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They had a reservation at seven. It was a nice restaurant Lily had mentioned in passing and Regulus had booked based on only that fact. James would be meeting them after work, leaving that morning with a suit bag slung over his shoulder as he pressed twin kisses to his still half-slumbering spouses.
Lily was dressed in green silk, straps falling off her shoulders intentionally, cleavage tastefully on show in a way that made Regulus audibly groan when he’d seen her. That silk felt incredible on the back of his bare thighs and arse as she pushed against his back, the front of him bent over their dresser, face against the cool glass of the mirror. His shirt was still done up to the second last button, but he hadn’t gotten as far as getting his trousers on.
Her fingers were sinful, warm and slick inside him. She wasn’t trying to get him off, avoiding his prostate in a way that could only be done if you’d memorised the exact angle years ago. His breathing was coming too quickly, staccato grunts slipping out when she pressed deep. Lily had lovely fingers, long and thin, a perfect counterpoint to James’s thick ones. She spread them, and his head thunked down against his hands, clenched together against the wood top of the dresser.
“You’re doing perfect, pet,” she said, voice pitched low and soothing as she leisurely stretched him. When she pulled her fingers out, he muffled his mouth against his wrist to stem the embarrassing whine that threatened to escape. She tutted and swatted his arse, only hard enough to startle rather than hurt. “None of that, let me hear you.”
Regulus’s voice was wrecked when he said, “yes, ma’am.”
“Stay,” she said, and he watched her though the mirror as she stepped back, making her way towards the bed, hunkering down to search for something under it. He shut his eyes as he realised exactly how this evening was going to go.
The plug was simple. Black silicone, unadorned and practical, big enough to feel, small enough to wear for hours. They didn’t use it often, but it pleased Lily immeasurably when they did, and there was very little he wouldn’t do to please her.
1he set it on the dresser so he could see it properly, body pressing up behind him again, thumb moving back down to circle his rim where it was still relaxed and open for her. “Just imagine James’s face when he finds it,” she murmured, “when he realises you wore it through dinner for him.”
Regulus’s fingers curled into the wood, and he clenched around the tip of her thumb, still moving in maddening little passes just inside him. He moaned, low and involuntary.
“Yes?” Lily checked, lifting the silicone and twisting it in her fingers.
“Yes,” he replied, shifting his feet slightly further apart as she moved both hands behind him.
“Good boy.” She removed her thumb, and settled the hard ridge of lubed silicone against him, not breaching yet. “Arch your back for me.”
Regulus did, presenting his arse to her with little thought for how obscene it probably made him look. It rubbed his cock against the lacquered finish of the dresser, and he tried to hang his head, but Lily’s hand slid into his hair, pulling his head up. “Watch yourself,” she ordered, and his eyes automatically found themselves in the mirror.
He should probably feel ashamed. Colour sat high on his neck, peeking out of the collar of his shirt, his eyes blown black, mouth open and wet. Her eyes were on him as well, he could feel the heat of them like a physical touch. Lily knew he hated looking at himself when he was this undone. It was part of why she made him do it.
The pressure against the plug increased, still not enough to breach, but enough for him to feel it. “You’re going to go to dinner with this,” she said, almost conversationally if not for the little bit of breathlessness that betrayed that she wasn’t completely unaffected. “You’re going to act like nothing is wrong, and if James asks, you’re going to tell him you’re fine.”
Finally, she pushed hard enough that the plug started to slide into him, unbearably slowly. His mouth fell open further with a strangled gasp. She smiled, cruel and kind all at once. It was the kind of smile that made sailors crash into rocks and desperate men sign their souls away.
“Between main and dessert, while I’m choosing another bottle of wine, you’re going to go to the bathroom, and I’m going to send James after you.” The widest part of the plug pressed against him, and she eased it back slightly again. He whined, trying to push back against it, but her other hand settled firm on his lower back with a tut.
“Take what I give you,” she admonished.
“Sorry, ma’am.” Though he didn’t sound overly apologetic.
She pushed then, until the widest part stretched his rim, and kept it there. He would not admit to the noise that tore out of him in front of a firing squad.
