Work Text:
James' breathing is loud in the empty living room.
His eyes are restless, wandering from the front door to the floor, from the floor to the cuticles he's been biting throughout the day, and back to the door.
The unease makes him swallow hard, and he feels his adam's apple press against the adornment around his neck, the leather material heavier and warmer than James could have imagined.
He nervously shifts on the sofa, leaning back and stretching his legs, trying to release some of the tension that had been building up in his muscles over the hours. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, picking up his phone again to check for the hundredth time the message that remains there, burning on the device.
I'll arrive in an hour.
Several minutes had passed since the message had been sent, and this made James more apprehensive with each passing second, his stomach churning with mixed feelings. He adjusted his posture a few times upon hearing footsteps in the hallway, his eyes fixed on the door, only to be frustrated when another door, not theirs, opened.
He sighs in a mixture of relief and disappointment, pulling up the front of his shirt to cool off, even though the day wasn't that hot. The cycle of vicious behaviors to alleviate anxiety repeats itself a few more times, until his ears register the sound of heavy shoes approaching the door. His mind becomes static noise with the familiar recognition that is impossible for him not to acknowledge.
The footsteps draw closer and closer until they stop in front of the door. A few seconds pass before the doorknob is turned and the long-awaited figure enters the room.
James had already seen Regulus that morning while they were having coffee and getting ready. He had helped Regulus button his short-sleeved white shirt and put on his striped vest-style sweater while James brushed his teeth. James had sat on the floor to help him tie his high, chunky shoes and helped Regulus choose the hair clips that magnificently held strands of his curly hair.
He had waved goodbye to him at the door, exchanging already longing kisses and smiles of nervousness and excitement.
Even so, it was still a blow to James' sanity to see him again.
Regulus had this thing about seeming more handsome every time you looked at him. James didn't know how he did it, but now Regulus was undoubtedly radiant.
He enters the apartment silently, the only sounds being the jingle of keys and the movement of the bag and shopping bags he carries filling the space. He turns on his heels, closes the door, and walks slowly toward James with a wide smile on his face. His cheeks are flushed pink, and James deduces it's from the effort of climbing the flights of stairs. Regulus doesn't use elevators.
"Hi dear, how are you? Did you have a good day?"
James remained motionless, his gaze sweeping over his boyfriend's entire body, his skin prickling with a mixture of excitement and embarrassment.
The collar is getting heavier and heavier around his neck.
James swallowed hard and opened his mouth to reply, beginning to murmur a response before being abruptly cut off.
"Shhh, don't bark, okay? The neighbors will complain." Regulus scolds him in an almost whispered voice.
James' eyes widened in surprise, his mouth closing and his words swallowed. His cheeks burned from the reprimand and the way he was being treated.
Regulus walks over to the sofa, setting his bags aside on the floor before standing in front of James. He puts both hands on his hips and looks him up and down with an expression James knows well: the scolding look.
"What did we talk about getting on the couch, James? You're going to get my clothes covered in fur."
James opens his mouth before remembering that he shouldn't answer or bark. He keeps looking at Regulus, unsure what to do, until Regulus gives him a hand signal that unmistakably says 'get down from there' .
James places his hands on the upholstery and slides to the floor, bending his legs to sit on his heels. He does so with his gaze fixed on Regulus, who reciprocates by meticulously watching his every move.
Regulus smiles as James kneels at his feet, taking his place on the sofa and sitting down, with James now at his knee height.
“Thank you, darling.” Regulus' hands cupped James' face and caressed it, moving behind his ears and stroking his hair. James couldn’t help but melt at the caresses, his body already craving Regulus and shivering at the slightest touch.
"Did you behave while I was away? Were you a good boy?"
James' mind is racing, becoming confused between pleasure and embarrassment, without a clear definition.
He opens his eyes and looks at Regulus, without making an audible response but communicating as much as possible with his gaze. Regulus seems pleased and leans in to kiss the top of his head in smacking kisses.
James feels his bare knees pressed against the cold floor, the thick collar making its presence felt with every breath, and the subjugation of being prostrate at his boyfriend's feet.
James' head is filled with a single question: how did I end up here?
Actually, that was quite easy to answer. It had all started with another question.
"Is there something you enjoy that you've never mentioned to me?"
James looked up from his phone, where he was watching short videos of antique object restoration, and found Regulus already looking at him, lying face down on their bed where they were relaxing after lunch on a weekend.
James had frowned and thought for a moment before answering. "I don't know, like what, a band?"
Regulus laughed, resting his face in one hand. "No, silly, I mean something like... in bed."
"Oh."
James bites the corner of his lip and makes a thinking sound. "I don't know, I guess not. I think I'm a bit basic in this aspect." He replies with an clumsy laugh.
"Isn't there anything you'd be curious to try?" Regulus continued casually, but with his eagle eyes fixed on him.
James opens his mouth and hesitates, then closes it again.
Regulus obviously notices.
"I don't know." James murmurs softly, uncertainty in his tone.
"Some fantasy, some pretense..."
James laughed awkwardly and ran his hands through his hair, looking away. "I can't think of anything right now."
Regulus analyzes it for a few seconds, not in an intimidating way but carefully, like someone mapping the details of something that interests them greatly.
“Seriously? You have such a pleading look on your face.” Regulus says in a low, melodious voice. “Those eyes of yours… Almost like puppy eyes.”
James' smile fades. His mouth hangs open and dry. No sound comes out.
Regulus grins slightly.
After that, the subtle hints began. Regulus saying he was going to put James on a leash. Asking for licks. Calling James' toast his "treats."
James always lost his train of thought, forgot words, blushed, and stammered embarrassingly.
He imagines that Regulus declared the matter closed the moment he was fucking him, and James came the second Regulus called him "Good boy." James collapsed on top of him and it took him a few seconds to recover. When he rose from where he was hiding in Regulus' neck, Regulus had a wide smile and a look that gleamed with machiavellian malice.
