.
He pulled down the zip, and while subconsciously he knew from the photos Regulus had sent earlier in the night that he was wearing them, coming face to face with Regulus in lacy black knickers truly short circuited Remus’ brain.
“Ffyc,” Remus cursed under his breath— accidentally slipping into Welsh and looking up to see Regulus staring right back, seemingly holding his breath. (Fuck)
“What?” Regulus questioned, confusion in his voice while squirming a bit under Remus’ intense stare.
“I said fuck. Didn’t mean to slip into Welsh,” Remus clarified, leaning down to press a kiss to Regulus’ tip through the fabric before looking back up at Regulus who had pink dusting across his cheeks and looking down in awe.
Remus could immediately tell by the look on his face Regulus liked that he slipped into Welsh.
“You knew I was wearing them,” Regulus finally mustered, averting his gaze for only a moment just to look right back at Remus.
“In person, it’s a bit different,” Remus shook his head with amusement, filing the information away for later and trailing a finger over Regulus’ half hard cock through the lace.
Remus could hear the soft shift of denim behind him as James adjusted his position, making him all the more aware that he was being watched.
He found he really didn’t know if he enjoyed that feeling as his shoulders remained tense despite leaning down to kiss Regulus through his knickers.
It was unnerving.
It’s as if every move he was making was being analyzed.
He’s been with men before— why did it feel like he was at a loss for what to do?
He dragged his tongue up along the fabric, but the tension remained.
“Remus, you need to relax,” James murmured, his voice now much closer than it was previously as two hands came down onto his shoulders. Remus, admittedly, jumped a bit as James touched him, beginning to massage his muscles as he leaned in— breath fanning along his ear and making him shiver. “You’re rather tense, you know.”
“I can feel you watching me,” Remus said, voice low as he turned his head just to see James in his peripheral view.
“Can I help you relax?” James asked, running his hands down Remus’ shoulder blades before back up. “Do you mind if I touch you like this?”
And bloody hell.
Remus really didn’t mind because he could feel the heat of James’ skin radiating off of him and the next words out of his mouth fell out without any real thought.
“No– It’s fine,” Remus managed, feeling the tension beginning to leave him, gaining a boost of confidence as he agreed, curling his fingertips beneath Regulus’ waistband and yanking.
Remus knew James had just wanted to watch– but now he was touching Remus with such ease that Remus couldn’t help but feel more relaxed as Regulus let out a startled noise at the sudden movement.
Remus felt as if every fiber of his being had been ignited.
Remus tugged Regulus’ shorts and knickers off, tossing them to the side as James began to press kisses along Remus’ right shoulder, the wire frame of his glasses digging into the skin.
Regulus meanwhile was sprawled out, skin bathed in violet with every inch exposed to Remus for his perusing and he found himself falling into rhythm as James slid his hands down to Remus’ waistband and Regulus raised his hips, looking for any sort of friction he could receive.
Remus pushed Regulus’ hips back against the bed, replacing his left hand with his mouth as he began to kiss along Regulus’ hipbone, nipping gently just to hear Regulus make small noises of frustration.
Remus could feel James pull away only to then press against Remus’ back, lips trailing down along the back of Remus’ neck and hands sliding lower to cup the front of Remus’ trousers, palming his cock.
A low groan left Remus’ lips at the touch, hands moving to the back of Regulus’ thighs to hitch them over his shoulders– over James’ shoulders as well as he began to trail kisses along the inside of Regulus’ thighs.
“Jamie–” Regulus tried, breaking off into a pitched gasp as Remus bit into the supple skin.
“Focus on me, darling,” Remus murmured, continuing his exploration closer and closer to where Regulus wanted him.
That’s when James began to undo the front of Remus’ trousers.
“You two look so good together,” James murmured, forehead pressed against Remus’ shoulder, “Let me feel you, Remus.”
Remus let out a moan, shifting his knees further up to allow James better access to the front of his trousers while still hovering over Regulus. He moved his hands to part Regulus’ arse to get a glimpse of the spasming muscles of his hole, watching it clench around nothing as if it needed Remus to fill it. James continued to unfasten Remus’ belt, making quick work of the front of his trousers before Remus felt James slide lower, nudging Remus’ knees further apart, and the bed bouncing as James settled between Remus’ legs on his back and Regulus’ heels digging solely into Remus’ shoulder blades now.
Oh.
Oh.
