@jegulus-microfic august 20 — Birthmark — 1382words — nsfw — Hogwarts, no Voldi AU, but I’m aging them up to 18 and 19 because of the smut
“Show me,” James hisses heatedly against Regulus’ lips. Growls, when this one does nothing but chase this mouth, “Show me, Regulus.”
The other boy throws his head back against the locked Headboy dorm door and finally lifts his arms obediently for James to pull his jumper off.
What James, admittedly, hadn’t calculated into the whole obsessively-needing-to-find-out-about-the-true-shape-of-Regulus’-birthmark thing, was the whole lot of stretched out, perfect pale skin for him to manage on his path to victory.
His knees buckle at the sight of sharp collarbones and defined shoulder, lean muscle and rosy nipples. James can’t help the whine ripping from his throat before he dives forward to get his tongue on him.
So overwhelmed, barely knows where to start and almost loses sight from his actual goal when Regulus moans openly, bucking his hips forward into James’ as he sucks heavily at the hinge of his jaw.
Pulls Regulus readily into the motion, palms on the scorching skin of his waist when James is reminded what awaits him on the backside of Regulus torso.
The birthmark.
A conversation he’d half overheard, half spied on while on his way back to the castle from Quidditch practice last week.
“Mmh,” Pandora had chimed from where she was fiddling with a long curl of white-blonde hair, bent closely over Regulus exposed back from where his jumper was rucked up to his shoulder blades, “I still think it looks rather like a star…a shooting star.”
“No, I’m telling you,” Crouch’s voice, some shuffling, “It looks exactly like the branches of that one poisonous plant Slughorn made us write 8 fucking inches on last year in detention. Remember, Ev?”
“Eh,” Rosier makes a disagreeable noise, sentence muffled through his mouth full of candy, “I really don’t remember them being so spiky.”
And James is naturally curious and it’s Regulus so, obviously, he’s itching out of his skin. Teeth clean through a bottom lip sting, an never relenting itch and James is going to die if he doesn’t find out soon.
Preferable by himself and with his own eyes and hands. Maybe his tongue.
He spins them around, hiking Regulus thighs up and around his hips in one smooth motion and blindly stumbles over to his bed, continuing to bite at Regulus’ mouth.
They land on the mattress with a thump and James proceeds to manhandle Regulus up to the middle of it and crawl over him. He looks like pure sin, lips kiss bitten and face flushed, breathing heavily James can feel it against the lower half of his face.
What’s next is a haze of pulling at each other’s clothes and discarding the offending fabric carelessly. James is so busy sucking marks into Regulus previously unblemished skin that he doesn’t realize the hand Regulus is slyly working between then until he gropes James through his underwear, so unexpected and perfect pressure it’s making his voice catch on a high-pitched whine in response.
“Jamie,” Regulus urges and then he’s mumbling the lubrication spell and prodding a slick finger against Regulus’ entrance.
He’s mind-bendingly tight and when Regulus mewls, clenching around the first intrusion of knuckle, James can’t help but bend down and suck his stiff cock into his mouth as well.
Regulus keens and writhers and quakes against the sheets while James is thoroughly opening him up and even past Regulus second round of pleading and insisting he’s ready.
When all James does after Regulus leaves another litany of “Please, please, Jamie, I’m ready. Need- need you to fuck me. Please, Merlin, need you inside, feel so empty, I’m, aah—” is crook the tips of his fingers upwards, Regulus seemingly takes on a more devious path.
Fights to not let his eyes flutter closed and eyebrows knit in concentration and mixed with pleasure Regulus looks so fucking sexy right under him, James is distracted until suddenly Regulus is sucking his ring and middle finger into his mouth and lavishing his tongue around them sloppily. Slips them back out and dribbles some more spit onto them, just in case.
Blinks most of the glaze away and looks James right in the eyes, voice derailingly sweet, “Wasn’t there something you needed to find out, baby?”
James curses and then he’s slicking himself up with Regulus’ spit and lining himself up to push in.
Regulus is excruciatingly hot inside, wet and satiny-soft and then he’s bottoming out and Regulus all but snarls, biting into James’ neck like he can’t help himself.
James allows himself to find a rhythm, let Regulus get used to him around his length, moaning from the obscene mix of slapping skin and Regulus grunts and breathy moans.
And then he pulls out and grabs Regulus by the crooks of his knees before he can protest and flips.
It’s a glorious sight. Regulus propped up on his knees, ass up, puffy open hole clenching needily around nothing as Regulus whines into the sheets where his face is smushed into his forearms and pillow. Back long and slim, spine dotting little hills, the dimples above his tailbone and then—
The birthmark.
It’s a reddish tone, slightly raised and about as big as a paw of a cat.
Straight, jagged outlines almost and James sees clearly where Pandora thought of a shooting star as he mindlessly pushes back into Regulus ’ slick hole.
Puts one hand to the small of Regulus’ back, thumb from that position able to graze the edges of the wonderful mark, and wraps the fingers of his other over Regulus’ nape to hold him down while he picks up into a steady pace, angling his hips and trying for—
“Aah, fuck! Mmh, Jamie, please—”
He lets Regulus babble for another few moments, in which he relentlessly hits his prostate, letting him sink lower into his delirious pleasure, to give himself more time to think about what shape the mark takes on.
But James doesn’t get even a resemblance of an idea, not even a glimpse of a clear thought, digging his nails into the soft give of Regulus’ waist harshly until he spills another raspy groan that has James cock twitch inside.
Frustrated and then he nearly misses it over his heavy breathing and the blood rushing through his ears, “James, d’you wanna—”
Regulus cuts himself off with another moan as James pounds back in but James wants to know what he was gonna say so he abandons his hold and instead clenches his fist into the softest dark curls, slinks his free arm around Regulus’ middle and yanks.
“Ngh-Aah, Jamie—”
“Tell me,” James nearly doesn’t recognize his own voice from how wrecked it sounds. “C’mon, love.”
It comes out high and breathy, rushed, barely audible if James wasn’t right behind him, grinding and thrusting his hips persistently into Regulus wet heat, “Wanna know what I think the shape looks like?”
And, Godrick, who allowed his voice to sound like that.
“What is it, love? Share with me.”
And Regulus turns his head sluggishly, looking debauched and glassy eyed and ruined when he breathes, “Antlers.”
All James can do is moan brokenly and let his forehead fall onto Regulus’ shoulder as his hips stutter deep inside of him, spilling his release.
His hips jerk until he’s spent and Regulus is full, but he’s still painfully hard, bobbing against his stomach untouched and not having come yet.
And, really, if James doesn’t get to inspect the birthmark again, closely now, after that revelation he is going to implode.
So he carefully slips out of Regulus, murmurs soothing words while he nudges him to the side to have space to lay down and then pull him to sit over his mouth, facing away.
Wraps a hand around Regulus front to find his leaking cock and pumps him deftly while eating his own cum trickling out of Regulus’ ass and gazing up at the pale expanse of back above him.
Tilting his head just a bit, swiping his thumb over Regulus’ tip and squeezing lightly at the head and does that again, steady pulses until Regulus is shaking with it, right before he tenses and comes undone on James’ chest.
Kisses softly on the crease of Regulus’ thigh as he caresses a reverent touch over the red mark that does indeed resemble the Prongs he’s only all too familiar with.
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