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Saturdays are always jam-packed for James and Regulus. They wake up bright and early, securing coffee and pastries for breakfast to motivate themselves for the tasks set ahead of them. They clean up their home, stock up on groceries, start their laundry, and plan out meals for the week. With their chores for the day completed, they lay in bed to relax.

Regulus was tucked into his book, James’ head resting in his lap while he ran lazy fingers through his brown curls. James huffed out a dramatic sigh to signal he needed his partner’s undivided attention. Regulus placed his bookmark, setting the book on their nightstand with a laugh before leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on his forehead and continued playing with his hair. Rain began steadily tapping on their window; the sound, mixed with the scent of their cozy, spicy candle, coaxed them into a soft slumber.

James woke in a haze; he could feel gentle movement under the covers. He glanced toward the window, noting the sun had fully set, before lifting the duvet to investigate. He locked eyes with Regulus, pupils dilated, cheeks flushed, and his dark curls mussed.

“Hi, baby,” James whispered, brushing his hair out of his face, his voice still laced with the remnants of sleep. Regulus licked his lips at the sound, responding by gripping James’ thighs as if they were his lifeline. James reached out, rubbing his plump pink lips with his thumb.

Regulus looked James in the eye as he opened his mouth, licking at the offered thumb before taking it fully into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the soft thumb, whining around it.

“Jamie…”, eyes pleading, before slowly reaching into the band of James’ boxers. He could see his thick cock was hard and straining under the fabric. James helped Regulus pull his boxers off, the head of his cock already leaking.

With his cock removed from the confines of his underwear, Regulus lazily licked up the length. James hissed with anticipation, hands in Regulus’ hair, trying to meet his mouth. Regulus spit on his cock, spreading it sloppily with his hands before taking it straight down his throat. James muttered curses under his breath while Regulus worked him expertly.

Regulus was pumping and twisting him with one hand and eagerly sucking the head of his boyfriend’s perfect cock, thick spit everywhere. Regulus was tearing up from how hard he was fucking James’s cock into his mouth.

“Jamie, I need you in me. Now.”, he was breathing so hard; if he didn’t have him right now he might explode.

James pulled Reggie up to straddle him, “You can have whatever you want, baby. Come here.”

Regulus leaned in, licking and biting at the tendon on his neck like a man starved; he needed relief badly and started grinding down hard. Now James was just as desperate, feeling his boyfriend’s warm and wanting body. He rocked into Regulus, one hand firm on him, the other hand moving to his mouth to coat it with spit. Regulus joined him, licking at the fingers being prepared for him. James moved the hand away, offering his mouth for a kiss, all tongue and spit.

He tugged Regulus’ underwear down and started teasing his entrance. Regulus was pleading with James to fuck him already. He slowly pressed a finger in, groaning in delight at how tight he was.

“Jamie, more. Please, I need more, now”, Regulus gasped.

James added another finger; he wasn’t going to keep either of them waiting. As James was scissoring Regulus’ hole open, he felt his own cock being stroked and let out a moan. He lifted Regulus, quickly grabbing the lube from the nightstand, and began lining him up with his cock.

“Jamie, please, fill me u-”, cut off by the door being thrown open, he immediately looked to see who was interrupting.

“Hope you two are fucking. God knows I would love to see what you get into,” Barty announces before actually stepping in. His jaw dropped, “Bloody hell, I didn’t think you’d actually be fucking.” His eyes flickered between both men before continuing, “If you want to keep going, please don’t stop on account of me.” He stood in the doorway, toying with the piercing on his tongue, Evan standing behind him, peeking into the room with curious eyes. Regulus didn’t dare to get off of James; he was hoping to continue when Barty left.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”, he snarled.

“Hey, be glad it’s us. Your brother was offering to come, but I just had a feeling he might see something he’d want to forget. Anyway, you were supposed to meet us at the pub thirty minutes ago—it’s pool night. Honestly, did James already fuck you stupid? It was your idea to go out tonight.”, he rolled his eyes.

Regulus groaned in response, falling back into James’ neck. He lightly licked at the sensitive patch under his ear. James tried to maintain restraint and failed, letting out a quiet moan.

“We’ll just have to finish this later, before Sirius shows up too,” Regulus whispered before nibbling on his ear.

He scooted off of James and shot a look of annoyance at Barty. “Get out.” Regulus bit out, and Barty raised his hands in surrender with a smirk as he exited.

Regulus is going to kill Barty. Showing up because they were thirty minutes late? They would have arrived eventually, in much better spirits. Instead, Regulus found himself in some dingy dive with a vodka cran in hand. He dragged a seat over to the pool table the group was occupying, watching as James avidly explained the rules. Regulus was thankful that he already knew how to play, and could simply watch his partner bend over the table to show everyone the various ways they could handle the cue stick.

James walked to Regulus, “Will you break me?”, he asked with a devious smirk.

He responded with a playful eye roll, “I’ve been told I’m good at handling sticks, but I’m not so sure. Will you show me how you want it, Jamie?”, feigning innocence.

He pulled Regulus from the chair, “I’ll show you how to use it, come here.”

James had taken great care to show him the many ways he could hold the stick, stroking it the same way Regulus enjoys his cock being stroked.

After Regulus broke the set, he watched with lustful eyes. He had been properly edged and James was no doubt feeling the same. They were reduced to teasing each other all night.

Regulus would suck his straw while making eye contact with James and in return James would brush his hair out of his face, ending the motion with his hands propped behind his head.

Regulus spaced out; James was bent over right in front of him, making his next play. His face was flushed, but he could blame it on the alcohol if Barty tried to tease him. He looked back up and spotted Barty and Evan in the corner making out. Regulus wanted to interrupt out of spite, but before he had the chance he was distracted by fake gagging from Sirius.

“God, you make me sick. Why are you making my life hell, Prongs? You’re just arching in front of my brother. Please, take this somewhere in private!” Sirius begged, throwing a full-on tantrum, arms flailing and everything.

Barty pulled his tongue out of Evan’s throat just to stir the pot, “They might not be so disgusting if I hadn’t interrupted them earlier. Although I did offer them to continue so I could watch.”

Sirius rubbed his eyes with the heels of his palm, “Barty, you are truly no better than them. You were literally just trying to steal Evan’s tongue?”

Despite the fit he threw, Sirius started doing the same as James to no avail. Sirius gave up; he shot puppy eyes at Remus, “Pool is stupid. All our friends are grossing me out. I can’t take it, Moony. Let’s go dance.” Remus laughed as he was dragged by Sirius, no doubt understanding the hypocrisy because what was about to happen on the dance floor would not be any better than anyone else.

With his brother and Remus on the dance floor, Regulus wasted no time. He snagged James from the conversation he was having with Barty and Evan and hauled him to the bathroom. He didn’t miss the raised brows he received from the others when they were walking away. As soon as they stepped in, they were on each other as if they’d never been separated; James completely lost it.

In the stall, James started shedding Regulus’ clothes, “Fuck, I need you right now, baby. Please, tell me I can take you.”, he was already palming Regulus and sucking at his neck.