Even amidst the orgasmic haze, with his thoughts in slow motion, James knew he had been caught.
Which led to today, with a box resting on their bed. On top of it, a short note:
For my James.
Wear it.
And so James ended up with a leather collar bearing his boyfriend's initials around his neck and an scratch on his ear.
Regulus huffs slightly and steps back a little to begin taking off his shoes, until he's left in just his socks,
“Today was a drag at work. I spent the day exchanging emails with that author who pays me to edit her book but won’t listen to me when I say there are too many sex scenes.” Regulus complains in his usual way, as the two normally do when they get home from work and prepare dinner together. James complains about customers who come to his restaurant to order the finest examples of classic cuisine and then leave saying they “weren’t surprised,” and Regulus complains about self-proclaimed science fiction authors who think they are the geniuses of their generation and that their book is the next contemporary classic.
Regulus leans against the back of the sofa, running his hands through his hair. "She doesn't understand that some of her quickies are lasting too many pages." He continues his lament as he removes the hair clips from his hair.
James stifles a laugh, and the comforting comments he usually makes run through his mind, but remain unspoken. He resigns himself to resting the side of his face against his boyfriend's knee, gazing at him affectionately.
Regulus returns one hand to James' hair in a caress, sliding down his ear and cheek until it stops at the collar.
“Did you see the new collar I bought for you?” He says, almost shyly, his thumb sliding along the edges. “I had it custom-made. I hope you like it.”
James couldn't help but nod in agreement, a sign of the great excitement he felt.
Regulus extends his index finger and James feels him tracing his own initials, the R.A.B made of metal, his clear eyes somewhat clouded as he does so.
“You look so handsome in it. It makes me want to take you for a walk, so others can see you wearing it.” He declares in a whispered voice, as if it were a secret between the two of them. “Then I wouldn’t have to keep telling that you are taken.”
James feels his cheeks grow hot and a series of thoughts run through his mind. The idea of having Regulus not just as a boyfriend, but as his owner. Of walking around with his name emblazoned and that a single glance would be enough for anyone to know he belongs to someone. If they found a more subtle way, like a necklace, James wouldn't object at all. Or a tattoo, perhaps.
He makes a low sound, something close to a grumble, and rubs his face against Regulus' hand, running his chin along his knuckles. Regulus opens his palm and James rests his face there, sniffing and brushing his lips before placing it against his cheek.
James looks up at his owner again, his eyelashes fluttering in his direction. He notices that Regulus' cheeks still have that flushed tinge and he lightly bites his lower lip.
"I'm glad you liked it, I chose it specially for you."
James almost lets out a real whimper when Regulus pulls away, the warmth of his skin leaving James as he leans over to the forgotten bags on the edge of the sofa.
"Just like the snacks I bought." Regulus says excitedly, searching for something inside the bags.
He pulls out a plastic package, tearing the seal and opening it. The fresh, sweet smell travels to James, and he recognizes it as the strawberries they usually buy, which come already washed.
"I know they're your favorites, so I decided to stop by the market today."
James feels an excitement that is partly actuated and partly real, and he places his palms on the ground, getting on all fours to relieve the weight from his heels.
He looks expectantly at Regulus, who takes one of the strawberries out of the box and holds it between his fingers.
"Do you want one?"
James doesn't nod this time, but moves closer, lifting his face towards his hand.
"Treats are rewards, you have to do something to earn them."
James' attention returns to Regulus' face, which has determined and sharp eyes. James internally reprimands himself for not having seen this coming.
Regulus holds the strawberry in one hand, the other resting open on his knee. His expression is serious, but his tone has a hint of malice that James is trained to hear.
"Give me your paw, James."
James needs to control his expression, but he knows his eyes are gleaming with 'you little shit'. He holds Regulus' gaze for a few seconds before slowly raising one hand to place it on his owner's.
When he does, Regulus breaks into a wide, amused grin, running his thumb over his knuckles.
"Very good." He praises and brings the strawberry to James' lips, who opens his mouth to receive it.
James chews slowly, savoring the sweet and slightly sour taste in the center. He licks his lips and pulls his paw back , placing his hand on the ground again.
His knees are already starting to ache from the direct contact with the hard floor, but he knows that getting up isn't an option, so he prefers to bury the discomfort in the back of his mind.
James watches Regulus take another strawberry from the box and offer it to him.
"Want another one?" Regulus asks with barely disguised excitement.
James raises an eyebrow, preferring not to show enthusiasm and instead waiting for the next command.
"Lie down."
James takes a deep breath, feeling something like shame weigh on his stomach. He looks down, as if trying to decide whether to obey the order or not, even though deep down the decision had already been made before he knew what Regulus would ask.
Something in the owner's tone, firm yet sweet, compelled James. How could he even think of rejecting the treats Regulus had bought for him with such care? The thought of making him sad broke James' heart.
His head is down, his gaze fixed on the ground, his glasses sliding down his nose. James makes a little space and bends his arms, lowering himself close to the ground. He also bends his legs, which press against his torso. It's not literally lying down, but he hopes it will be enough for Regulus. In the seconds he spends crouched down, he closes his eyes tightly, trying to reorganize the conflicting noise within his own mind.
James admits that he feels ridiculous. Ridiculous and ridiculed. And that feeling is what makes his cock shamefully twitch inside his pants.
"Good job, dear."
The complimentary voice rouses him from his spiral, and James straightens his torso, returning to his heels to rest his arms.
He readily accepts the strawberry that is placed in his mouth and the caress that Regulus gives to his hair.
James chews slowly, savoring the reward and experimenting with analyzing his owner.
Regulus never took his eyes off him, seemingly following his every step and expression, which made James feel both intimidated and amused at the same time.
He scans the face, which remains rosy, the hair, no longer so perfectly styled, and down the chest to the fingertips of a hand whose tips are lightly stained red by the fruit juice. James observes everything carefully, with the precision of someone looking at a famous work of art, knowing all the elements present in it but still searching for hidden secrets, and James sees everything that is hidden in Regulus.