“You’re going to let Jamie fuck you,” Lily continued, voice mild again, idly twisting the plug as Regulus shook. “He’s going to come in you, and then-” with the heel of her hand, she sank the plug home “-you’re going to put this right back in.”
His knees nearly buckled as he choked on air. She ran her finger around where it disappeared into him. “Good,” she praised, “you took that well for me.”
Lily met his eyes in the mirror. There were times when she looked at him and he didn’t question if she loved him, he knew, right now, that the words she said daily weren’t empty.
“I want to find him in you later,” she said, her front properly draping over him now, green silk and satin skin covering him completely. There was something darker than her usual floral perfume curling from where she’d spritzed it on her neck and wrists, smoke and spice and sex. Her fingers still played with the plug, sending little shockwaves of sensation through him.
She seized the base and rocked it hard, directly against his prostate. A line of heat shot up his spine, pleasure clouding any reasonable thinking. He gasped, his arms going out from under him, the only thing keeping him standing was her pressing him into the dresser. “You do not have permission to come,” she said, harsh and commanding, “that will be with me, when we’re home. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes, ma’am,” he panted, though less kind descriptors could call it a sob.
“Full sentences, pet,” she teased, not letting go of the angle.
Tears sprung to his eyes, he pressed his forehead against the wood. “I understand, ma’am.”
She let go of the base, and the plug settled more comfortably inside him. “Good boy,” she praised, kissing the side of his neck, and stepping away from him. “Now get dressed, we’ll be late.”
The restaurant was fancy, with low lighting Regulus was very glad of for nothing but to hide that his cock wouldn’t settle any more than half. It had two Michelin stars and a two month waiting list Regulus had bypassed through a contact of a contact of a contact.
James met them outside, and it was a credit to Regulus that he didn’t immediately notice something was up. The plug shifted every time he moved - though never, thankfully, against his prostate - and though it felt like every eye was on him, could see the depravity of what he was doing, he knew his poker face was excellent. All three of them were attractive in their own right, and it was especially when they were together that they truly turned heads.
“I’m bloody starving,” James complained as they were sat. “This better not be one of those small portion places.”
It was then that James clocked something going on. Regulus sat carefully, almost gingerly, and the plug pushed further inside him, making him stifle a gasp.
“You okay, love?” he asked, and Regulus swallowed, nodding a little too quickly.
“I’m fine,” he lied, and Lily hid her smile by pretending to neaten her lipstick. James didn’t look convinced, but dropped it. Rarely did pushing Regulus for an answer get the result you wanted, a fact James and Lily had learned to their marrow over years of marriage.
The starter was bearable, but there was something twisted in the way that Lily kept running her foot up and down his calf. It was something she did all the time, it should have been familiar, grounding, but combined with her gaze settling hot over him any time his breath caught when he shifted, it was maddening.
Sitting through the main course was worse. It might have been easier had James or Lily been any less attractive, but as it was, Regulus was sat with two of the most beautiful people in the world with a plug reminding him of what was planned. James remained completely unaware, chatting animatedly about work, and sports, and whether Lily liked the book she was reading. Regulus could barely follow, and he was glad to set down his cutlery and announce he needed to use the bathroom.
Lily looked coyly up at him through her lashes as he stood, catching the fluttering of his eyes as the plug moved again, settling at a new angle. “Don’t be too long,” she teased, and he narrowed his eyes at her.
The bathroom was, thankfully, a single room rather than multiple cubicles. He locked the door behind him and leaned back against it to wait, trying to think of anything other than how desperately he wanted to come.
The knock came not three minutes later. “Reg?” James called. “Are you okay?”
Regulus pulled James into the room by the knot of his tie, closing and locking the door again behind him.
James laughed. “Alright, alright. What’s up with you, love?”
Instead of answering, Regulus kissed him, desperate and lacking any of the finesse he swore he usually had. James kissed back as though he hadn’t just cleared two courses, backing him up against the wall.
“Nothing’s up with me,” Regulus said, taking James’s hand where it was settled on his lower back and dragged it down, down, until it sat above the plug, then pressed until James would undeniably feel the hardness of it through his trousers. “Up me, though, is a different question.”