Regulus was in a horny daze and could only manage to nod his head; he needed James four hours ago and didn’t have the strength to play their game anymore.

James stuck his fingers into his boyfriend's mouth, gathering all the saliva he could. When he reached his tight hole, he found something cold and hard.

He groaned at the realization, “You’re perfect, fuck. Were you planning this all night?”, he asked as he started tugging on the plug inside of Regulus.

Regulus responded by pulling James’ boxers down and stroking his hard cock eagerly. They were making out with fervor, tongues clashing and teeth nipping at each other's lips.

James couldn’t take it any longer; he spun Regulus around and eased his cock into the warm wet hole he’d been dreaming of all night. He let out a frantic groan.

“You’re fucking filthy, do you know that?”, he whispered in his ear, thrusting slow and deep. “You sit there all night, sucking on your straw, rocking in your seat with this plug in that tight hole just for me.”, the pace became punishing, and Regulus couldn’t control his moans, trying to gain purchase on anything around him as he started to meet the strokes. James reached around, muffling the moans by shoving fingers into Regulus’ mouth, only for the fingers to be sucked, tongue swirling around them.

“You’d let me take you anywhere, wouldn’t you?”, Regulus could only moan and nod in response; he started to see stars, crying out.

He pulled the fingers out from his mouth, “Jamie, please. I’m gonna cum, please.”

James maintained his pace, lowering his hands to stroke his cock, while praising him for being such a good boy. Regulus came in thick, heavy spurts, crying in relief. With his orgasm passed, he started praising James, urging him to fill him up with his cum.

“Fuck, Jamie. You make me feel so good. Please, please fill me up. I want to feel you cum so badly.”

James's thrusts were becoming sloppy; reaching his peak, he wrapped an arm around Regulus' waist to still him, thrusting deep as he filled him with his cum.
James was still holding the plug and stuffed it back into Regulus where it belonged, “Hold on to that for me, will you?” Regulus shivered at the words, turning around to start dressing, only to watch as James licked up the cum from his hand earlier.

After taking some time for themselves, they stepped out and found Barty and Evan. Their eyes were black, irises swallowed by pupils, faces flushed, and their cocks straining in their pants. Regulus quirked an eyebrow, “And what are you two doing?”

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Barty was fuming; he was stuck in the pub with Sirius and Remus for thirty minutes before someone else mentioned Regulus and James’ absence.

Sirius was insisting he go, “It’s my brother and my best friend. It’s only right.”

Barty interrupted, stating the potential of the couple getting up to something downright sinful. Sirius had scrunched his nose in disgust and sent Barty and Evan on their way.

Barty and Evan were in an open relationship; they both wanted Regulus to be with them. For a time though, they might have a chance; Regulus was extremely flirtatious for a time, and suddenly the energy he was giving them had moved over to subtle interactions with James Potter.

At first, they were simple things: lingering touches, suggestive comments. Eventually, there was a major shift; not only was the sexual tension between them palpable, but there was a domestic air to them.

They would dote on each other, Regulus refilling his coffee cup, fixing his stray hairs, and James would always fetch Regulus’ drinks when they were out and gently rub circles on Regulus’s back while in conversation.

It was nauseating; what had James done to somehow take Regulus’s attention? Regulus looked well and truly besotted. The feeling was certainly mutual, James always looking at Reggie with doe eyes. They didn’t hide anything, always upfront with their affection. Barty and Evan could give that to him. There was no possible way they were having incredible sex. James was certainly vanilla, or at least that’s what he’d thought until five months ago. The memory was burned into his mind.

Regulus had moved in with James, and when everything was unpacked, he and Evan had been invited for a housewarming party. It was not what he expected; he thought it would be a decent crowd with expensive liquor and delicious food. Instead, they were having a modest movie night. They still had popcorn and drinks; the guest list had only included them, Sirius, and Remus.

Everything was going well until there was a jump scare in the movie they were watching. Evan had accidentally spilled a drink onto his pants, and Regulus had offered him a pair of pants to replace them. He followed him to their bedroom; the room was clean for the most part, but he immediately noted the bottle of lube on top of the nightstand. It was practically empty… okay, so they were definitely having a decent amount of sex.

That didn’t mean it was good though. After getting the pants from Regulus, he stepped into the master bathroom to change. He heard the bedroom door had opened; assuming Regulus left him to his devices, he decided to snoop around, except, Regulus had not left.

His heart was pounding as he pressed his ear to the door.

He could hear James speaking in hushed tones to Regulus, “I can’t wait until everyone leaves. It’s gonna be hours, and you’re strutting around the house in my favorite set of pajamas.”

There was a gasp; it was undoubtedly Regulus. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” Barty was aching to hear what the other sounds were, maybe someone getting tossed onto the bed?

Regulus let out a strangled moan in response. His voice was easier to hear, “And if I did, is that a problem?”

It turned dead silent for a moment. He heard someone fumbling in the nightstand—ah, that’ll be the lube, Barty thought. Barty closed his eyes, trying to use all his brainpower to hear what was going on.

“It’s only a problem if you don’t let me spill myself inside you right now.”

Regulus laughed in response. Barty had no shame; if he were a better man, he probably would have walked out. And Regulus? He knew Barty was still in the bathroom and said nothing to James.

Barty noticed his cock was hard and leaking in his boxers. He wasted no time, pulling himself free from his underwear, ears still pressed against the wall. He was clinging to every sound and the words he could hear through the door. He spit on his hand and started stroking himself in time with the sound of the bed rattling. He was in such a lust-induced haze, he couldn’t even differentiate Regulus’s moans from James. He was so entranced by what he was hearing, he would kill to be able to watch.

He had a firm grip on the length of his cock; the strokes became sloppy, unable to maintain pace. He was doing his best to stifle his groans as he was rubbing the head of his cock. He went over the edge as he heard James speak again, spilling thick white ropes onto his hand.

“You’re gonna keep this in all night; I'll be sure to fill you until you have no more space later tonight. I know how much you love pretending you’re not leaking my cum with other people around.”

Barty came the hardest he ever had in his life. He was in complete shock at the fact that it was over something James had said.

The whole thing lasted twenty minutes. Barty heard almost every dirty word James had said, the sounds of them ingrained into his mind. He moved to clean himself when the door opened.

He turned his head expecting it to be Regulus sneaking him out. Instead, he was met with James’ flushed and sweating body. He didn’t know if it was late to notice, but James was fit. You could smell the sex radiating off of him, sweat beaded on his toned chest, Regulus’s cum dripping down the stag tattoo on his abdomen, and his cock still half hard.

He tried his best not to make it obvious he was looking, and James just smirked. Barty knew without a doubt that he’d been caught, his own cum still on his hands before he had the chance to wash it off, the mirror revealed his face was flushed and glistening with sweat. James carried on as if Barty weren’t there, until it came down to cleaning Regulus’s still slick cum off of his abdomen. James turned to Barty with no shame.

He ran his fingers through the cum, licking it off of his fingers while looking him straight in the eyes. James smirked at him, “Want a taste?”