Remus could barely contain the guttural noise that left his lips as he felt James’ teeth scrape along the elastic of his pants before pulling them down with his trousers, Remus having to raise his knees one after the other for James to get them off all the way.
“Cachu–” Remus gasped as the cool air hit him, James tugging the trousers from around his thighs for Remus to kick off. (Shit)
“Focus on him, I’ll focus on you for now,” James mused, dragging his tongue unashamedly along the underside of Remus’ prick.
Remus refocused his attention the best he could on Regulus who began shifting impatiently, tightening his grasp before spitting onto his hole just to see it spasm.
Regulus let out a yelp of surprise, jolting as Remus circled the saliva with his finger along his entrance, pressing just the tip of his index finger in with only a bit of resistance.
“I did warn you about your dainty little fingers,” Remus chuckled, pulling away only to fumble for the bottle of lube that was previously discarded on the bed.
“Your cock certainly won’t fit inside of him without a bit more prep,” James muttered, Regulus clearly not hearing him as he looked confused at the amused huff Remus let out.
“What?” Regulus questioned, eyes focused on Remus coating his fingers with lube, unable to see James due to Remus’ chest pressing a bit closer to the bed as Regulus managed to move his legs off of Remus’ shoulders, keeping them spread.
Remus clicked the lube shut, tossing it aside once more before pressing a finger inside Regulus without much warning, maintaining eye contact while Regulus gasped at the intrusion, back arching slightly off the bed.
“Don’t worry about it,” Remus grunted, slowly beginning to pump his finger while he watched for any signs of discomfort.
When Regulus began to relax, soft noises leaving his lips as his hands tangled in the duvet, Remus added another finger only to spread them apart inside of Regulus’ hole to scissor him.
He was so entranced by Regulus, that he nearly forgot James was under him until he felt two hands grasp the back of his thighs, a soft hiss emitting from between his teeth as warm, wet heat wrapped around the tip of his cock.
The new sensation caused Remus to pause, Regulus immediately trying to push down with a whine as Remus lifted up to glance down only to find James looking right back up. With a wink behind his glasses, James began guiding Remus’ hips forward as he took more of his prick between stretched lips as Remus moaned.
“Remus,” Regulus whimpered, tone desperate and his hips twitching. Remus was now finding that he was going to have to continue fingering Regulus open while trying to not be distracted by James relaxing his throat to take Remus deeper.
He had no idea how this was going to fare, but he was going to at least try.
Remus brought his index and middle finger together pulling back to insert a third while curling them up in search of Regulus’ prostate just as the tip of his cock hit the back of James’ throat.
He could feel himself twitch, James only gagging lightly before massaging what he could of Remus’ cock with the underside of his tongue.
Remus could barely hear over the blood rushing in his ears, Regulus’ face scrunched up, and just as the soft audible click of James’ throat working to accommodate even the tip of Remus’ cock sounded, Regulus spasmed as Remus finally pressed directly onto his prostate.
Regulus let out a pitched moan, mouth dropping open as his thighs tried to come together, but Remus’ shoulders prevented that while Remus let out a low groan as well.
It was almost too much.
Watching Regulus falling apart from his fingers as he began massaging the small bundle of nerves, prick now leaking precum onto his stomach while James worked his cock. James’ tongue was pressed firmly against the vein on the underside of it and having moved his hand to wrap around what he couldn’t reach with his mouth, twisting and stroking in time with each bob of his head.
Remus began to thrust his fingers faster, trying to keep focused, but he couldn’t help when his hips finally jerked forward and James having pulled away just in time so that he didn’t choke.
“I’m going to cum,” Regulus panted, attempting to twist away from Remus’ fingers as he forced his eyes open only to find that Remus was looking down at James who was now dragging his tongue along the tip of Remus’ cock to gather the precum that was beginning to gather along the slit.
Remus looked up, curling all three fingers again to press into Regulus’ prostate before moving them in a circular motion as Regulus threw his head back against the pillows with a near sob as his own cum painted his stomach, unable to hold back.
“Rydych chi mor brydferth,” Remus murmured, slipping into Welsh as he leaned down to press a kiss to Regulus’ twitching cock that remained half hard while Remus continued to work him through his orgasm. (You are so beautiful)
Regulus had confusion cross his features at the words despite the way his pupils blew back out as Remus spoke. Regulus clearly did not understand him, mouth opening to question further, but no words left his lips while his chest heaved and his thighs trembling on either side of Remus.