There’s a split second of confusion before realisation broke across James’s face, eyes blowing black. “Oh, fuck,” he swore, mapping out the base of the plug with his fingers. “You’re going to kill me.”
“I’m just the accessory,” Regulus murmured against his lips, wrapping a hand around his neck. “You can thank Lily.”
James pushed against the base, smiling when it drew a gasp from Regulus. “All wrapped up in a pretty bow for me, hm?”
Regulus groaned. “She wants something in exchange.”
“Oh?” James started to loosen their belts, already knowing where they were going. “I swear I’m always stuck in the middle of these games of yours.”
“Just… leave her something,” Regulus said, and James was the one groaning now. James got both Regulus’s trousers and boxers halfway down his thighs before fumbling for his own button and zipper.
James bent to get a hand around the back of Regulus’s knee, wrestling his trousers the rest of the way off one leg so he could hook it over his waist. It opened him without necessitating both of Regulus’s feet coming off the ground. Surprisingly kind fingers pull at the plug, meeting momentary resistance before it slid free. Regulus bit his lips together, letting his head fall back against the wall as he clenched around the sudden emptiness.
“Hold it for me, love,” James muttered, handing the little piece of black silicone to him. It felt smaller in his hand than it felt in his arse. Regulus felt the head of his cock line up against him, and James searched his face. “Ready?”
“Please,” Regulus whispered, and had to slap a hand over his mouth as James started to push into him. Usually a move like that would get him told off - “want to hear you, Reg” - but with only a thin door between them and the rest of the restaurant, James let him have it.
It wasn’t gentle, both aware that it was only a matter of time before any of the other restaurant patrons needed the bathroom, but Regulus still felt - as he always did when James fucked him - ridiculously loved.
He was teetering dangerously close already, the build devastatingly good. Out of habit, James angled his hips perfectly, and Regulus’s eyes rolled before the panic hit him. He could feel the tip, wobbling on the edge more than his pride wanted to admit. His hand flew from his mouth to James’s shoulder.
“Yellow,” he gasped, “yellow.”
James stilled, pulling himself away to see Regulus’s face. “Talk to me.”
Now that they weren’t moving, Regulus became aware that he was shaking. “I’m not allowed to come,” he whispered, and James’s eyes widened slightly. “Please don’t make me come.”
James ran his thumb against the side of his knee. “Okay, love. You’re okay, breathe.” Regulus obeyed, dragging in a breath as he came off the edge. James leaned in to put their foreheads together. “Good.”
When James started to move again, he shifted his angle away from the one that lit his spine on fire. It was still agony but bearable now. Regulus put his hand back over his mouth, biting at the flesh of his palm to counterpoint the pleasure and stop him tipping over.
“She’s cruel, your ma’am,” James pants, adjusting his grip on Regulus so he could trust harder, deeper, all the ways Regulus loved to fall apart on but couldn’t. Regulus’s other hand fisted in James’s shirt, like holding on to him might help him hold on to his sanity.
When James came, buried as far as he could manage, it was with a low moan of his name, and Regulus let out a sob as he felt the warmth of his release inside him. They breathed together, shaky and wrecked, until James shifted and pried the plug out of Regulus’s fist. He’d forgotten he’d been holding it.
James pulled out of him, and immediately pressed the plug back into him in a single, sure push that made Regulus whimper.
“Hey,” James said immediately. He leaned over to the sink to wipe his hands on a paper towel, then cupped Regulus’s face. “You’re doing so well for her.”
Regulus hadn’t realised he was crying until James wiped the tears away. Little tremors climbed his body, the effort of holding almost too much. James leaned in a kissed is forehead, hands moving to rub firm and slow up and down his arms.. “You’re in control of this, Reg,” he said against his skin. “If it’s too much, one word and I can make you come now. Lily will still be delighted you made it this far.”
Strangely, it was the reminder that he could end the game here that made him not want to. “I’m okay,” Regulus promised, and James smiled, kissing him properly, though oddly chaste for their state of undress.