Barty’s jaw dropped; he tried to maintain composure but failed. Who would have thought James was so dirty? He tried to stammer words out; instead, he just stood in silence, glancing down at the remaining cum. He thought of getting down on his knees right there and licking it straight off, not letting a single drop of it go to waste. He shook his head, dismissing the thought as Regulus peeked his head in, eyeing the scene in front of him. He and James stepped out of the restroom, leaving Barty to himself.

He had no clue what just happened; did James just proposition him? Why did he consider licking Regulus’s cum off of his body? He took another twenty minutes to get his head straight. He stepped back out to the living room, receiving confused looks and concerned glances at his disappearance.

The worst part was Regulus and James, sitting there with secret smirks, pretending nothing had happened. The rest of the night felt long; the secret James and Reg were sharing also included him. He couldn’t stop thinking about James’s cum leaking out of Regulus for the duration of the night.

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Barty and Evan walked past the couple they had just listened to shamelessly fucking without a word. Evan was pulled into the bathroom with a heated kiss. James and Regulus stood there watching the scene unfold in front of them with furrowed brows. Tongues clashing, hands roaming. Barty lifted Evan, his legs immediately wrapping around his waist and grinding onto Barty’s stiff cock. Barty pressed Evan against the wall to support him as he eagerly started undoing Evan’s pants while maintaining their kiss. Barty opened his eyes, searching and seemingly finding what he was hoping for.

He looked James in the eyes as he pulled his own boyfriend’s cock out, removing his mouth from his partner's only to spit down onto the cock below him and start stroking him with a firm grip. Evan was writhing against him, panting and moaning like he was feral; the attention was somehow overstimulating and not enough at the same time.

Barty started sucking and biting at Evan’s neck, groaning his praises, “You sound so hot when you're desperate for my touch; you want me to fill you so badly, huh?”

Evan gave a strained yes in response.

“You’re being such a filthy whore right now, do you know that? Do you see who is standing in the doorway?”

Evan glanced over to see James and Regulus standing there; he bit his lip, “Yes, now don’t stop.”

James glanced down at the watch on his wrist; the pub would be closing soon. He doubted the couple in front of them would have the time to finish this up.

He looked over to Regulus, whispering in his ear, "Wanna see how far they can get?"

Regulus smirked and nodded in response. Regulus shut the bathroom door, grabbing James and heading to the sink, taking a seat and watching the two men in front of them ravaging each other.

Evan pooled up the drool from his cock, moving his hands to Barty's mouth, signaling he needed more spit than what he could gather at the base of his cock. Barty spit on Evan's hands and watched as his partner held eye contact with the couple watching on the sink. Evan pulled his own pants down further, reaching under himself and slipped two fingers into himself. Barty and Evan's mouths met again, sucking on each other's tongues, biting lips, sinful groans spilling from both of their mouths, but their eyes were on the other couple the whole time.

Evan eased himself off of Barty, frantically pulling his boyfriend's pants down before shifting themselves, giving the best viewing point for James and Regulus. He took Barty's cock out; the tip was glistening and swollen. He looked up with a devious smirk before leaning in and sucking the head dry.

Barty's hands immediately went to the top of Evan's head as he started fucking into his mouth earnestly, "Fuck, you have the best mouth," he said with each thrust, tears spilling from Evan's eyes.

Evan couldn't get enough; he gripped the back of his boyfriend's thighs, forcing his length down to the back of his throat. He looked to the side, ensuring the other men were still watching. They had nothing but their undivided attention, no hands on each other, just watching with focused, dilated eyes—the print of their cocks pressed against the front of their pants. Evan kept going with renewed vigor at the attention.

Barty lifted Evan from his knees, turning him to face the wall. He lined himself up and eased himself in. Barty had Evan's hair gripped in one hand, the other reaching around to hold him by the throat while he was thrusting into him with all his strength. He heard a choking sound coming from somebody; he couldn't tell who. When he turned his head, James was leaning against the sink, eyes fixated on Barty and Evan.

Regulus was on his knees, James's cock fully stuffed into his mouth. He turned his head again, focusing on bringing his own boyfriend to an orgasm. He could feel James' eyes burning into the back of his head. Barty and Evan were putting on quite the show; there wasn't a single person in this room who wasn't radiating pure lust over one another.
"Barty, please, I'm so close," Evan said through bated breath.

"Be a good boy and cum for me right now." Evan came before the sentence was fully out of his boyfriend's mouth.

There was a bell ringing and words being shouted. James looked to his watch and announced that the pub was closing. Everyone moved and started dressing themselves; no one said a word. They all exited the restroom at the same time. Sirius and Remus were standing by the abandoned pool table.

"What the hell happened to all of you? You disappeared without a word."

James cut in smoothly, "Sorry, Reg wasn't feeling well. Too many vodka crans, I had to rush him to the restroom. Barty and Evan followed us."

Sirius shot an apologetic look, "Are you feeling better now?"

Regulus nodded with a small smile, "Loads."

Sirius beamed, "Great, Remus and I need to head out. I have a tattoo appointment to get first thing in the morning. Get home safe, will you?"

They all said their goodbyes, agreeing to another pool night the following weekend. Everyone watched as Sirius and Remus exited through the crowd.

Regulus spoke up, "I'm not tired. Would you guys like to come over and watch a movie?"

Barty and Evan looked at each other, a spark of mischief in their eyes before nodding.

There was a slight chill in the air as they made their way to their house. The walk seemed to last forever, despite the fact they were only three blocks away. No one spoke a word during the walk; the sexual tension was heavy, and they all feared breaking the silence would stilt whatever was about to happen.

They all stepped inside the house, kicking off their shoes and grabbing glasses of water to hydrate after a long night of drinking and bathroom sex. Regulus turned on the TV, trying to maintain that they were only watching a movie as far as everyone else was concerned. James and Regulus announced they were going to change into comfier clothes, offering the other men something else to wear as well. Barty and Evan agreed, wanting to be rid of their sticky bar clothes.

As soon as they entered the bedroom, James grabbed the back of Barty's head, pushing him onto the bed.

"You've been wanting this for a while. I see you watching us all the time. You want Reggie so bad, don't you? You want him the way I have him, huh?"

Barty was fully seated on the bed; Evan and Regulus were standing at the edge of the bed, looking slightly shocked. James was very possessive; he didn't like the idea of someone else looking at Regulus the way Barty did, wanting him the way James had him.

Those thoughts came to a quick halt when Barty finally responded, "Actually, I want to see what you have that has Regulus acting like a love-sick fool."

James spit on Barty's face in response, pushing him to lay flat on the bed while he signaled Reg to get in bed.

Barty licked his lips, reaching for the spit that just hit his face; he ran his fingers through it, sucking it down. James placed Regulus on top of Barty's crotch and kissed up and down Regulus' neck and ear. He reached out for Evan while assaulting Regulus' throat, pulling him to get on top of Barty as well. Regulus looked down to Barty's face; he could see the frustration painted clearly. Barty was the only one who had not cum yet. James pushed Regulus and Evan's faces together, urging them to kiss each other; they gave in willingly.