James hummed, hands sliding down Remus’ thighs as he pulled away from Remus’ cock, bed shifting as he moved from beneath him. Remus withdrew his fingers as well, a long whimper leaving Regulus as a result as he tried clenched around them.
“Just came and yet you need more, don’t you?” James mused as he rounded the bed, pulling off his shirt and discarding it in one motion before kneeling by Regulus’ head and running a hand through his hair. Regulus made a soft content noise, leaning up into the touch and his lashes fluttering as Remus shifted to sit up on his knees between Regulus’ legs. James turned, lips turning up as he looked over Remus before meeting his eyes. “I’d say he’s ready for you.”
“What about you?” Remus questioned, gesturing to the obvious bulge in James’ jeans as Remus once again grasped the bottle of lube.
“I’ll be–” James began, only to be cut off by Regulus.
“Use my mouth, Jamie. Please?” Regulus asked airly, desperation and need colouring his voice.
Both James and Remus froze, looking at each other to confirm or deny the idea while Regulus’ eyelids parted to look between them.
“Are you okay–”
“I don’t mind–”
James and Remus both said at the same time, speaking over each other because James was supposed to only watch– but now?
Remus couldn’t get the image of Regulus’ mouth around James’ cock while he was being fucked by Remus.
“Are you sure you don’t mind?” James asked, already unzipping the front of his jeans.
“Positive,” Remus said, swallowing thickly. “You’ve got a rubber?”
Clearly, that was the wrong thing to ask as Regulus snapped open his eyes, pinning Remus in place.
“Are you not clean?” Regulus questioned.
“I am clean–” Remus began, only for Regulus to scoff before he could finish.
“Then don’t use one,” Regulus said almost brattily.
“What he means to say is we’re both clean as well,” James elaborated as he rolled his eyes fondly, “So no need for the condom.”
Remus had the fleeting thought that this was all just a really vivid dream until he popped open the cap and the cool lube hit the palm of his hand.
Definitely not a dream.
He was about to feel Regulus fully and his blood was thrumming with the mere thought that he was about to slide his cock into the tight heat of Regulus’ hole.
“Right,” Remus acknowledged, wrapping his hand around his cock to give himself a few strokes to spread the lube along the length. He couldn’t help the way his eyes went to James who raised his hips to push his jeans and pants down to his thighs only to shimmy out of them completely.
Remus knew his best friend was fit, but holy shit was it different seeing James in all his glory.
Where Regulus was lithe– petite with dips and soft skin, James was toned and muscular. He wasn’t overly bulky, but you could tell he took care of himself as his quads flexed under the skin and the way his biceps moved under the lights.
They were both just so fucking attractive.
“Should I stay like this?” Regulus piped up, lust in his eyes as he looked between them.
And as much Remus wanted to say yes, he found himself grasping Regulus’ waist only to flip him onto his stomach, his fingers smearing the cooling cum that was on his skin before hiking Regulus’ hips up and back so that he was on his knees.
“Oh,” Regulus managed, already succumbing to his fate while James moved to kneel in front of Regulus, hand wrapped around his cock and tapping the tip on Regulus’ lips.
From what Remus could see, Regulus tried to part his lips to take James into his mouth, James grabbing the scruff of Regulus’ hair and pulling him back. “You’ll wait until we’re both ready,” James chastised, Remus finding himself smirking as he lined himself up against Regulus’ hole.
“Is he always this fucking needy?” Remus asked, finding his voice as he circled the tip of his cock around the rim, precum mixing with the lube.
Remus glanced up at James who mirrored Remus’ darkened look with a nod.
“Hey–” Regulus began to protest, Remus pushing the tip in as James guided Regulus’ mouth back to his cock, Regulus’ lips wrapping around the head and effectively quieting him.
“Shit– You’re still so fucking tight, Reg,” Remus groans, slowly beginning to push his hips forward and feeling Regulus stretch to accommodate him. Regulus let out a muffled moan around James’s cock, James hissing in kind as Regulus sinks his mouth further down.
“Just like that,” James murmured, a hand tangling in Regulus’ hair at the root, shoulders flexing as he tilted his head back.
Remus couldn’t decide who to look at.