And that's why he notices the signs of arousal.
The flushed cheeks even at rest, his eyes slightly hooded, blinking slowly in his direction, his chest rising and falling at a faster pace than necessary. The tension in his legs, especially in his thighs which pressed together, and his toes which occasionally curled inside his socks.
Regulus was turned about the situation.
James couldn't pinpoint the reason. Whether it was the submission, control, humiliation, or adoration. Whether it was because he was in charge of James or because he had him at his feet.
Honestly, James didn't need to think much to conclude that it didn't matter to him. Behind the fog of embarrassment, he also felt adored.
“Now let’s do something different,” Regulus says, his voice a little hoarse. “Would you prefer a snack,” He picks up another strawberry between his fingers. “Or a kiss?”
James straightens up immediately, leaning forward. He doesn't look at the strawberry, concentrating instead on Regulus and letting out a sound very much like a whine.
Regulus grins slightly and picks up the fruit. "Do you love your owner so much that you'd give up a treat?" He says in an impressed voice.
James doesn't change his posture, his face turned towards Regulus'.
Regulus raises his empty hand and cradles his face, leaning in, and James licks his lips in anticipation.
Then Regulus tilts James' head down and leaves a loud kiss on the top of his head.
He walks away with a smiling expression, while James' falls to an exaggeratedly frustrated one.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Regulus asks, laughing, bringing the strawberry he was holding to his mouth.
He bites off a piece and chews, the fruit juice coloring his lips. James loses focus for a moment but quickly returns to his pleading expression.
Regulus finishes eating the strawberry and picks up another.
"Okay, let's try again. Would you prefer a snack or a kiss?"
James maintains his position, his eyebrows furrowed in Regulus' direction, his eyes surely betraying a desire that would make his legs tremble if they weren't pressed against the ground.
Regulus cups his face and moves closer again, this time going towards his face. James follows the movements with his eyes and sees the moment when Regulus makes an exaggerated pout and plants a kiss on the tip of his nose.
James was alert this time, and before Regulus could move away, he stuck his tongue out, licking a line that ran along part of Regulus' cheek and the corner of his mouth.
Regulus recoils in fright and looks at him indignantly, before bursting into laughter.
"You cheeky puppy!" He accuses amidst a gleeful laugh that sends electric currents throughout James' body.
James stifles his own laughter and makes an angelic expression, batting his eyelashes at his boyfriend. He tilts his head to the side, making a sound that was a downward a grumble.
He sees that Regulus seems to be thinking about something, a few lines of expression appearing on his forehead. He slowly moves closer again, sliding on the sofa to get closer, whispering against James' face.
"Okay, since you want it so much."
Regulus brings his thumb to James' cheek, caressing it and then moving to his lips, which he traces delicately. He bends down to reach James' height, who rises higher and higher to meet him halfway.
Their breaths mingle before their lips touch, and in that moment James is so happy with his owner's generosity.
It begins with a long kiss, their chests filling with air. The lips are familiar and always so inviting.
Regulus leaves long, wet kisses on James' lips, which part in search of more. When he pulls away slightly, James lets out a sad whimper, his lips curling in displeasure.
He feels Regulus' hand slide down the collar, following his neck until it reaches the nape of his neck, where he sinks his fingers into James' curls and holds on firmly.
James opens his eyes briefly, feeling his neck begin to protest the position, but without the desire or intention to question it. His mouth is loose and ready to ask, even if it's with incomprehensible moans.
This is unnecessary since Regulus is diving towards his mouth the next moment.
The heat is startling for James, as is the sweet, intimate taste he knew like the back of his hand. Regulus' tongue takes over his mouth, in a hungry search that contradicted his reserved and controlled demeanor.
James groaned without a shred of shame, letting himself be led as his partner wished. He felt completely at Regulus' mercy, placed in his hands, and that was exactly where he wanted to be.
Regulus moved his lips intensely and deliberately, sucking on James' lips and then sliding his tongue along them.
James could occasionally detect Regulus murmuring against his own mouth, which made him tremble. He followed the other's movements, lunging at him whenever Regulus made the slightest move to pull away.
Regulus' other hand finds his jaw, his damp fingers pressing against both cheeks as he continues to hold him by the hair, keeping James in place.
James felt trapped, his movements mostly restricted by his owner. He felt used, devoured, consumed. Chewed to the last morsel and sucked dry.
He takes advantage of the brief moments when their lips part to catch all the breath Regulus has taken from him. They both gasp almost in sync, but without slowing down.
James slid and swirled his tongue in Regulus' mouth, distracted by the resounding clicks, acting instinctively to keep getting more than he wanted. His teeth occasionally closed delicately against Regulus' lower lip, a subtle provocation.
Regulus pulls away slightly, his forehead pressed against James', who is breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling noticeably.
James feels the tip of Regulus' tongue slide vertically across his lips, making them even wetter with saliva than they already were. James smiles, weakly and deliriously, and feels Regulus' hands loosen their grip on him.
James almost collapses, like a puppet with its strings cut. He relaxes on his legs, feeling a delicious relaxation spread throughout his body, making it tingle.
When he opens his eyes, a little dizzy, he sees Regulus sprawled against the sofa, his breathing also audible and his mouth open.
His hair is messy and his lips are red and glossy. His eyes are closed and he's breathing deeply, as if trying to regain his composure.
Regulus seems equally agitated, and James feels his pride throbbing in his chest.
Regulus opens his eyes and blinks slowly, his expression a little drunk and devoid of composure. He looks at James and says nothing. Nor would he need to.
James smiles at him, almost shyly, and rests his chin on Regulus' knee, rubbing his cheeks in a mutual caress.
James discovers that being at Regulus' feet is as degrading as it is gratifying. To be able to brush against him, to look at him like that, from below. He might be nothing more than a needy little puppy, but he was his little puppy. And there was nothing better in the world than being his.
He sees Regulus return to the box with the strawberries, pick one up, bring it to his mouth, and bite off a piece. He licks his stained lips and takes the other half of the fruit to James.