Evan wrapped an arm around Regulus' waist, one hand cupping his jaw, opening his mouth so he could easily slip his tongue inside. The other man sucked his tongue, letting out a soft moan at the intrusion. Evan started grinding Reg onto his boyfriend's hard cock, trying to give the poor man some reprieve. Regulus reached into Evan's pants, stroking his cock, rubbing at the head, causing the other man to jolt at the touch. Barty let out a strangled moan. James stooped down to steal it from his mouth.

He joined the other men, enjoying a sloppy three-way kiss. James moaned into both of their mouths, "That's from Barty, say thank you."

Everything happened at once. Evan got off of Barty, moving to his side. Regulus straddled him, four tongues tangling, muffled moans from all directions, thanking Barty for the gift. James started pulling his clothes off; the other men followed suit. Barty sat up to strip himself. James pushed him back down.

"Not yet, you said you wanted to see what had Regulus acting the way he does, right? I'm going to use your boyfriend as an example."

He reached into the nightstand, grabbing a small bundle of rope.

"Just sit tight here, will you? Can't have you trying to touch yourself or anyone else."

James bound all of Barty's limbs, spread fully on the surface of the bed. James looked to Regulus, "Be a good boy and keep him busy." Regulus licked his lips, immediately diving into a heated kiss. He detached himself, only to lick up the length of his neck. Barty's eyes shifted to behind Regulus as he watched James with Evan.

James had Evan at the end of the bed, straddling James' nearly naked body. He was running his fingers through his silky blond hair, grinding him onto his cock. He was whispering something he couldn't hear over Regulus nibbling on his ear. Evan was flushed, eyes wide and nodding. James looked at his boyfriend and Barty with a smirk as he made his way to the bottle of lube. Once he was back to Evan, he placed him onto the bed, facing Barty between his legs on all fours. Regulus moved off of Barty; he slipped himself behind him with the little give in the ropes. Barty's head was now resting in his lap, forcing him to see James's head disappearing behind Evan's arched back.

He came to an immediate understanding when he heard Evan cry out. James was eating his boyfriend out. James' tongue was unrelenting on him; he had a white-knuckle grip on his ass while he was teasing at him with fingers and tongue. When James finally resurfaced, he applied lube liberally to his entrance; he grabbed Evan's head, forcing him to look up at Barty as he filled him with his cock.

Regulus's hands were roaming over his body, overstimulating him as he watched. Evan couldn't stifle the moan; it came out with no warning.

James thrusted deeply into him; he leaned over Evan, nipping and sucking at whatever he could, "Does this feel good?" Evan nodded. "Tell him. He'll want to know I'm taking care of you."

Evan found the strength to speak, "It does, fuck, it feels so good, baby."

James rewarded him for telling Barty by quickening the pace; each thrust was calculated, dragging out Evan's pleasure as he kept hitting the right spot. James leaned over Evan again, whispering something the both of them could only hear. He had his hand wrapped around his throat when Evan let out a sob, "I'm so close, I want to cum, but he said I can't unless you let me," his voice was shaking.

Barty didn't want him suffering like he was and figured the sooner Evan came, the sooner he would, "You can cum whenever you want, only if Reg lets you do it on his face." All eyes turned to Regulus at once.

Regulus smirked, "I think I can make that work.".

Evan crawled on top of Barty, looming over his crotch. Barty and Regulus were watching in rapt while James pulled his body up so he was on his knees as he worked him to completion. He started stroking Evan in time with his thrusts. Evan reached down for his own cock to aim it at the faces below him; he let out a strangled cry as he came.

He shot thick white ropes over Regulus and Barty's faces. Regulus reached down to Barty's face, smearing his boyfriend's hot cum all over his face. He wiped at the cum on his own face, sticking the cum-covered fingers into Barty's mouth to clean them. Barty sucked at the fingers with fervor. Regulus leaned over, lapping at the cum spread all over his face, topping it off with a sloppy kiss. James pulled out of Evan with a groan, his cock swollen, waiting for his own release.

Evan moved to collect himself, sitting at the end of the bed watching the others. All the attention turned to Barty. James undid the rope, rubbing soothing circles on his wrists. Regulus started stripping him of his clothes.

"I think it's your turn, don't you? I think you've waited long enough," hands running through Barty's hair as he waited for a response.

Barty couldn't manage to speak; he just went through a whirlwind, he couldn't process eighty percent of what just happened.
Regulus spoke up then, "Oh, Jamie. I think he's learning fast that you don't need to fuck anyone to make them stupid," he let out an unhinged laugh at the thought of Barty's previous comment earlier in the night.

"Will you get him going for me, love?" James smirked to Regulus.

Evan joined, "Let me show you how he likes it."

Regulus nodded as they both descended to Barty's cock. Evan spit harshly. Regulus moved in then, spreading the spit up and down the length.

James reached to both of the men's heads, spurring them into action. Regulus took the cock into his mouth while Evan stroked it, soft and slow at first, continuing the torturous theme of the night.

Barty's frustration was mounting; he started thrusting into Regulus's mouth. "Ah, there he is. Finally remembering this is what you wanted all along?" James kept egging him on.

He had half a mind to fuck Regulus' throat so hard he wouldn't be able to suck James off for days. "Do you have to torture all your partners to trick them into thinking you're so good? Or is this special for me? Feel like you have to prove yourself?" Barty snarked back, words breaking at the feeling of his cock in Regulus.

"Just for you. I didn't fail to satisfy your boyfriend with a good time," James smirked in response.

Regulus removed the cock in his mouth, slapping it onto Evan's tongue before speaking, "Why don't you just spit it out, Barty? Do you want to fuck me or get railed by James? You're only fooling yourself."

Barty was silenced once again. Evan lightly clamped down on him with teeth, forcing him to speak. "James," looking the man into his eyes, he gave no further explanation.

With that decided, Evan started prepping Barty for the same cock he just got off of; he licked at his entrance, scissoring him open with the spit that was dripping down from his cock. James crowded him, "Does your boyfriend know about the housewarming party?" Barty looked at Evan and nodded. "So he knows that you've wanted this for a while now?" Barty nodded again, fighting back the moans his boyfriend was coaxing from him.

James was speaking to Evan now, "Do you think he'll last longer than you? Look at him. He looks so pathetic right now; he's been waiting to cum all night." Evan and Regulus licked up and down Barty's cock in sync before moving for James.

"You're going to stay right here on your back while I take care of you, poor desperate thing. No cumming until I say to, understand?" Barty rolled his eyes and conceded.

James wasted no time filling him up with his cock, not gentle with him in any way. He knew Barty was open and waiting. Barty responded with a groan, biting down on his hand to stifle the sound. He didn't want to give James the satisfaction of knowing he was already hitting the right spot.

James laughed, pinning his arms above his head, "None of that, you don't have to pretend in here. All of us want to hear you, right boys?"

They both nodded in response.

"See, just let go," he punctuated each word with a deep thrust.

His hands were on Barty's throat then, "When was the last time you were fucked, huh? Always taking care of Evan, but I can tell how badly you need this. Such a tight, needy hole. Needs to be used more. Needs to be filled with my cum."