Regulus who was trying to press back to take more of Remus who was holding his hips still in a bruising grip so that he didn’t bury himself to the hilt in one go or James who had his eyes closed, throat working as he swallowed with his lips slightly parted and had begun to slowly guide Regulus’ with the grip in his hair.
Remus paused about halfway, gritting his teeth together as Regulus clenched down hard on his cock.
Regulus broke away from James for a moment, turning his head slightly and Remus could see the string of saliva connecting his swollen lips to James’ cock which was glistening in the low lights.
If Remus tried hard enough, he could probably see the way James’ prick was surely throbbing.
“Why’d you stop?” Regulus whined breathily, “Is your cock fully in?”
James chuckled as Remus leaned down over Regulus’ back, reaching around to grasp his chin and guide his mouth back to James.
“No, darling, I’m only halfway,” Remus whispered sultry into Regulus’ ear, Regulus’ eyes widening as Remus helped James feed Regulus James’ cock before he could reply, cheek bulging slightly as drool pooled at the corner of Regulus’ mouth.
He couldn’t help himself.
Remus glanced up at James who was looking right back down at him and Regulus before snapping his hips forward and burying himself completely in Regulus who let out a muffled noise.
“There you go, now you have me fully,” Remus murmured, hand sliding from Regulus’ chin over his throat before continuing down until it rested on Regulus’ stomach that was already wet with precum again.
Regulus’ eyes fluttered, Remus staying still for only a minute to allow him to adjust while steadying the hand on Regulus’ hip before dragging his hips back and thrusting in deeply.
Regulus moaned around James who began shallowly thrusting into Regulus’ mouth as Remus established a slow but steady rhythm.
The air between the three of them was charged.
It was as if electricity was lighting up every cell– every nerve ending aflame as he watched the force of each drive of his cock push Regulus to take more and more of James.
He wouldn’t trade the stars, the sun, or the moon to give up this moment because he already had the entire universe at his fingertips.
He had them.
Both of them.
And Remus didn’t want to let go.
Remus pulled away from Regulus’ back, James brushing away a couple of tears with his thumb that escaped the corners of Regulus’ eyes and down his flushed, freckled cheeks.
They looked like falling stars.
Remus pulled back, tilted his hips, and slammed back in.
Perhaps Regulus was a star, a ball of bright, beautiful, burning energy with the way he cried out, the force of the thrust pushing James into his– thankfully– relaxed throat and arched his back so fucking prettily made Remus’ head spin.
And if Regulus was the star between them, James and Remus must be the sun and moon and together they were creating their own galaxy that burst behind Remus’ eyes.
“You’re doing so good for us, Reg,” James moaned, the grip in Regulus’ hair loosening.
He didn’t need to be guided as much, because Remus kept pushing Regulus forward as he thrust into him, Regulus nearly completely pliant between them and struggling to keep his eyes open as pleasure thumbed through his veins.
“So fucking good,” Remus agreed, moving the hand that was on Regulus’ stomach back to his waist before pulling Regulus back onto his cock. Regulus moaned around James, nearly gagging as Remus pushed him back down onto James’ prick and picked up the pace.
“You look so pretty with your lips stretched around my cock. Keep your eyes up,” James cooed, Regulus whining around James as Remus continued to plow into him.
While Remus couldn’t exactly see Regulus, he could only imagine as James met his gaze.
“Wish you could see Remus, too, Reg. See how well— fuck, like that— he’s taking care of you. He looks so good while doing it too. He’s taking you apart, isn’t he? Fucking you hard, just how you like it,” James murmured, tone almost taunting towards Regulus who was now just letting Remus’ movements combined with James’ guidance fuck James’ prick into his throat.
James’ words caused a near growl to rip from Remus’ throat, skin feverish with need as he locked eyes with James.
And Regulus let out a hum that turned into a whine when he realized there was no possible way for him to turn his head to see Remus.
“Shit–” James cursed, pulling Regulus off him completely who was panting, trying to catch his breath while Remus began to fuck him in earnest.
The sound of the headboard hitting the wall alongside the slapping of skin filled the room, Regulus’ moans airy and broken as his head rested on James’ thigh.
“S'il te plaît, j'en peux plus... j'vais encore jouir. Putain, s'il te plaît, t'arrête pas,” Regulus slurred, whining and writhing when he couldn’t raise his head enough to take James back into his mouth. (Please, I can’t.. I’m going to cum again. Fuck, please, don’t stop.)
