Better Than a Movie

by VinylFox_Books (ao3)

“C’mon Reg,” Barty whines, practically putting all of this weight on Regulus where his arm is thrown over the shorter’s shoulder, “We’re all going, it’s going to be fun.”

Evan hums, “Besides, what better way to spend your Halloween?”

“I could spend my Halloween curled up on the couch watching Nightmare Before Christmas with tea and my sketchbook, I think that is a perfectly viable Halloween activity.”

“But it’s not fun.” Barty whines once again.

Regulus hums, “You and I have different ideas of fun. What you think is fun is getting drunk and setting shit on fire.”

Pandora shakes their head when they walk into the room, holding a couple different articles of clothing, “Please, Regulus? You only have to be there for an hour and I can drive you home if you really hate it after that. Dorcas is driving Barty and Evan so we’ll both have cars, you won’t have to worry about the others getting home.”

Dorcas nods, following them and throwing her own armful of clothing directly into Barty’s face, narrowly missing Regulus, “We can throw together a costume for you that’s comfortable but fun. Dora and I have all sorts of things we can put you in.”

Pandora must still see the hesitation in Regulus’ face, and they lean forward to the ear that Barty isn’t right next to, “James will be there. I heard that they’re wearing a skirt this year, too.”

“And how do you know that?” Regulus asks, his interest successfully peaked. Pandora seems to know it, as when they pull away, they’ve got a smug grin on their face.

They make a whole show of being nonchalant about it, dropping the clothes in their hands on their twin’s lap, “They’re doing a group costume, Lily was telling me that she’s going as Daphne and they’re going as Velma because Sirius dared them to.”

And Regulus holds out for longer than he thought he would, and it seems the same thought passes through Pandora, before he finally groans, “An hour.”

Pandora grins at him, looking between him and Dorcas, “Perfect! What do you want to go as?”

“What are each of you going as?”

Dorcas hums, “Barty and Evan are going as Frankenstein and Frankenstein’s monster and Dora, Marls, and I are going as the Powerpuff Girls.”

“You could always go as Frankenstein’s wife.” Barty singsongs, poking at Regulus’ cheek, “Be my pretty wife.”

“Fun as that idea is, and as much as I want to see Regulus in her dress,” Dorcas hums, “The party is happening today and I don’t really want to have to throw together something for her, especially since we already need to do you guys’ makeup.”

“I don’t know what I would go as, do I really need a costume?”

“It’s a costume party, of fucking course you need a costume.” Evan says like he’s dumb.

Pandora smiles, “You can just look through my closet for something that looks right and we’ll figure out a costume from there.” Regulus nods and they grab him by the arm to pull him up, bringing him into their room and guiding him to their closet while they start to grab their makeup. Dorcas comes in moments later and gathers her own makeup, Barty and Evan coming in shortly after. Evan sits at the desk while Barty throws himself onto the edge of the bed. Pandora goes to help her twin while Dorcas pulls out a pot of green face paint that Regulus is sure will stain Barty’s stain forever and starts aggressively dabbing at his face -- and he knows that it hurts from the pure sound of the sponge slapping against his skin.

Finally Regulus finds a nice white collared shirt and a pair of black and white pinstripe pants that make Pandora’s legs look really long -- it’s a weird illusion that they’re obsessed with for some reason -- and they turn to him when he makes a sound of acknowledgement. They break out into a wild grin, “Oh you’re going as Beetlejuice.”

“You’re not making my hair green.”

Pandora laughs gently, “We’re not going to that extreme, no. But I know that I’ve got a matching jacket in there somewhere and we can borrow a tie from Evan. Dorcas can do your makeup.”

Dorcas nods, “You might have to Dora, since I’m working on Barty’s face and it’ll take a while, but we don’t have to put face paint on him. He’s so pale.”

Regulus hums, “I guess that works.” And he starts looking for the blazer that Pandora told him to look for, giving him specific instructions on where it might be. He pulls it out not longer after, about as Pandora is finishing up making their twin look a bit more… dead and tired. He gets up to go get changed into his costume that Pandora gave him and grab a tie for Regulus. Pandora coaxes Regulus into the desk chair and takes a second to clean the brushes before they begin working on his makeup.

By the time that they’re done, Regulus’ eyes are darkened and they’ve got some makeup to accentuate their pale complexion. They finish with him faster than Dorcas is done with Barty -- although she’s close -- and shortly after Evan comes in with a black tie that he hands to Regulus. He slips into the bathroom and changes into Pandora’s clothing, Barty quickly replacing him to get into his own costume. Not long after that, Dorcas and Pandora are finishing with their own makeup -- theirs is simple compared to the guys’ -- and are getting changed themselves.