He leaned into Barty's neck, licking and sucking so hard there would surely be marks after. Barty was eating his words, he couldn't defend himself, he could only nod and moan at James's words. "You love this, I can feel you clenching on my cock. You can try to be strong, but your body isn't lying. You're so close to losing it, are you gonna cum, pretty boy?"

"No. No, I'm not. You're supposed to tell me when, I'm not fucked stupid enough to give in," Barty was truly at the will of James at this point.

James was doing good, and now he wanted to be good too. He had said to let go; fuck, he wanted to let go. It was too hard to keep the act up when James was on top of him, sweat dripping down his forehead, his pupils were just as dilated as his. He knew it. James removed his grip on his throat, allowing him to fully breathe.

"Good boy. I'm not quite done with you, and I'm feeling really kind tonight," Barty couldn't hide his confusion. If he was being so good, why couldn't he cum already? He thought was cut off by James' smooth voice, "Reggie, since he's still keen on pretending he doesn't have any moans to let out, why don't you make that mouth of his useful? You haven't cum again yet, baby, don't think I forgot. Fuck his throat as hard as he did yours, it's only fair. Cum whenever you want."

Regulus didn't hesitate, he leaned in for a kiss to James and placed his weeping cock into Barty's mouth. James was seemingly unphased; he was completely focused on keeping everyone involved, he pulled Evan close. "Look at how well your boyfriend is taking my cock, what do you think?"

Evan looked down, licking his lips at the sight. "I think he might need it harder and wetter," Evan guided James' hips to thrust deeper and harder, spitting down where skin met skin, "There we go, just like that. He likes it rough."

Evan reached up, gripping Barty's throat and groaning, "Fuck, you can feel Regulus in his throat," he took James' handing, making sure he could feel that Regulus was being just as aggressive as Barty was earlier.

Barty's tongue was relentless on the head of Reg's tip, tongue swirling around the head as he was sucking in earnest. Barty's sounds were muffled by the presence of Regulus' buried deep in his throat; he was crying.

Regulus pulled out, wiping the tears from the other man's eyes. Regulus came with a groan, spilling all over Barty's flushed face before speaking up, "Something you want to say?" Regulus smirked.

Before words can make it out, he's moaning, letting everything out. "Please, I'm going to cum."

"Really? I haven't given you permission yet," James groaned out, thrusting deeper and deeper with each word. "Let's ask the audience, should we let him?" James glanced at Regulus and Evan as they were sharing a sloppy kiss.

The boys separated to answer, they looked to each other as they pretended to contemplate this decision. "I think he deserves it, but let's see how long he can last with all of us."

Barty's body was flooded with hands. Regulus was choking him while they made out. Evan spit on his cock, stroking with no restraint. James had a firm grasp on his hips, thrusting into him as if his life depended on it. James and Evan leaned into Barty's face, lapping at the cum Reg had just spilled all over him, eager to give Barty a taste of Reg's precious cum as they all tangled tongues. Barty was breaking, a string of curses and groans breaking out from his mouth. He was so close, he could feel his cock pulsating under Evan's grasp.

James pulled out nearly all the way, only to do a long, deep, hard thrust as he spoke again, "You're allowed to come, you know?"

Barty bit out the words, "I know. But I said I would wait until you told me to."

James smirked, "So he can follow directions? You've been so good for me, I want you to cum right now and then I'm going to fill your needy hole with all my cum. You're not allowed to clean it up, I want you to wake up tomorrow and see all my cum that spilled out. Will you do that for me?"

Barty nodded fervently, "Cum."
Maintaining his streak of obedience, he came with James' name on his tongue. James followed after a handful of thrusts, making good on his promise to fill him. He pulled out slowly, trying to minimize his cum spilling out. The small amount of cum that had dripped down was licked by James and spit into Barty's mouth.

"My last gift for tonight, pretty boy," he sealed it with a kiss; it was tender and sloppy after all the exertion.

“Fucking hell,” Barty muttered under his breath, hands running through his hair. Everyone released heavy sighs, laying in bed for a moment to collect themselves. Sweaty limbs tangling, heaving breaths, and cum staining their bodies. James was the first to get up, he softly stepped into the closet grabbing each of the men one of his t-shirts and placing them on the counter in the restroom before exiting the room entirely. Regulus followed after him shortly after.

Evan sat up then, leaning into Barty whispering to him, “You okay, love?”

Barty nodded and kissed him on the forehead in response, “You?”

Evan smiled back, “Yeah, I’m good.”

The other couple returned, water and snacks in tow. James finally spoke up, “Everyone good? Does anyone need anything else?” After everyone confirmed they were set, they gulped down their waters and James nodded in the direction of the bathroom.

James turned on the shower, offering it up to Barty and Evan first so he could have a moment alone with Regulus.

They stood outside the bathroom, holding each other's gaze, “How are you feeling?” James asked while wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s torso, rubbing soothing circles on his soft skin.

“I’m feeling good, exhausted. How about you? You worked hard tonight.”

James let out a soft chuckle, “Yeah, suppose I did. I’m alright though, it was satisfying,” Regulus flooded James with gentle kisses all over, humming in agreement. “I’m gonna go change the sheets really quickly,” James proclaimed and gave Reg a final kiss on his forehead.

Barty and Evan emerged from the restroom, clean and half asleep. Regulus encouraged them to get comfortable in bed while he and James showered. James washed Regulus’ hair, something soothing to the both of them. Regulus was very particular about how he liked his hair to be managed, this was another way he showed his unwavering trust in James taking care of him. James and Regulus showered relatively quickly, the sooner they got to bed, the better. Regulus threw on the oversized tee, his small body drowning in it, James sat on the counter, pulling him in and holding him for a moment before they joined the others.

James was lying in the middle, Regulus on one side, Barty on the other, and Evan cuddling up to his boyfriend.

James turned to Barty, “You’re doing okay, right? If anything was too much, you would have said something, right? We never talked about this and I’m worried I made assumptions.”

Barty sighed, he looked over to James, “I’m okay, I would’ve said something. Despite the fact I was being toyed with for what seemed like forever, I quite enjoyed the show you all put on for me,” he punctuated the sentence with a smirk. With the air cleared, James kissed Regulus goodnight.

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The men shared a deep sleep, not waking until well into the afternoon. At one point, James was pulled awake by unintelligible whispers, he slowly opened one eye to see the culprits disrupting his sleep. He saw Regulus and Evan leaning over his and Barty’s bodies, passionately gesturing with their hands towards their respective boyfriends. James was concerned the two men were having it out over the events from the previous night. To allow them some privacy, he leaned into the sleepiness still residing in his bones.

James woke up from Barty whispering next to him, “What the fuck are you doing?” James opened his eyes, checking on Barty and discovered that he couldn’t move.

He looked to his wrists to see that one hand was handcuffed to the bedframe and the other to Barty’s wrist. He was too busy trying to figure out what was happening when he felt his cock sliding into a warm, wet mouth. He looked down expecting to meet familiar pale eyes but was met with Evan’s honey brown eyes. Evan smirked deviously in response, flicking his eyes over to Barty’s direction, James followed his eyes and saw Regulus waking Barty in a similar fashion. Evan reached a hand over to tap on Regulus, while continuing his ministrations, his boyfriend looked back at him.