"For being a good boy."
James accepts, his stomach churning with happiness. He chews and swallows, watching Regulus lower his hand until it rests on his own leg. He notices the pale, pinkish fingerprints and the tiny droplets of juice present beneath his finger.
Without much thought, James rises to his knees, bringing his mouth close to Regulus' hand. He sticks his tongue out and licks Regulus' fingers with small licks.
Regulus raises his hand, keeping it still while James works on them, placing his index and middle fingers partially in his mouth and sucking on them. Regulus forces the digits inward, pressing them against James' tongue, who deliberately raises his gaze to him, his large, pleading, innocent eyes.
Regulus' expression is fixed on him, his eyes glued to James' mouth, who swirls his tongue between his fingers and sucks with more fervor than is necessary just to clean them.
Regulus wiggles his fingers in and out a few times before pulling them out completely.
"Let's save the rest for later, okay?" He says, closing the box of treats and putting it back in the bag.
He settles himself on the sofa, bending one leg and sitting on it, leaning back with his head tilted slightly to the side.
James returns to his position with his head resting on his knee, and Regulus resumes stroking his hair in a lazy, tranquil caress, which makes James close his eyes and sigh in relaxation in the other's company.
“Can I confess something?” Regulus says softly after a while. “I miss you so much during the day.”
James looks up, still leaning against him. Regulus' gaze is distant, not directed at him.
"Everything I do, I keep thinking that it would be a thousand times better to be with you. Even if it was just to roll around in bed all day." He finishes with a laugh.
His eyes meet James', and James sees through them. He's aware that it's somewhat of an act, but there's also something true behind the words. He feels it in his heart.
"Do you miss me too, or are you relieved when I leave?" Regulus asks almost to himself, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.
James' expression drops dramatically, a gesture of boredom at the mere idea of Regulus even considering it.
He brushes his head against Regulus' hand, turning until his lips reach his wrist, which James kisses.
"Do you miss me too?"
James responds with a look of indiscreet adoration, fully lit up for Regulus. He kisses his skin reverently.
"You are the love of my life, you know?"
James feels a pleasant warmth from the words, which washes over his body like a warm bath. He would very much like to be able to say it back, but he needs to trust that Regulus knows he feels the same.
“Ugh. I can’t stand those eyes of yours.” Regulus complains with a feigned tone of irritation. His hand gently pats the empty spot on the sofa next to him twice. “Come on, get up here. Screw the clothes.”
James looks surprised, suppressing a smile at the offer of comfort. He places his hands on the sofa and climbs onto it, supporting himself on his knees.
“Lie on your back,” Regulus instructs, and James obeys, stretching his legs off the sofa and laying his head in his owner’s lap.
He lets out an audible sound of relief and gratitude, closing his eyes and relaxing against the soft upholstery. Regulus' hand affectionately returns to his hair, which must be completely messy and unruly, but James couldn't care less when his owner's fingers intertwine and pull so satisfyingly.
James opens his eyes for a moment and sees that Regulus is holding his cell phone, fiddling distractedly. His hand wanders over James' face, scratching his temples and sliding down his neck, which is encircled by dark leather.
Regulus' hands slid lazily across James' chest, moving down to his stomach, causing his shirt to ride up slightly and exposing some skin.
James has an easy smile on his lips, his mind is clear, and his tense body slowly relaxes. The caresses last for several minutes, James loses count of how many.
Regulus' cold fingers brush against the warm, slightly sweaty skin, tracing unrecognizable patterns in the sparse hairs that begin to emerge from the hem of his shorts.
James' mouth is slightly open, unable to suppress a sound as Regulus' hand slides further down, lightly brushing against the bulge in his pants. He keeps his eyes closed and bites his lip as the hand moves straight down, reaching his soft thighs and lingering there in random patterns.
James was not in his right mind, being dominated and caressed, completely at the mercy of the other's whims. He feels his mind empty, his body nothing more than an instrument in the hands of a master.
Regulus bumps against the painful bulge again, making James gasp, a shiver running down his spine, curling his toes.
The owner resumes petting him in the belly area, the rhythmic back-and-forth movements occasionally brushing against James' nipples, which were peeking out from under his t-shirt.
When Regulus lowers his hand again, it seems a little more intentional. A slow, light movement, almost imperceptible if James weren't hyper-attentive to every sensation. The tips of his fingers run subtly along James', back and forth, trailing through the folds of the fabric.
James can feel himself leaking even with the limited stimulation, his body giving way, losing what little control he still has left. His cock throbs with each weak touch, and when the fingers focus on the sensitive tip, James can't help but arch his back on the sofa.
He is becoming aware that he is writhing with increasing uncontrollability, one of his hands sliding down the side of his body until it grips the mattress upholstery.
When Regulus finally grasps him and squeezes him with his whole palm, James lets out an embarrassed groan, as if coming out of a trance, and opens his eyes, only to find Regulus' eyes fixed on him.
The owner's gaze is directed downwards, his irises gleaming with hunger as he remains mesmerized by James' face, who, embarrassed, closes his eyes again.
“Did our little game cheer you up, sweetie?” Regulus' voice has a humorous and demeaning tone, as if James were a tiny thing. “Was it the kisses or the belly rubs?”
James pressed his lips together in a thin line and swallowed a groan as Regulus squeezed him again, pressing his palm along its entire length, sliding it down.
James raises one arm and places it over his face, mostly covering his eyes. He feels his cheeks getting hot, the heat running down his neck to his chest and lower parts, his cock aching inside his shorts.
He hears Regulus make a disapproving sound and withdraw the hand that was bringing him relief. His arm is grabbed and lifted roughly.
“Don’t hide from me.” Regulus insists seriously, before grabbing his cock again through his clothes, making James gasp and writhe. “I have the right to see you.”
James opens his eyes automatically, somewhat reluctantly but compelled by the other's authority. His eyes meet those of his owner, whose expression shifts from an irritated frown to a lovely, gentle one, with the corners of his lips turned up.