Barty insists that they take shots -- other than Pandora and Dorcas -- and the group heads off into the two cars.

The party is… loud. That’s the first thing that Regulus can figure out from the pounding music that he can hear from just the outside. And Regulus is incredibly hesitant, but Pandora already has a grip on his left wrist and Barty holding onto his right, pulling him into the house that’s hosting the party.

There are a lot of people and Regulus is nearly immediately overwhelmbed, but he doesn’t get much time to process when Barty pulls him and Evan over to the the drinks table, giving Dorcas and Pandora the option to go with them in search of something non-alcoholic -- or something in low enough alcohol content that they can have one or two before having to drive. Before Regulus knows it, Barty is shoving a drink into his hand and grabbing another one for himself and another one for Evan. Then he’s letting go of Regulus’s wrist and disappearing.

And why is Regulus even shocked?

He sighs and makes his way out into the living room, thinking that he vaguely recognises the house but he isn’t sure why. Nonetheless, he finds himself in a corner, figuring that it’s the least busy of all of the areas of the room.

And that’s where Sirius finds him, standing with his drink that he’s taken about two sips of because he really doesn’t want to get drunk tonight. He’s wearing all brown with some black spots and he’s wearing a blue collar with a golden medallion -- albeit his costume is definitely not as modest as most would go for when dressing up as Scooby -- and he’s dragging Remus, who seems to be reluctantly wearing a white polo and a pair of jeans with a red bandana, just behind him.

“Reggie!” Sirius calls despite being a foot away from him, alcohol clearly in his movements, “I didn’t know you’d be coming.

Regulus hums, “I didn’t intend to come. I was forced here by my friends.”

“And why Beetlejuice?”

“Because it was the best thing that I could find in Pandora’s closet in the two hours we had before we left.” He looks bewteen his brother and his boyfriend, “I don’t like the implication of you two being Scooby and Fred.”

Remus hums, “I made that comment when we decided on the costume, but no one seemed to care.”

Sirius nods, “Because Scooby and Fred aren’t dating, we are, so it doesn’t even count.”

“Not sure that’s how that works,” Regulus sighs, “But whatever your logic says. Where’s the rest of your posse.”

“Dunno,” his brother shrugs, “Why? You don’t like them.”

Regulus shrugs, “I heard that Potter was forced to wear a skirt, and I want to see what embarrassment they’re making of themself.” He tries to play nonchalance and, where it wouldn’t normally pass by his brother, it does this time in his inebriated state. It doesn’t, however, seem to go over Remus’ head, going by the bemused smirk that he gives the younger. Regulus sneers at him when Sirius is distracted whipping his head to look around the room for his friends.

“They actually look pretty good,” Remus hums, “Sirius didn’t just dare them to wear a skirt.”

“Oh?”

Sirius nods like an excited dog, whipping his head around to look at Regulus again -- the movement makes him unsteady and Remus has to reach out and put his hand around his waist to stabilise him, “They went out with me the other day and I found a pretty red skirt.”

“And that makes it more than just them wearing a skirt, how?”

Remus smirks and speaks before his boyfriend is able to tell Regulus, “You’ll see. I’m sure you’ll find James around here somewhere, they tend to mosey around during parties, they like talking to as many people as possible.” And with that, he’s saying something to distract Sirius and pulling his boyfriend away from Regulus, leaving him alone once again.

Regulus spends the next handful of minutes watching the room, noting couples that are getting a little too handsy and watching in disgust as they slip out of the main room and into another one, making a mental note to not sit on the couch when he watches a girl straddle some guy dressed up as a demon. He finds Pandora talking to Lily and Mary -- Lily looks good in purple, and her hair makes her the perfect Daphne and Mary is dressed up as the Cheshire cat, which looks incredible -- near the glass doors that lead to the backyard. Dorcas and Marlene are flirting in a corner, dressed as Blossom and Buttercup respectively. Barty and Evan have disappeared somewhere but Regulus doesn’t care to look for them.

With that, he decides that he could use some air and heads for the back doors, passing Pandora on the way out and letting them know that he’s doing alright so far. It’s cool outside, a nice contrast to the heat of the inside, but not cold enough that Regulus is freezing -- the two layers of long sleeves helps, he can’t help but feel bad for Pandora and Dorcas as the night will continue to get colder and they’re just wearing short dresses and tights.