Regulus’ gaze softened, his pupils becoming more and more blown out as he stared before he spoke up, “We’re having a bit of a competition right now. Hope you two don’t mind,” he returned Barty’s cock into his mouth.

James and Barty looked at each other then. Brows furrowed, but they certainly weren’t going to complain. How could they?

With James’ curiosity piqued, he still had the nerve to speak, “And are you planning on telling us what this competition is about?” trying to maintain composure.

Evan spoke up then, “No, so stop thinking about it and enjoy your cock in my mouth.”

James laughed, focusing on the sensation and the view of all the men. Regulus was in a state of complete focus, he was sucking so hard that his cheeks were hollowed. Barty was gripping at the sheets as much as he could through his restraints, he was clearly struggling to gain composure as Regulus was stuffing him down his throat.

“Fuck me, Reg. Are you trying to kill me?” he spoke while gasping.

“Don’t be so dramatic, I’m only trying to make you cum. Feel free at any point,” he quipped before getting back to the waiting cock in his hand.

The sound alone could bring anyone over the edge, the room was a symphony of groans, appreciative humming, and gagging. James and Barty were practically thrashing in their handcuffs, both wanting to grab the hair of the men sucking them off. Regulus was fully fucking his own mouth with Barty’s cock, saliva was dripping down his chin and his thick black lashes clumping together with his tears. James was guessing their competition was related to who would cum first and he was not going to make Regulus lose, so he averted his eyes. Evan was working as hard as his competitor, he was stroking James’ cock with one hand in tandem with his mouth.

James was broken out of his trance when he felt Barty’s fingers interlocking with his own, he looked to the man next to him- his face was flushed, broken moans slipping from the back of his throat, Barty returned his gaze, licking his lips at the sight of James watching.

His mouth fell open as he gasped out, “Fuck, Reg. I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that,” Regulus was stroking Barty with both hands, the tip of his cock in Regulus’ waiting mouth.

Regulus was not slowing down, he hummed around the cock in his mouth spurring the man. Barty let out a feral groan, maintaining eye contact with James, Regulus enveloped the length of his cock to let Barty spill directly into the back of his throat.

Evan sat up, ready to throw a fit, “Barty, what the fuck? I’m done. Reg, go suck your boyfriend’s dick. How the fuck does he last so long?”

Regulus smirked and slid towards James, “Don’t be such a sore loser. Jamie tells me my mouth is magical. Clearly I have his cock bewitched to only cum from my mouth,” he straddled James, coming in for a kiss, tongues clashing tasting like Barty’s cum.

Evan was removing the cuffs from Barty, kissing him with palpable desire despite the fact he made him lose the competition. Reg flicked his tongue on the head of James’s cock, lazily licking circles around the tip before he was joined by Barty.

Barty smirked up at James, he didn’t say a word to him. He placed a hand in front of Regulus’s mouth, looking him in the eyes before commanding, “Spit.” Regulus maintained eye contact as he licked the palm of Barty’s hand up to his fingertips, sucking sloppily before spitting on it. Evan grabbed Barty and Regulus’s heads, guiding them to lick up James’s swollen cock.

The cold metal of Barty’s piercing made James jump, he let out a moan as he felt it glide up and down the base of his cock. The pair were sucking rapidly, pupils dilated and fully blissed out. Regulus sat up, grabbing Barty’s head, forcing James’s cock down his throat.

Barty held the length of his cock in the back of his throat while bobbing slightly. James was trembling now, unable to stop his hoarse groans while all three men were coaching each other to bring him to his orgasm. Every time mouths changed, Evan was there, spitting down at his cock praising the other men for their work. Reg and Barty stopped to catch their breath, both had one hand on him, twisting and squeezing him, talking him through everything to bring him to his release.

“Look at the mess we’re making, trying to please you. Is all our hard work not enough?” Barty snapped reaching a hand up to wrap his large hands around James’s throat.

James let out a growl at the contact, he started thrusting into the hands wrapped around him, he reached with his free hand into Barty’s hair in retaliation.

James buried himself in Barty’s throat, “If you want me to cum, suck more and talk less.” Regulus and Evan stared in awe, both stopping to watch the events in front of them, James spoke again, “This is what I wanted, that’s it- take it all the way. I want to see the tears in your eyes.”

Barty clutched James’s hips, keeping up with the punishing pace he had set. “Fuck, just like that. I’m gonna come down your throat and I want you to swallow it all.”

James came, chanting Barty’s name until he came down from his pleasure- pulling him up with his free hand to meet his face- their mouths clashed in a heated kiss, James pulled away, “So pretty with these tears on your face, I put them there didn’t I?”

Barty nodded in response, James leaned in again, licking at the salty tears streaming down Barty’s cheeks and continuing their intoxicating kiss.

James spotted a wicked glint in Regulus’s eyes, he was flushed and sweaty. James could see that he was itching to make a comment but was waiting for the perfect time to strike.

James and Barty were still catching their breath when he finally spoke up, “So you’re a bit of a spoilsport aren’t you, Evan? You lose so you decide my boyfriend doesn’t get to cum?”

Evan rolled his eyes, “I figured you would take care of him anyways, I don’t see what the problem is.”

“You’re right, there isn’t a problem. We handled it, but it does make me wonder.” Regulus bit his lips, fighting off a smile as he crawled on top of Evan, “Can you make me come, Ev?” he was straddling Evan now, grinding onto his hardened cock as he continued to speak, voice dripping with condescension, “Couldn’t even get my boyfriend off because you wanted to be a brat. Are you going to show me you’re better with your cock than your mouth?”

Evan’s breath hitched, he snatched Regulus’ hands and flipped them around. He made quick work of Regulus’s clothing, Barty handed him the lube from the nightstand.

“When was the last time you even put your cock to work? Seems Barty is the one who handles that, can you figure out what to do or do you need me to explain it to you?” Regulus continued goading him. Evan coated his fingers in lube, working Reg open to silence him.

Regulus gasped when he reached his g-spot and Evan laughed in response, “Does it look like I need it to be explained?”

“Does seem like it actually, seeing as your cock still isn’t in me,” Regulus grasped his hips pulling him in to line himself up at the entrance. Evan didn’t hesitate, burying himself to the hilt and putting a hand over Reg’s mouth.

“You complain a bit too much for my taste, do you have any complaints now?” Evan started thrusting deeply, slowing when he knew he was hitting the right spots, trying to torture Reg.

Regulus peeled Evan’s hand off his mouth, “I do, fuck me harder before I flip you over for being useless,” he started matching Evan’s pace, wrapping his legs around his waist to cage him in.

Evan groaned, he was fed up with Regulus mouthing off and decided to silence him, shoving his fingers down Regulus’s throat. “I don’t know how you put up with this, James. Mouthy little thing you have here. Keep talking like this, and your whole body will be useless when I’m done with you.”

Regulus laughed, the sound muffled by the fingers occupying his mouth, he sounded truly insane. He couldn’t help it, he was getting exactly what he wanted and Evan didn’t realize it was all on purpose. He glanced over at James and Barty who had knowing smirks on their faces, Evan was driving into Regulus with no remorse.