“I like you like this, nice and obedient.” Regulus whispers, resuming the rhythmic movements of his hand, a slow and torturous back and forth motion that is making a mess of James' underwear.
He groans shrilly but maintains eye contact as much as possible, his chest rising and falling as pleasure becomes a constant noise in the back of his mind, growing with each passing second.
James tries not to struggle too much on the sofa, but his thighs contract and his back arches, the spark igniting inside him and threatening to consume him, the light touch becoming incredibly stimulating in the setting he was in.
James felt exhausted, closing his eyes tightly and turning his face to the side, his cheek pressed against Regulus' thigh and his nose brushing against the fabric of his pants, smelling the contaminating and characteristic scent that had ceased to be just Regulus' and had become both of theirs when they started living together.
Regulus interrupts the standardized movements, keeping only one finger in contact with the bulge. James feels a little jolted from his state, breathing deeply and calming down, until Regulus directs his finger to the tip of his cock, caressing it in circular motions.
James' body tenses again, feeling rigid as if it might break in two at any moment. He closes his mouth tightly, but strangled sounds can still be heard from deep in his throat.
The noisy mind gives way to a delicate and brilliant sound, Regulus' laughter resonating sweetly, filling James with excitement and embarrassment.
"What a needy boy."
James' eyes rolled back in their sockets and he struggled to keep from cumming in his pants, despite the intriguing thought occurring to him about the kind of humiliations his owner would inflict on him if he did.
Regulus stimulates him for a few more moments, gradually slowing the pace until it almost stops.
"James?"
James slowly regains his breath, opening his heavy eyes slowly at his name. There are points of light in his vision, and it takes a few seconds for his owner's face to fully focus.
"I think I have another treat for you, do you want it?"
James raises his eyebrows, taking a moment to process the words. Regulus removes James' hand and brings it to his own belt, beginning to unbuckle it.
James immediately stood up, kneeling on the sofa, almost losing his balance as he did so, his head spinning. He looked at Regulus with wide, expectant eyes, licking his lips, his mouth filling with saliva.
Regulus never stop trying to please him, James would never regret obeying him.
The owner has one corner of his mouth discreetly raised, unbuckling his belt and then unbuttoning his pants. James watches him intently, excitement coursing through his body like an electric current just thinking about him, and his smell, and his taste.
Regulus lifts his hips and pulls his pants down his legs, kicking the fabric away. He sits back down and James follows his hand with his eyes, tracing a path along his pale thighs to Regulus' salmon-colored boxer shorts, where he slides his skillful fingers toward his own intimacy.
Regulus lets out a groan of relief, relaxing on the sofa, his head thrown back. James feels on the verge of collapse, his mind screaming like a siren to have him soon, to be the reason for the groans.
Regulus tilts his head to the side, toward James, who remains seated motionless beside him. His owner's eyes are half-open and completely clouded as he studies James.
“You, like that…” Regulus says slyly, completely abandoning his dominant posture. “You’re driving me crazy, you know?”
James lets out a sob and finds himself almost on the verge of tears at the sight before him, defying all his self-control. He stares at Regulus and silently pleads, calling out to him in the only way he can.
He catches a glimpse of Regulus' hand moving inside his underwear, seeking his own relief, and it's almost a sin for James that he does it. Regulus shouldn't have any work, any effort other than ordering James around and being worshipped in whatever way he sees fit.
James can only think about licking his fingers. Again.
“Can you help me with this?” Regulus' voice is a brittle, tearful thread, his eyes shining in James' direction, who nods vehemently, not caring about being too explicit for the charade they were still performing.
Regulus knows he drives James crazy when he asks him to. Almost as crazy as when he orders him to.
Regulus pulls his hand out of his underwear, and James can't help but notice that it shines brighter in the light than the fingers of his other hand, which Regulus uses to grab one of the cushions and throw it on the floor in front of him, right between his legs.
Regulus turns his gaze to him, returning to his previous rigid expression but still with a touch of vulnerability, as if he too, little by little, was being undone like James.
"Sit down."
James is on the floor in the blink of an eye, his knees comfortably supported by the fluffy cushion and his nervous hands gripping the upholstery, eager to remove the piece of clothing that covered what James so desperately wanted to taste.
Regulus smiles at him, probably at James' efficiency in attending to him, and raises his hips again, his thumbs hooking into his underwear and sliding down his pale legs.
James watches the piece of clothing make its way to the floor, next to the pants, and mentally notes to pick up the clothes when they're finished, seeking to revel in the scent of the other's arousal, a way to prolong the moment they are experiencing.
James' attention drifts to the soft legs that spread toward him, drawing his face closer, letting his cheek rest on the bony knee before placing a kiss there. He already feels numb even before tasting it.
James ran his mouth over the warm, velvety skin, brushing his lips against it and feeling the few hairs that resided there, which bristled at his touch. He hungrily went to meet Regulus, and Regulus did the same, sliding across the sofa and opening his legs wider and wider.
He leaves small kisses, a trail of smacking sounds, before moving on to some open-mouthed kisses. James can't help but suck the meat into his mouth and trap it between his teeth. Regulus was too delicious to be tasted lightly, he needed to be properly bitten, savored, devoured and swallowed.
James looks up at Regulus, as he has done so many times today, and admires him for the thousandth time. Regulus has an adorable crease on his forehead, rosy cheeks, and a slight pout, as if he were impatient.
James leaves a damp trail as he approaches the core, glimpsing the dark fur that resided there, now disheveled and with a slight wet sheen. He drags his hands along Regulus' shins, moving upwards to separate his thighs, but doesn't quite manage to complete the act because he feels his hair being roughly grabbed.
“Take your paws off. I’ll guide you.” Regulus declares firmly, his face impassive, leaving James with no choice but to let his arms fall helplessly to his sides.