Remus had absolutely no idea what Regulus was saying, but it made his cock jerk inside of Regulus.
“He’s going to cum again,” James grunted, clearly having understood some of the muddled French, pulling Regulus’ head up by his hair as he wrapped his other hand around his cock, stroking quickly.
Remus huffed a laugh— and perhaps that was a bit mean of him to do, but he was nowhere near close to his own release while the two men before him were on the verge of shattering. Remus found himself angling his hips again delivering several sharp thrusts to Regulus’ prostate that had Regulus’ mouth dropping open in a silent sob, body going rigid as he came.
Regulus was clenching down so hard it was nearly painful, Remus settling for grinding into him as he rode out his orgasm, James following with a low moan as he came as well– his cum painting Regulus’ lips, cheeks, and landing on his tongue.
But Remus?
Remus stilled, cock still throbbing inside Regulus whose forehead was pressed again against James’ thigh as both men panted, coming down from their shared release.
Regulus licked his lips, James reaching to grab a tissue from his side of the nightstand to wipe his hand when Remus gave a small tentative thrust.
Regulus whimpered, entire body trembling as he raised his head. “Qu'est-ce que tu fais?” Regulus slurred, trying to prop himself up on shaky arms. (What are you doing?)
“I can’t understand you when you’re speaking French, pretty boy. Did I fuck you dumb already?” Remus cooed and James’ eyes widened a bit before a grin overtook his face.
“W-what– you didn’t–? I can’t, Remus–” Regulus floundered, stuttering and gasping as Remus began to rock his hips.
“Should I stop?” Remus asked, but he wasn’t looking at Regulus.
He was looking at James.
“Keep going, Remus,” James smirked, readjusting himself to lie against the pillows.
“Wait–” Regulus squeaked, but Remus hauled him up from his arm pits onto Remus’ lap, his cock sliding even deeper inside Regulus who let out a string of incoherent curses. Remus moved Regulus’ arms over his shoulders, his chest pressed against Regulus’ back as Regulus intertwined his fingers behind Remus’ neck.
Remus moved his hand to grasp Regulus’ chin, tilting his head towards him before licking a long stripe up Regulus’ cheek to gather James’ cum that was still on his face. .
James made a noise of interest, but Remus didn’t hesitate as he then kissed Regulus hard, forcing his lips open to feed him James’ cum.
Regulus moaned at the taste, Remus finding that the flavor of them both had him dizzy with desire as he shared the release between them.
Remus broke away only to drag two fingers along Regulus’ other cheek, pressing them into Regulus’ mouth only for him to begin sucking on them, tongue gliding between them as if he were being given a treat. Remus’ other hand slid down to Regulus’ waist, tightening his hold and tilting Regulus’ head back against his shoulder as he began to drive his hips up with fervor.
Regulus let out broken moans, but each one was muffled as Remus kept his mouth full out of pure greed.
He just wanted to see Regulus’ lips stretched around his fingers, red and swollen as drool began to drip down his chin.
“rydych chi'n edrych mor dda fel hyn, rydych chi'n cymryd fy ngheiliog mor dda,” Remus grunted directly into Regulus’ ear, this time the Welsh purposeful as he watched the way Regulus’ eyes rolled back before fluttering shut. (You look so good like this, you’re taking my cock so well.)
“Fuck, Remus,” James muttered, desire thick in his voice as Remus made eye contact with James who was now lazily stroking his half hard cock.
Remus continued to buck up into Regulus who was an unintelligible mess around Remus’ fingers, his hole fluttering around Remus’ cock as he just took it– having gone soft and pliant the moment Remus had pulled him up into his lap.
Remus glanced down to see Regulus’ prick was trying to harden again, his fingers leaving Regulus’ mouth only to drag the saliva down his throat, along his sternum before his hand splayed across Regulus’ navel.
That’s when he felt it.
Remus could feel his cock pressing into Regulus’ lower abdomen, causing a guttural noise to emit from his throat.
“I can feel myself, darling. Do you feel that?” Remus murmured, pressing his hand more firmly against Regulus’ stomach.
“F‘eel it. ‘S so deep,” Regulus whined, desperation colouring his voice. Regulus suddenly arched his back, his thighs trembling against Remus while more tears of pleasure cascaded down his cheeks as another long airy moan left his lips, writhing in Remus’ lap.
“Yet you keep. Taking. More.” Remus grunted, articulating each word with a slam of his hips, Regulus nodding dumbly as he fought to keep his eyes open.