Regulus extended his arm to Evan’s throat, the other man moved his fingers from his mouth allowing him to finally speak up.

Instead, Regulus caught him off guard, flipping positions so he was now straddling Evan, “I’ll just get it done myself. Make sure you take note if you ever get the chance again.”

Regulus slammed himself onto the cock below him, rotating his hips and staring at Evan with a grin, before spitting into his mouth and smearing it across his lips. “Maybe James can teach you how to put up with this, in the meantime I’m going to make myself cum on your cock.”

Regulus used Evan’s throat to balance himself, crouching over him he was relentlessly fucking himself, moans spilling from his mouth.

Evan let out a whimper, Regulus was clenching around him, gripping him like a vice. “That’s it, let it out. I know you’re close, I can feel you throbbing. Don’t you want to fill me up?” Regulus questioned, batting his lashes feigning innocence.

Evan started thrusting up, matching Reg’s aggression, he grabbed him by the back of the neck “If I fill you up, are you even going to be grateful or find something to bitch about?”

Regulus licked his lips in response, “Don’t you want to find out? Fill me and see what happens.”

Evan’s hips were snapping, eager to see how Regulus would react to being filled with his cum, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he stuttered out losing control of his breath.

Regulus nodded, clenching around him in anticipation, “I’m going to cum too, shit,” he whined he felt Evan reach his peak, he continued swirling his hips to get himself off.

The pair stayed in position until they had the strength to move, Regulus shifted off his lap. With Evan’s cock removed, it started spilling out - Regulus reached a hand down, swiping a finger through and sucking it off with a pop.

He let out a moan when it met his tongue, “Thank you, Ev.”, he grinned and dived down for a sloppy kiss, making sure he could taste it on his tongue.

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When everyone caught their breath, Barty insisted James and Regulus shower first because he wanted more rest. James pulled Regulus into the shower, cleaning each other up, and as James was washing Regulus’s hair, he spoke quietly, “When they get into the shower, I’m going to go make us breakfast. I think we should all talk about what happened.”

They coaxed Barty and Evan into the shower and made their way to their kitchen. James insisted that he make a full spread for everyone to regain their energy and had Regulus handle drinks.

They laid the meal out on their kitchen island. James had definitely over-cooked, but he was certainly pleased with himself. Pancakes, toast, sausages, eggs, and sliced fruit were available in copious amounts. Regulus turned on the kettle while he grabbed various teas and set the coffee maker on in case anyone would prefer that.

Evan and Barty stepped out of the room with lazy grins, “Wow, look at this. Pulling out all the stops, are you?” Barty laughed, his voice raspy as he started fixing plates for himself and Evan.

Regulus smiled from behind his coffee, “James got a little excited, but he claims he had to cook this much because he didn’t know what you both liked.”

All eyes moved to James as he gave a casual shrug, “Are you all complaining? None of you seem to have a problem with having your mouths stuffed one way or another...” Evan couldn’t hold back his laughter, “Fair enough, Potter. No complaints from me, though. This looks so good.”

The four men ate, sharing casual conversation throughout. Evan sang his praises to James for the cooking, “You and your cooking have a lot in common. I thought the looks might’ve been deceiving, but this is genuinely one of the best breakfasts I’ve had in a long time.”

Barty nodded his head enthusiastically in agreement, not bothering to stop forking food into his mouth. James thanked them for the compliment, “Breakfast is my favorite meal to cook, I think. You both are more than welcome to join us anytime.”

As their meal was winding down, James placed his cup down and looked to Regulus. Regulus gave him a short nod of encouragement in response. “So…”, James spoke up, everyone looked over with cautious eyes, “I feel like Regulus and I, especially me, took things into our own hands last night and I just want to make sure everything is good.”

A few beats before he continued, “Evan, I know we talked before we did anything, I still want to check in and see how everyone is feeling though?”

“Well, I felt quite called out and was tortured for some time,” Barty joked in response, not being one for serious conversations when it’s not his own partner. Evan shot him a look, telling him now was not the time to joke. Barty cleared his throat and spoke again, “Okay, sorry. I meant what I said last night. I’m perfectly fine and I know that if anything was too much I could have told you and you would have respected my boundaries. I had fun, though. Nothing wrong with me here. Are you okay?”

James nodded in response and looked over to Regulus for him to speak up, “I’m great, had a lot of fun. In a way, it felt long overdue.”

The men all nodded in understanding. No one was blind to the sexual tension that had been growing between them in the last few months. At first, it was seen as jealousy, that Barty and Evan were mad Regulus wasn’t with them. The line between jealousy and pining for one person turned into sexual tension all around.

They all sipped their drinks before Evan piped in to end the conversation, “I’m feeling good too. I appreciated you talking to me before we did anything, and thank you for the breakfast.”

They all gathered their plates and lounged in the kitchen in comfortable silence. “Well, if no one else is going to say it, I will,” Regulus stated as he studied everyone’s faces, “I had a good time and would be open to it again. No one needs to agree now, I’m just putting it out there and we can leave it be.”

Barty and Evan stared at each other with wide eyes, shocked at the idea of this happening again. James had a smirk on his face, nodding his approval before speaking up, “I’m open to it too, but we’ll have to set some boundaries or maybe safe words just so everyone is comfortable.”

Barty and Evan turned their faces back to the other men, “I agree, safe words would be a good idea,” Evan responded confidently. Barty looked at everyone’s faces; he was surprised that everyone was so willing. I mean, he had been wanting this for longer than he was probably even aware of. Well… he knew he wanted Regulus and Evan, but James was certainly news to him (and apparently only news to him) until last night.

“So, were you all giving me shit for this when you all were wanting the same?” he spoke out cautiously.

James cleared his throat, “Well, we hardly had the opportunity… Regulus and I talked about it before, but I’m happy it happened this way. Felt much more organic,” Regulus nodded as James was speaking. “So, thanks for listening to us have sex on multiple occasions,” James continued with a smirk.

Regulus laughed at James’s comment and found his voice, “I think this was the best-case scenario, honestly. Are we all open to this another time?””

He glanced around the room again and everyone agreed.

“Do we want to do the color system? I think it’ll be easiest for all of us. I know we’re all familiar with it,” he continued.

“Yeah, that works for us. Barty and I need to head out though, we need to go shopping. Just text us if either of you come up with anything else. We’ll see you next weekend?”

The men said their goodbyes and Regulus began gathering whatever dishes were lying around while James started washing them. Regulus picked off the plate of fruit, eating the small amount left over.

James looked over his shoulder, “Well? What are you thinking?” he asked Regulus while scrubbing the plates.

“I’m thinking we’re going to have a lot of fun toying with them. I want to see what their breaking point is before they turn it around on us,” he smirked in response.

They finished cleaning and fell onto the couch with an exasperated huff, “Let’s think about what we’ll do to them next weekend…” James grinned, pulling Regulus into his lap to straddle him.