Regulus spreads his legs himself, granting James a wonderful view of his soaked pussy. His cock peeked out from between the folds, and James longed to have it in his mouth. He chased the impulse and tried to get closer, to have Regulus pressed against his face, but the grip didn't lessen, and James found himself trapped.
Regulus adjusts himself, sliding further forward and giving James an honorable view, exposing his absurdly wet entrance that made his entire cunt glisten.
With his other hand, Regulus hooks his index finger around James' collar and begins to pull him towards him, making him almost groan with relief, his lips at the level of Regulus' mons pubis. Regulus quickly pulls him closer, as if he only wanted a quick kiss, and James gives him one, his lips brushing against the skin for a fleeting moment.
James tries to go back and give him a long kiss, but he remains prevented and accepts the reality that it will happen in the owner's time and according to his will. Just like everything else, a small voice echoes in the back of his mind.
Regulus pulls him closer again, and James presses a kiss, his nose brushing against the fur, his senses overwhelmed by the delicious, musky scent that, on most days, was enough to make James hard just from smelling it. A faint memory of his taste lingers on James' lips, which he promptly licks.
Regulus guides him through a few more kisses, all short and not exactly where James would like his mouth to be. Regulus' cock is right below, begging to be sucked, and James wonders if he's allowed to stick his tongue out and try to reach it.
He raises a suffering, pleading look to Regulus, who watches him with his mouth hanging open. He spreads his legs wider and James trembles with excitement, the tension threatening to break him into pieces.
"Taste it, puppy."
The permission is a sigh of relief, and when the grip on James' hair loosens, he lunges toward Regulus like a drowning man trying to break through the weight of the water to reach the surface.
He licks a long strip, from the entrance to the shaft, moving his head from side to side to separate Regulus' folds and gain more access. James hears him hiss above him, the grip on his hair returning but not pushing him away. He imagines Regulus must be sensitive, so he moves delicately, even to avoid revealing everything right away. James also likes to tease Regulus, and at this moment, this is the only way he can.
He swirls his tongue over the cock and feels it throb, covering it with warm muscle and saliva. James hears Regulus begin to moan softly and restrainedly, and leaves noisy kisses on his folds.
Regulus lowers James' head further and presses his mouth against his own entrance, which James promptly begins to lick and savor as a sweet reward. James moans, muffled against the skin, the taste of Regulus invading James' palate and all his other senses, awakening a dormant hunger, a latent urgency for more.
He licks until it's clean of Regulus' arousal, only for Regulus to get wet again when James starts showering long, wet kisses all over his pussy. He grabs the sofa upholstery and holds on tightly, seeking an anchor to his owner's instructions and to resist the urge to grab Regulus' legs and hold him still while James eats him until one of them collapses.
He feels his lips sticky, and strands of saliva and lust hang between them every time he pulls away even slightly, only to plunge back in again, his tongue tracing every fold and valley.
Regulus lifts one leg and places it on the arm of the sofa, opening himself up to James as if placing himself on a platter and serving himself to him. He pulls James' hair, making his scalp tingle in a strangely pleasant way, and brings his other hand to James' face, removing his glasses and forgetting them beside Regulus on the sofa. James mentally thanks him for now being able to use his whole face against Regulus, to sink into him without anything hindering.
James watches Regulus use his free hand on his own body, moving it up his stomach to his chest, where he grips it tightly and massages it, as James often does. The owner guides, pressing James' lips against his pink, throbbing dick.
"Suck my cock, darling." Regulus commands, his voice breathless.
James immediately wrapped his lips around him, sucking gently but ensuring a certain intensity. He heard Regulus groan above him and knew his head was thrown back, his brow furrowed in a contorted expression. James knew him well enough to conjure those images effortlessly.
He feels Regulus move him by the hair, pushing it away and bringing it back in short movements, guiding James to pump his head and slide his lips along the bulge.
“Fuck. G-good job, love. You're doing so well.” Regulus says in a broken, drawn-out manner, his voice coming out with a slight wavering.
The praise fills James' chest and makes his cock throb. He glances at Regulus and realizes he has his attention on him, his clear, cloudy eyes supervising his work.
James maintains eye contact as he continues to pump his head, moaning indecently and longing for Regulus to feel the vibrations of his voice. He presses and rubs his tongue, teasing Regulus' cock inside his mouth.
Regulus' ruby lips are slightly parted, from which escape moans and gasps. His head hangs to the side as if his body were limp, boneless.
“I want you between my legs all day, every day.” Regulus continues babbling rhythmically, his eyes almost closed. “You know you were made for this, right?”
James grunts in agreement, his eyes rolling at the owner's statement. He controls his breathing through his nose so as not to run out of breath too soon and lowers his hands from the sofa to his thighs, squeezing so that his nails leave marks on the fabric of his shorts.
Regulus slides his hand close to the nape of James' neck, holding him firmly as he moves his hips towards him, rubbing his pussy against James' mouth, staining his lips and cheeks with his fluids.
James licks eagerly, sucking on its folds, the wet, smacking sounds filling the air, along with Regulus' choked moans.
"That's it, fuck, yeah. Holy fuck, James. James, James, James."
James' head spins as Regulus moans his name in a disoriented and increasingly loud voice, his fingers gripping James' hair tighter as James stimulates him relentlessly.
It's all wet and sloppy and saliva dripping from James' chin and sounds of mouths sucking skin mixed with moans and Regulus rubbing his dripping entrance on James' tongue and arching on the couch.
Regulus moans completely uninhibited and without any embarrassment, his tearful and whiny syllables filling the air. He exposes to James, without any shame or fear, all his satisfaction and appreciation for James' service. It hadn't always been like this, Regulus was quite reclusive at the beginning of their relationship, and having him like this, without any restraints and without hiding any part of himself, was one of the greatest rewards for James.
Regulus grabbed James' hair with both hands, stroking it erratically, which was probably making a mess of everything.
"I can't get enough of you. You're the best."
He trembles against James' face, who keeps his eyes closed, savoring everything with relish, filling his tongue and mouth with Regulus and everything he offers him.