He couldn’t last for much longer– not when Regulus looked like that and James watching them with a hunger that made Remus feel as if he were on fire.
Remus felt the burning beginning to build in his gut, Regulus’ arms giving out while Remus allowed for Regulus to fall forward between James’ spread legs, face buried into the duvet and his hands fisting the fabric so tightly that his knuckles were white.
He readjusted his grip on Regulus’ hips, his pace brutal as he thrusted hard into Regulus before his hips began stuttering.
“Ffyc, I’m cumming,” Remus barely managed to grunt, hand wrapping around Regulus’ sensitive prick and making him cry out into the sheets at the touch.
The first real touch he’s had all night.
Remus began stroking Regulus in short bursts, timing them with each time he bucked forward until Regulus came again with a sob, back arching as his body shook beneath Remus.
Remus became sloppy, only thrusting a few more times before stilling inside of Regulus, cock buried inside of him as he came so hard that his vision went blank for a moment.
It felt as if everything in the universe collided all at once into a brilliant explosion.
Regulus was trembling, small muffled pants and whimpers leaving him while the sound of slick skin was the only other noise before James followed both of them, spilling over his fist.
Remus managed to catch himself on his forearms just above Regulus, caging the smaller man in as he began to pull out gently with a hiss.
“I don’t even bottom usually and you’ve got me jealous, Remus. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so fast either,” James finally broke the silence as Remus rolled from on top of Regulus, his back hitting the bed and making the mattress bounce.
“I can’t move,” Regulus mumbled into the duvet, voice still slurred and laced with drowsiness as he managed to drag himself closer to Remus despite his previous comment, seeking comfort after being fucked– from how he felt– within an inch of his life.
“Was I too rough?” Remus asked, worry creeping in, but Regulus found the energy to muster a glare as he looked up at Remus.
“No, I loved it. You and your big cock,” Regulus grumbled before dropping his head back down, James moving to press against the other side of Regulus.
“You did great, Moony, don’t mind him. He’s just tired now,” James chuckled, glancing at Remus with a lopsided grin before he adopted a teasing tone. “Have to say, you really are a beast in bed.”
“Shut up, James,” Remus muttered, unable to help the colour that flooded his cheeks that had nothing to do with the sex.
“Yeah… shut up, James,” Regulus parroted sleepily.
“Oh no you don’t,” James laughed, sitting up and pulling Regulus with him who whined grumpily, trying to cling onto Remus.
He looked remarkably like an angry kitten, hair all mused and a glare of pure ice with those silver eyes.
Adorable.
“We’ve got to get you all cleaned up and the sheets changed otherwise you’ll throw a fit in the morning. Come on,” James encouraged, moving off the bed and taking Regulus up in his arms bridal style. “Want to help me get this one situated and cleaned up?” James offered, pleading brown eyes boring into Remus.
And well…
Remus couldn’t exactly say no to that look.
So that’s how Remus found himself helping James clean up a practically asleep Regulus, both of them washing themselves up as well before changing the sheets quickly to put Regulus to bed.
Regulus was out before the duvet was even tucked around him while James climbed in on the left side, settling behind Regulus with an arm around his waist.
Which left Remus.
Remus who… well… he didn’t exactly know what to do.
Sure, they all three hooked up, but that didn’t exactly mean he could spend the night, right?
Right.
Remus only watched for a moment as James began to pull his glasses off his face, Remus scrounging for his pants.
He pulled them back on, the sound of the elastic hitting skin catching James’ attention unbeknownst to Remus who was now in the process of pulling his trousers back on.
“Remus, what are you doing?” James finally asked, voice low as to be mindful of Regulus who was out cold on the bed.
“Getting my clothes back on?” Remus counted with confusion, glancing at the bed before continuing to look for his shirt.
“But why?” James pressed, now sitting up fully with the sheets pooling at his waist.
“Well—”
“Did you not enjoy it?”
“I did— a lot—”
“Then where are you going? Just stay the night, it’s late anyways,” James said with mild amusement.
“Like… on the couch?” Remus scrunched his nose a bit because he knew for a fact he was far too tall to fit comfortably on the aforementioned furniture.
Remus watched as James’ grin fell just a bit, brow cocking as he set his glasses on the nightstand.