That’s where he sees them. Lounging in a hammock and talking to several people sitting around in camp chairs with a drink in their hand, is James. All he can see of them right now is the top of their bright orange jumper and their stupid red converse and a pair of orange socks that he’s not sure how long they truly are. They go over James’ knee and that’s all that he can tell.

Feeling a random burst of confidence that he can’t blame on the alcohol, he steps forward and heads towards the group of people. James sits up more at the sound of his approach, turning to him and giving him a broad smile. Regulus still can’t see the skirt, but he can see expanses of thigh as they throw their legs over the edge of the hammock.

What he can gather, however, is that the skirt is either incredibly short or riding up and their socks go to just above their knees. The oversized knit jumper falls over most of the skirt right now, but it leaves enough to Regulus’ imagination that he has to pause and take a breath, focusing on their face -- which is also a bad idea, since they’re smiling too genuinely and brightly at him.

“Hi Reg,” James smiles when he’s finally in close enough proximity, “Didn’t know you were coming to the party?”

“I was forced here by my friends, told them that I’d be here an hour and I can leave after that.”

“Oh so I don’t have much time with you, do I?” They hum, excusing themself from the group that they were talking to -- it doesn’t seem that anyone minds, considering they all just shrug it off and continue their conversation -- and they stand up, gently guiding Regulus over to a more secluded corner of the, frankly huge, backyard, near what seems to be a greenhouse.

They smile at him softly and open up to the door to the greenhouse, sliding the lock bolt into place behind them, “And you’re sure that we can come in here?” Regulus hums, taking a second to look around at all that’s growing. It’s mostly vegetables and berries, but Regulus is sure that he saw several flower beds out in the garden.

James huffs a small laugh, seemingly more sober than Regulus would think since their friends arrived after the party was already in full swing, “I figured you would remember my house. Mum locked it so people couldn’t come in here and ruin the plants, the only people that have keys to it are me, my parents, and Sirius. But I don’t think he'll be coming in here anytime soon.”

Regulus hums, “I thought the house looked familiar.” And James pulls a cord and several lights switch on, allowing Regulus to be able to properly see them. And fuck.

There James is, standing in and oversized jumper that overlaps a fucking bright red latex mini skirt. Tight fitting to James’ thighs and stopping just at the top of their thighs. Then the orange socks that are, surprisingly, doing something for Regulus. He’s sure that his mind has just thrown itself out of the window. And a part of him is suddenly upset that he’s wearing so many layers.

It’s only when James laughs, seemingly at his blatant staring, that Regulus is brought out of his reverie, “Aren’t you cold?”

They shrug, “I run hot, and I’m mostly covered. I mean, I’m wearing a jumper.” They take a step towards Regulus, “And I mean, you obviously think I’m hot right now.”

“That was horrible.” Regulus hums, straining himself to not grab at them, “I thought you knew how to flirt?”

“I do,” they smile, taking another step forward, “Maybe you just render me… useless.” Another step. It’s only at this point that Regulus notices the light makeup on their face. It’s not much, just some colour to their eyelids and a light tint to their lips.

“You’re wearing makeup.”

They shrug, not seeming to mind Regulus changing the topic and taking another step forward anyway, “Mary was having fun with doing our makeup, even though none of the Scooby Doo Gang have makeup other than Daphne. You’re also wearing makeup.”

“Pandora wanted me to look more ‘dead’ and Barty decided that I needed to look more ‘edgy’.”

“It looks good on you, Reg.” They smile, taking yet another step. Regulus hadn’t realised they were that far apart. In fact, he figured that when this whole thing started, they were merely a couple steps away but… he hadn’t realised how close they could be, and their distance from before…

He clears his throat and finally steels himself to start flirting back, deciding that he’s not going to sit there and just let James fluster him. That’s not how they are. Regulus insults, and James insults back. James flirts, and Regulus flirts back. James just hasn’t flirted with him this… intensely.

Or maybe that’s the mini skirt.

“How like Velma are you?” Regulus hums, feigning nonchalance.

James seems a bit taken aback, but they take another step forward. Still playing the game, “How do you mean? Wicked smart?”

“I mean, you could say that. But I also know that you’re not at all rational like her.” He shakes his head, “No, I’m more wondering if you’ll get on your knees for me if I had your glasses.” And this time it’s him that takes the step. They’re just a hair’s breadth away from being chest to chest and Regulus can watch in full detail as James’ pretty eyes widen. They’re at a loss for words, he can tell. So he grins, almost cruelly because he knows that James likes when he’s mean, “Maybe you’re not like Velma, I mean you definitely don’t seem super smart right now.”