James groans in surprise as he abruptly feels a touch on his neglected and aching cock. He opens his eyes and catches Regulus staring at him with a slightly evil grin.
James then realizes that Regulus has shifted the position of one of his legs, so one of them makes a path between James' legs, which are slightly apart on the cushion.
James gasped as Regulus moved his leg up, his shin pressing against James' balls and the base of his cock, the touch, forgotten for so long, making his whole body tremble.
James pursues the stimulus, spreading his legs wider and lowering his body, pressing himself against it. Regulus' smile widens, now utterly diabolical and drunk as well.
James sways his body slightly, the way he was leaning towards Regulus making his extension brush against the other's bare skin. He gasps and loses his rhythm a little, the sensations overwhelming.
A laugh fills the room, and James looks up at his owner, who murmurs in a voice that has cruelty mixed with humor.
"You're really desperate, aren't you?"
James doesn't respond at all, and Regulus raises his leg towards him again, almost causing James to lose his balance.
"Poor puppy." Regulus murmurs with a mocking pout, which makes James' stomach burn with embarrassment.
He picks up the pace again, lowering his eyes and licking long stretches of Regulus' soaked pussy.
"You can rub against me if you want, but don't finish, understand?" Regulus says sternly, relaxing back on the sofa and pressing James against him.
James knows he's about to climax, Regulus' chest rises and falls rapidly, his moans are urgent, his thighs are trembling, and he's becoming increasingly restless.
Not to mention that, apparently, seeing James in that state is doing a lot for him, judging by the owner's glazed look.
James does his best but unconsciously rocks back against Regulus' leg, seeking the slightest relief from the discomfort between his legs. He sucks Regulus' cock intensely, his cheeks creasing and his hips thrusting against his leg.
Regulus lets out a series of "Ah, ah, ah," his mouth moving as if to speak but seemingly having his thoughts interrupted by his actions.
"Y-you look so pathetic like that, f-fucking my leg." The words struggle to come out, and the tone is less sharp and more demonstrative of his current state.
James feels like laughing because Regulus looks completely broken and yet he's mocking James. And yes, maybe he's a little pathetic, but he knows Regulus wouldn't want it any other way.
When James makes back-and-forth movements with his tongue at Regulus' entrance, the teasing turns into incoherent murmurs of "yes, that's it, baby, I love you, you're the best". James is breathless and his jaw aches, as do his legs from the effort of pressing his cock hard enough to relieve the tension but not enough to make him come (which honestly surprises him that it hasn't happened yet).
Regulus' back arches and he calls out to James, his thighs closing around his head, stealing his breath for a few seconds. He comes on James' tongue, whimpering softly and rubbing his cock against James' lips.
Regulus' breathing is audible, and subsequently James' as well, when he pulls away slightly. Regulus descends from the climax spasming, his limbs falling limply onto the sofa as if he were melting. James' grip on the hair ceases, and he allows himself to relax as well, taking several deep breaths and closing his eyes tightly.
He rests his head on Regulus' thigh, his neck a little sore and his mind regaining its senses. He stares in amazement at Regulus' pussy, reddened from the friction of his mouth and dripping come and saliva onto the sofa. James smiles in awe.
They share moments of silence, the tension easing and leaving behind aching muscles. James feels Regulus' hand in his hair, this time tenderly, slowly scratching in a gentle caress.
James opens his eyes and sees Regulus looking at him, a tired smile on his face. He lifts his head from his thigh and Regulus moves towards him, pressing a long kiss to James' worn lips.
James melts into the kiss, letting out a groan of approval. Regulus cups his face and licks James' lips, moving to his cheeks and chin. He feels the warm texture against his skin and shivers, letting his generous owner clean up his mess.
Regulus licks up to his neck, veering away from the collar and returning to his mouth. His tongue invades James' mouth, claiming the space as his own in an awkward, uncoordinated kiss. Regulus is still breathless, so he licks James' mouth more than he kisses him. It's dirty and delicious, the taste of Regulus' saliva mixing with that of his own pussy, and James is in heaven.
They both breathed against each other's lips, sealing them lightly when they could. Their swollen, itchy lips didn't want to part. James took it all as a compliment and a reward, smiling foolishly.
“You were perfect. I love you so much.” Regulus says in a hoarse voice, releasing James and stepping back, adjusting his hair. “Now lie down.”
James takes a few seconds to process the command but obeys, placing his hands on the ground and lying on his back, his legs relieved by stretching the muscles.
He sees Regulus stand up, taking a few seconds to steady himself on his legs, which must have been a little shaky. Regulus kneels on the ground and crawls over to James.
"Now it's time for my reward." He says softly, his eyes gleaming with excitement that piques James' curiosity.
Regulus raises his hands to James' shorts, hooking his fingers on the waistband and pulling both pieces down in one movement, freeing his aching and wet cock.
James gasped, shifting his legs to free himself from his clothes and lifting his neck in time to see Regulus' hand reach for his cock, sliding his index finger along its entire length, causing intense shivers, and then closing his hand around it.
Regulus crawls back up and then swipes one of his thighs across James' body, straddling him. He places his hands on James' chest and leans down to grab the pillow, positioning it under James' head.
James looks at him expectantly, his hands restless on the floor beside his body, unsure of what he should do.
Regulus tilts his neck to look down where their bodies almost meet and reaches out to grab James' cock, guiding it to the entrance and beginning to slide it along.
James holds his breath, feeling almost agonizingly, the warmth and softness of Regulus embracing him, making him hiss with sensitivity. He searches for Regulus' gaze, but Regulus' eyes are closed, his lips parted in a silent moan, and his face contorted.
Regulus descends all the way down in a quick, impatient movement, his groan of relief synchronized with James', which is more choked up.
“Finally.” Regulus exclaimed in a breath, pressing his body down against James', who felt himself touching every point inside him.
Regulus smiles at him, and James would like to smile back, but his lower lip is tightly pressed between his teeth as he breathes heavily.
"Touch me, baby."