“Remus, get in the bed. There’s a pair of joggers in the bottom of the wardrobe that should fit,” James said, reaching over to pull back the covers on the other side of Regulus.
Remus flushed a bit, awkwardly fumbling with his trousers again and dropping them only to wander over to the said wardrobe, find the joggers, slip them on, and then slide beneath the sheets next to Regulus.
Regulus seemed to sense someone else in the bed in his sleep, immediately turning to curl up onto Remus’ chest before Remus could even settle down completely, one arm around Regulus and the other by his side with his hand on his stomach.
There was a stretch of silence as James adjusted as well, pressing back against Regulus on his side, brown curls splaying across the pillow case.
James, of course, is the first to break that silence.
“Were you really going to leave?” He whispered, the purple lights seemingly on a timer as they shut off leaving them in the dark with the only light illuminating the room coming from the moon peaking through the drapes.
“I figured you wouldn’t want me to stay,” Remus whispered back, unable to stop the anxiety that crept into his voice.
James frowned at that, brows furrowing in thought before replying.
“Remus, we all just participated in something intense, so off that alone, we’d both want you to stay regardless. Why would you think we’d want you to go?” James questioned, his hand sliding over Regulus’ waist to lay on top of the one Remus had on his abdomen.
“Well, you know—”
“No, I don’t. Enlighten me.”
“Well, I didn’t know if this was… like… maybe a one off—?”
“A one off?” James repeated incredulously, Regulus shifting with a soft noise which made James lower his voice. “Did you not hear me earlier when I said that we both wanted this— wanted you? Remus, we like you—”
“Well, I didn’t know if that meant—”
“Remus John Lupin, it was quite clear you understood and we were all on the same page that we all like liked each other, but now that we’ve all had sex it’s somehow scrambled your brain,” James quietly scolded Remus for the first time in his life.
Remus opened his mouth, closed it, and thought for a moment before replying.
“So you weren’t lying then?” He finally asked, voice barely above a whisper and meeting James’ eyes which softened completely.
“No, Moony. We weren’t. We both want you and if you are truly open to it and want us back, we’d love to see how the three of us could work— together. Regulus I think had a crush on you far before he set his sights on me from the way I caught him staring at you—”
“But he never approached me—”
“I think you’re different, Remus. He didn’t know how. You aren’t like other guys where you think with your other head first. And for me? Remus, you’re my best friend, but I’ve liked— really liked you since maybe year nine. I just didn’t want to fuck up our friendship so I never pursued it. I would’ve never given Regulus the okay unless I wanted you as well and if you’d have us both… I think us three would work well together,” James said softly.
“You said you gave Regulus the okay? But he always has been…” Remus trailed off, trying to find the best way to put it.
“Trust me, I know my boyfriend and as long as there’s no physical contact or specific boundaries crossed, I don’t mind him flirting. He’s well aware that dynamic would be done with though if you decide you’d like to be with us both and as prickly as he may be sometimes, he has a lot of love he wants to share and so do I, and we both want to share that with you if you’ll allow us,” James murmured, eyes searching Remus’.
The ball was in his court, but Remus knew his decision without even thinking about it.
“Alright,” he agreed.
“Really?” James breathed, attempting to find any deception in Remus’ voice.
“Really. I’m willing to see where this goes,” Remus affirmed and James carefully leaned over, hand moving to rest on Remus’ cheek as he leaned in close.
“I promise you, you won’t regret it,” James said with such conviction— such warmth that Remus knew he wouldn’t.
“I believe you,” Remus whispered back as James leaned closer.
“Can I?” James asked.
And Remus?
Remus nodded and that was all James needed to gently kiss him, soft and sweet before pulling away and setting into bed.
And as James’ breathing evened out as sleep took him, Remus knew that was where he was meant to be.
Remus knew he would never regret it.
Ever.
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Two months later
“Sirius is late again,” Regulus complained, throwing himself down into the pub booth next to Remus, pressing up against him as Remus slid him his gin and tonic complete with cocktail straws and a lime.
“You say this as if you don’t know he’s always late,” James mused as he sandwiched Regulus between himself and Remus, leaning over Regulus’ head to peck Remus’ cheek.
Regulus let out a small, indignant noise which had both James and Remus kissing either cheek which made Regulus immediately relax.
“You would think he’d learn one of these times to be punctual,” Remus commented as he pulled away, settling back into his seat with a sip of his pint.