When they returned to the table, Lily was finishing her wine. The combination of James’s come and Lily’s plug inside him kept him much closer to the edge than before, the idea of it, that he was carrying a part of them without anyone else knowing, made him feel filthy, and used, and *theirs*. It should have made him feel trapped, instead he felt held.
James leaned over to Lily, likely letting her know about his ‘yellow’, and her eyes flashed to him, assessing and caring. She moved so she could put her mouth next to his ear, hand laying over his thigh, just low enough to be appropriate in public.
“Well done,” she whispered, squeezing his thigh in a way that made him feel kept. “You’re being so good.”
Regulus had to bite the inside of his cheek, warmth crawling up his neck.
“James,” she spoke louder, batting her eyelashes, “could you pay the bill? I think we should get him back, he’s looking a little… flush.”
“No dessert?” James asked, smirk playing on the corner of his mouth.
Lily dragged her fingers up the inside of Regulus’s thigh and breezily said, “Oh I’m sure we’ll find something at home.”
They were barely in the door when Lily rounded on him. “Show me,” she demanded.
Regulus didn’t think it was possible to heat any further, but under both of their eyes, striking green and comforting brown, back braced against their front door, he felt himself start to sweat. With shaking hands - a novelty Lily took in with careful glee - he unbuckled his belt, toed off his shoes, and pushed his trousers and boxers down together until he could step out of them. The immediate relief when his cock was no longer confined was immediate, and he nearly forgot what he was doing, then met Lily’s eye again.
“Go on,” she said. “Turn.”
Years ago, having anyone blindly at his back would have been enough for him to call a stop, but now, he shuddered and obeyed. Regulus braced his hands against the wood of the door, and bent slightly so she could see what she was looking for.
There was silence for long enough to make him squirm, then Lily’s hand smoothed over his arse, thumb brushing over the plug to make him jolt. “Gorgeous,” she whispered. “You’re trembling, pet.”
“You’ve edged me for hours,” Regulus fired back.
Lily laughed, bright and quick. “Oh, this is hardly edging and you know it. Don’t give me ideas.” Finally, she caught the base of the plug between two fingers and tugged, but stopped when she met the resistance. “Relax, Reg, don’t want to hurt you.”
It took conscious effort to bear down, and he moaned as the plug eased free, high and ridiculous and utterly worn out. “Please,” he begged. “Please, ma’am.”
Lily’s fingers tugged at his rim and he felt, mortifyingly, James’s come sliding out of him. “You have been good,” she mused. “Was he good, James? He must’ve been, you flooded him.”
Regulus realised, with a twist of something beyond pleasure, that she had cupped her hand and was catching it. He dropped his head against the door with a groan.
“He’s always good, Lils,” James said, his voice breathless and closer than Regulus had expected it. He turned his head and could see him, but his eyes were glued to where Lily was gently holding him open. “Just pretends not to be.”
Lily hummed, then her fingers left his hole and her arms came around him, holding him up as steadily as the door in front of him. Her hand, covered in James’s come, wrapped around his cock, and his hips bucked, the noise out of him somewhere between a shout and a whine.
“That’s it, pet, you’ve been so good, holding it all in for me.” She began to stoke, speed and grip immediately perfection, the exact way she knew would get him off. “You can come now, let go for me.”
It didn’t take more than a few passes of her fist for his orgasm to take him. His hands curled against the wood, hips bucking unconsciously as the heat finally reached it’s fever pitch in his veins. His come mixed with James’s on Lily’s hand, and inevitably ended up on the door in front of him.
He gasped some garbled version of both of their names, and slumped forward, held up by only Lily’s arm around his waist. She slowed her hand, and removed it completely when the overstimulated shudders turned to flinch.
“Fuck,” James breathed, and Regulus helplessly started to laugh.
“You’re a monster,” he said to Lily, and she leaned a head on his shoulder to look at him.
“I know,” she sighed, in a dreamy, overexaggerated way. “I think you love me because of that, rather than in spite of.”
Regulus didn’t answer, too busy making sure his legs didn’t go from under him. He felt, as James’s hand reached out to cup the back of his head, like theirs, and there was no safer place in the world.