James obeys, and immediately his hands slip inside the white shirt, finding Regulus' waist, which fits perfectly between his fingers. He squeezes with unintentional force, especially when Regulus begins to slowly rise and fall in one swift motion, stealing all the air from James' lungs.
“Fuck, yeah.” Regulus gasped, picking up a rhythm, his curls swaying wildly. “I’ve been waiting for this all day.”
Me too, James wishes he could say.
Regulus rolls on top of him, his hips swaying and his hands gripping James' chest. He moves as if frantic and delirious. James thinks he will last two minutes. Three, if he's lucky.
Regulus' warmth makes him feel almost feverish, and he presses himself against him, their sweaty skin slapping together with loud noises. James murmurs pitifully, his whole body tensing.
“You look like you’re about to cry.” Regulus says, each word punctuated by the impact of his hips. “How cute.”
James stifled a series of throat-scratching moans, the growing ecstasy threatening to overflow. Regulus raised one hand until it fit around James' throat, pressing the leather of the collar against his skin, supporting himself there as he continued with the now faster and more chaotic movements.
James tightens his grip on his waist, holding on firmly as his hips involuntarily lift off the ground to meet Regulus. They stare deeply into each other's eyes, glazed and bewildered, yet communicating silently.
“Oh God. Y-you were so good to me today.” Regulus lowers his body further, his face closer to James', whispering the words in his direction. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
James gasped, sweat clinging to his hands and threatening to drip down his forehead. He throbbed as he pounded hard and repeatedly against Regulus, feeling the growing tug-of-war.
Regulus lowers his face until his lips touch James', but the abrupt movements prevent a kiss, so he speaks against James' mouth.
"You look beautiful under me. Make me want to ruin you."
James closes his eyes and stammers, unable to stop the groans that escape, a reflection of the out-of-mind state he was in.
"Moan for me, my love. But only my name."
"Fuck. Regulus, Regulus, Regulus, Reggie. Regulus."
James' eyes burn and his ears ring. Being able to call out to him brings some relief, but it's also invigorating to call out to his owner.
Regulus smiled contentedly, his face completely red and his breath short, expelling air from his lungs. His eyes rolled back and he whimpered, a broken sound that went straight to James' cock.
"Fuck me, puppy. Harder, deeper. Show me how much you love me."
James obeys the instruction, dragging his feet to plant his heels firmly on the ground and gain more stability to thrust against Regulus. He slams into him repeatedly, letting out guttural groans of pleasure and exertion in the process.
"Regulus. Regulus. Regulus!"
Regulus continues to wiggle and James is on the edge of the precipice, his pussy continuously squeezing him, swallowing his length and rubbing against James.
Regulus throws himself on top of him, burying his face in his neck and supporting himself with one hand on the ground. When he speaks, his voice is cut off and muffled, but James understands every word.
"Fill me up, puppy. I need it, darling. Cum for me." He cries in James' ear.
He wraps his arms around his waist and presses Regulus tightly against him while using his remaining adrenaline to fuck him fast and deep, the kind that leaves Regulus' mind blank and drool dripping from the corner of his lips.
The tension reaches its peak and finally breaks, shattering into thousands of pieces that leave James' vision white. The sensitivity is so intense it hurts, but it's accompanied by a terrifying relief that overwhelms all his senses. He climaxes intensely, a stunning orgasm that shakes James to his core and almost knocks him unconscious.
Regulus' body pressed against his, and he whispered things James couldn't make sense of at the moment. He thought he could feel Regulus' lips on his cheek, but he couldn't tell for sure with his whole body tingling.
He continues thrusting before his body is overcome by exhaustion, feeling the mess begin to drip where their bodies meet. The grip on Regulus' waist loosens and James begins to caress his back, satisfied to feel him tremble in his hands. A sign that Regulus had come again.
James' mind begins to piece itself back together, his muscles relaxing and melting away, as if forming a puddle on the floor.
He feels Regulus rise after a few minutes, though he doesn't know exactly how long. James' cock slips out of him, and Regulus leans his side on the ground, getting off James and lying down beside him. They both breathe in sync, their emotions calming down.
James tilts his heavy head to the side, finding Regulus with a tired smile. He smiles back, and the smile deepens into a hoarse laugh that fills the room of their house.
"Fuck." Regulus murmurs in a dreamy voice.
“Fuck.” James repeats, then presses his lips together tightly and widens his eyes. “Can I talk now?”
Regulus chuckled, reaching for his hand on the ground and intertwining their fingers.
"You can."
"Holy shit. Oh Lord. Wow. Fuck. Holy shit. Fuck."
Regulus laughs even louder, and James stares at him in complete adoration. He strains to lift his side, turning to get a better look at Regulus.
"How was it for you? Did you like it?" Regulus asks softly, his tone betraying his anticipation.
“Did I like it? It was incredible. It was everything I wanted and could never express.” James assures sincerely, with a radiant smile.
Regulus brings one hand to his face, his thumb dancing affectionately on James' cheek.
"I loved it too. I didn't think I'd like it this much, I thought it would be strange, and it was a little, but it was a lot of fun."
James nods in agreement, turning his face to kiss Regulus' palm. He can't resist leaning in and sealing his lips to his in a chaste and gentle way, pressing slowly.
“Thank you, darling. That was truly amazing.” James sighs, the tender feelings enveloping his body and enveloping his mind in a sweet, delicious haze.
"No need to thank me. I'm always open to hearing your ideas."
"And I'm also ready to hear yours. Next time it's your turn."
Regulus makes a sound as if he's thinking, looking away and biting the corner of his mouth.
"Do you already have something in mind?" James asks, curious, resting his elbow on the ground and his face in his hand.
Regulus gazes into the distance for a few moments, opening and closing his mouth several times before beginning.
"There's this movie that I like..."
This is going to be fun.
Regulus grabs his other hand and starts playing with James' fingers while chattering, lying on the cold floor of their room, still waking up from their stupor.
James is truly a very lucky puppy.