“He’s always like this!” Regulus grumbled before turning to Remus and pressing a hand to his chest, leaning up and drooping his eyelids a bit. “You’re still coming over tonight, right?” Regulus whispered, squeaking as James wrapped an arm around Regulus’ waist and hooked his chin on his shoulder.
“Of course I am— by this point I spend more time at yours than mine,” Remus said with fondness, grinning down at the two.
“Fashionably late as ever!” Sirius’ voice cut through, causing all three heads to turn to where Sirius and Peter have now appeared at the end of the table. “What did I miss?” He asked as he slid in cheerfully, unraveling the scarf around his neck before pausing, eyes bouncing between James, Regulus, and Remus.
Sirius’ gaze was calculating, clearly cataloging Regulus’ hand on Remus’ chest, leaning in far too close to Remus to be friendly, and how James looked just happy to be there.
Remus knew this wasn’t good…
Because the thing is— they didn’t tell Sirius.
While they intended to, all three men felt it was too new and the inevitable crash out Sirius would have had too great of a risk this early on even if all three knew they weren’t about to let each other go.
Peter picked it up the first time they all went out again right after Remus began seeing the couple after that pub night two months ago.
Either way….
Ideally, they would’ve eased Sirius into it…
But that clearly wasn’t happening anymore.
Peter just looked terribly amused and happy to watch the free entertainment while they all watched how Sirius was finally putting everything together as his grey eyes narrowed suspiciously.
“Regulus, why are you hanging on Remus like that when James is right there— James? Why is my brother hanging on to our best mate like that and you’re just letting him?” Sirius demanded, crossing one hand over the other on the table and leaning forward to examine the trio with a closer eye.
Remus didn’t know how he didn’t predict the next words out of Regulus’ mouth.
“Because why can’t I? He’s my boyfriend now after all,” Regulus said innocently, deciding that he clearly wasn’t in the mood for subtly tonight. James and Remus both shared a side glanced look before turning to Sirius whose face was turning an alarming shade of red rather rapidly.
“Boyfriend? What do you mean boyfriend? James is right there! And I can tell you two haven’t broken up because he’s touchy as all ever— Non. Non, Regulus, the te fous de ma gueule? Dis moi que c'est pas vrai,” Sirius hissed out and all of them knew they were in for it as soon as Sirius slipped into French. (No. No, Regulus, are you fucking kidding me? Tell me it’s not true)
“I like them both,” Regulus said frankly and Remus could swear he could see the steam coming out of Sirius’ ears.
“Tu les aimes tous les deux? T’es devenu fou? Un seul de mes meilleurs amis ne te suffisait pas, alors t’as décidé qu’il t’en fallait un autre?” Sirius said in rapid French— and even the minimal French that Regulus had been teaching Remus was not allowing him to keep up with what Sirius was saying. (You like them both? Have you gone mad? You weren’t happy with just one of my best mates so you decided you had to have another one?)
“Tu es tellement dramatique, Siri. Ce n'est pas si grave que ça,” Regulus drawled, dragging his finger along the rim of his glass idly. “Besides, what do you want me to say? Sorry? Not my fault you’ve got hot friends.” (You’re so dramatic, Siri. It’s not that big of a deal)
Remus could’ve facepalmed.
James did facepalm because they both knew that Regulus was baiting his brother for sport now.
“Maybe don’t fuck my friends!” Sirius all but screeched, causing a couple heads to turn to their direction and Sirius ducking to avoid the attention. “This isn’t over, we’re talking about this later— all three of you.”
“Sorry not sorry,” Regulus shrugged, a wicked grin beginning to spread across his lips and Remus felt an uneasy feeling build in his gut.
Here we go.
Because of course, Regulus had to say one more thing to rage-bait his brother before he would be absolutely required to placate Sirius and calm him down if they were to have any semblance of a nice evening.
“Did I also fail to mention James and I live together? Have been for over a year,” Regulus said sweetly, leaning across the table to meet Sirius furious gaze head on.
Fucking hell.
Remus swore he saw the five stages of grief cross Sirius’ face all at once— well, except for acceptance.
He supposed it was going to come out sooner than later, but Remus just hadn’t been expecting Regulus to come out with both topics so bluntly.
“You what?” Sirius whispered, voice terrifyingly calm.
Remus began to wonder which one of the three of them Sirius would murder first.
It was going to be a long night for all of them.
Especially for Regulus when they got home.