Regulus rested his head on James’s shoulders, letting out a sigh. “I know Barty likes you in crop tops. Every time you wear one, he won’t stop staring at your tattoo… I wonder why,” he laughed.

James started rubbing soothing circles on Regulus’s back, “We’ll do something easy. Just wear clothes we know will drive them crazy… I think that could be enough. Just being at the bar again is going to put this back on everyone’s minds.”

Regulus could only respond with a hum, he was still so tired. He wrapped his arms around James’s neck, “Still sleepy, can’t talk anymore.”

James got up, still holding Regulus, his legs wrapped around his waist, and brought them back to their bed to take a nap. Regulus curled onto James’s chest, “You were so hot last night and this morning. If I wasn’t so tired, I’d be riding you until my legs were broken.”

James lightly tugged on Regulus’s hair, directing him into a kiss, “Let’s get some sleep and see if you’re still willing to follow through on that after.” They fell asleep within minutes, the smell of their morning breakfast still flowing through the air.

The boys had been texting each other throughout the week in a new group chat, talking about their days, what they were up to, and whatever limits they had—which were few and far between.

Everyone admitted that they were open to experimenting with their new dynamic and felt comfortable enough to speak up if needed. While this development was new, their friendship was not. James and Regulus had been dating for two years; they’ve been around Evan and Barty plenty, even before they were dating.

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When Regulus and Sirius started the journey of mending their relationship, those two would always accompany him to functions that included Sirius’s friend group. Everyone was awkward at first. Sirius and his friends were high energy and very friendly, whereas Reggie and his friends were more relaxed, typically stuck to each other for safety and comfort. Eventually, Remus broke the tension. He’d been observing everyone at their parties and decided they couldn’t just pretend the past didn’t happen.

Regulus and his friends seemed to appreciate Remus for being blunt. They all sat around the living room passing a bottle of tequila around and airing out their grievances. That night led to Regulus hugging Sirius for the first time in over a decade, Barty got Remus high, and Evan and James continued drinking, talking about the brothers and their lack of emotional vulnerability.

“Honestly, you wouldn’t believe how much Regulus talks about him. He’s always asking if he should see if Sirius wants to hang out, and you have no clue how many things he’s bought saying Sirius would like it,” Evan was laughing, a bottle of tequila splashing all over him, “And guess how many he’s actually given to him? None! They’re all in his closet, but maybe they’ll finally make it to him now.”

James was shaking with laughter, eyes glossed over. “Sirius does the exact same thing, that’s the whole reason he started inviting everyone over every weekend. He thinks if he invites just Reg he won’t show up. They are honestly ridiculous.” He snatched the bottle from Evan and took a swig.

He looked out to the patio, spotting Regulus alone, leaning over the railing. Evan smirked at James, “Offer him this,” passing off a pack of cigarettes.

James looked at the pack of cigarettes with intrigue and stood, offering his hand to Evan if he wanted to get off the floor. Evan took his hand and went to find Barty.

As James made his way to the patio, he started opening the pack. He loved a good drunk cigarette. He placed the unlit cigarette in his mouth and opened the door outside. Regulus turned his head, raising his eyebrows. “Didn’t know you smoked, that’s interesting,” he said as he reached out to pluck one from the pack.

“Only when I’m trashed,” he lit his cigarette and took a long drag, “Here, let me.” He leaned towards Regulus, lighting the cigarette with the lit end of his own.

Regulus looked James in the eye as he did, taking his first hit and holding it while he spoke, “You’re trashed then?” He followed up on James’s comment.

“You can’t tell?” James laughed, taking another drag, leaning against the railing with his back facing Regulus.

They stood there in silence, smoking and looking into the night sky. There was knocking on the glass of the sliding door. They looked to see Evan and Barty at the window giving a thumbs up to see if Reggie was okay. Regulus nodded.

Barty opened the door anyways, “Did you wanna head out with us?” His eyes darted to James with caution.

“I already told Sirius I’d stay the night so we can get coffee in the morning.”

Evan flashed a knowing smile at James, “Well, good night you both. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, yeah?”

Everyone was winding down for the night. Sirius and Remus poked their heads in the door to let them know they were heading to sleep. An hour of peace passed. James turned his head to ask if Regulus was going to sleep, only to see that the man had already passed out.

He sat there for a moment, unsure what to do but eventually decided to pick him up. He grabbed Regulus’s waist and carried him bridal style.

Regulus blinked the sleep from his eyes trying to gather what was happening, “Jamie?” James’s jaw dropped at the nickname, heat rushing to his face. He’d never been called that by Regulus before.

He took a moment before finally responding, “Hey, you fell asleep outside. I’m just taking you to bed, grabbing you some water first.” He held Reggie with one arm, opening the fridge to grab a bottle of water.

The fact that James was casually carrying him around the house with ease woke him up. He stared up at James as he was shuffling through the house, water bottle in one hand as he brought him upstairs. James kicked the door open and placed Regulus on the bed, “Do you need anything else before I head to my room?”

Regulus turned his face, hiding the blush staining his cheeks, “Um, do you know if Sirius has any spare clothes for me to sleep in?”

James stood there for a moment, “I don't think I’m interested in sneaking into his room with Remus in there. I can grab you something of mine to wear if you want? It’ll be big on you though.”

Regulus tried to form a response. He was particular about clothing, not liking the way some materials felt on his skin or how they bunch up on him in his sleep. James continued after a moment, “Actually, I remember Sirius mentioning you had preferences when it comes to what you’re comfortable wearing. You can come raid my closet if you want?”

Regulus sighed in relief, “Yes, I’d like that better.”

He got out of bed and followed James through the dark hallway, “I keep all my pajamas in the top drawer, but help yourself to anything that might work for you. I have some softer shirts hanging too,” he said as he leaned against the wall next to the closet, watching Reggie with curiosity.

Regulus plucked an oversized silky t-shirt; since it was so large, he didn’t bother with grabbing bottoms, nothing of James’s would fit him anyways. “I’ll just take this… thank you.”

They said goodnight to each other. Both laid in separate beds in the same house, falling asleep with the other on their mind.

James was reeling at the thought of Regulus calling him “Jamie” in his sleepy voice. He never saw him shy and gentle. Regulus was typically calculated and stoic; he had to be with how he was raised. Seeing the softer side of him stirred something in James, he was already trying to figure out how he could experience it again.

Regulus stared up at the ceiling in his room, chastising himself for being caught off guard by James’s actions and behaving like a lovesick teenager. James had always been nice to him; it used to get on his nerves. He thought it was because he was Sirius’s little brother, but that was shattered one night when someone kept referring to him as “Sirius’s baby brother” or “Baby Black.” James had snapped, “You do realize he’s not just Sirius’s brother, right? He’s his own person, with his own life? His name is Regulus, why don’t you try addressing him as that?”

Regulus remembered how his heart had stopped beating for a moment when those words came out. Regulus remembered how everything clicked for him that night. He had a crush on James, and now he was living in the reality where he was just carried around like he was weightless up a flight of stairs, James not even working up a sweat. His last thought before falling asleep was James lighting his cigarette with his own, eyes glossy but dilated without James knowing.

Maybe James felt the same way too.