They lick their lips, “I said that you make me useless.”

“I can see that.” The corner of his mouth goes up just a bit, “But you’d let me take care of you, right? If I make you so useless?” He can see them swallow, can watch their eyes flit over his face. Their arms tense at their sides, and Regulus understands. He wants nothing more than to touch but he’s not going to be the one to break.

Not when he has James in a latex mini skirt, staring at him like this, and clearly at a loss for words. Not when their eyes are widened just slightly and their lips have just a hint of shine to them. So he’s going to hold resolutely, and watch as the most confident person that he knows -- other than maybe Barty -- has been rendered speechless because of him. So as much as he wants to reach out and hold James, he holds back.

It’s a torturous wait, it could be minutes or hours Regulus wouldn’t know, before James finally gives in and raises their arm just a bit, watching his face. At his nod, they smile softly and reach up to grab at his waist, just gently resting their hands on him. His smile turns more gentle at the touch, and when they pull him towards them. It’s only when their bodies are touching nearly head to toe does Regulus let his hands drift up, one grasping at the jumper, nails nearly digging between the stitches, and the other going to their neck, “You’re so hesitant, Jamie. Do I really mess you up that much?”

James just hums, their eyes flitting over his face, “You’ve never let me do this before.”

Regulus smiles, “You’ve never given me the opportunity. And you’re always around my brother.”

“He’s made fun of me for my skirt,” James hums, their voice so quiet, “and now he and Remus are doing their own thing. I have no intention to be around him now.”

“Glad to know that I’m your priority.” He smiles, his hand dipping lower to brush over the edge of the sweater, feeling just a bit of the latex under his fingers, “Isn’t the skirt uncomfortable?”

James shrugs with one shoulder, their grip on his waist tightening, “Not as bad as I thought.”

“Probably helps that you’re wearing as little latex as you can.” And with that, his hand slips under their sweater, hands finding the top of the skirt and their skin. It’s hot under his hand, but he isn’t sure if that’s because they run warm or another reason.

James huffs a gentle laugh, “You should’ve been here earlier, I was flirting with everyone. Really feeling myself.”

“Are you sure I would want to see you earlier, if you were flirting with everyone?” Regulus hums, tightening his grip on their waist, “Why don’t you just show me now. I’m sure that you’ve had a couple drinks and that’ll make it easier.”

“‘M not drunk, I’ve only had half a beer in the last hour,” they shake their head passively, “And, we’ve gone over the fact that I can’t flirt with you.”

Regulus hums, feeling the compliment going to his head, “Then why would you even tempt me in the first place?”

They’re quiet for a second before they hum, looking over him with a different look, “You said you were only here for an hour, how much time until that’s up?”

Regulus shakes his head, “I told them at least an hour. Pandora promised that they would drive me back if I really wanted to leave after an hour.”

“And do you? Want to leave.”

The younger hums and makes a show of pulling back just enough to make a show of looking them up and down, “I think I could be convinced to stay.” And with that, he reaches up and grabs at their glasses.

James nearly whimpers at the motion, clearly understanding his implication, “Not in here, Reg.”

“Then where?” Glasses slide back onto their nose, Regulus making sure to not poke their eye or any other casualty.

“This is my house, Reg.” They hum, letting him straighten out their glasses, “I do have a bedroom here.”

“You don’t need to be a good host?”

They shake their head, “I don’t think anyone is going to care at this point. They can entertain themselves.” And with that, they’re pulling the cord to turn off the light in the greenhouse and pulling Regulus out of it and into the house. They’re quick to head up to James’ room, sneaking away from the noise of the main party.

It’s quieter in James’ room, what with it being all the way at the end of the second floor hallway, furthest away from the living room. James is quick to lock the door after shoving him into it, letting him take a second to take in the environment and remove his shoes before they’re crowding against him again.

“Fuck, your skirt.” Regulus hums, reaching down to rub over the sides of the skirt, feeling the uncomfortable fabric under his skin, “I’m going to have to thank Sirius later.”

“Pretty sure he’d figure out exactly what happened if you did that. And he might kill me.”

Regulus shrugs, “I can thank him for giving me blackmail material. Eitherway, we’re done talking about my brother.” James nods and guides Regulus to their bed, taking their glasses off and handing them to him before pushing him down onto the bed.

“You’re a fucking dork,” Regulus rolls his eyes, taking the glasses and gently closing them before moving to lay with his head on their pillows, putting the glasses on his chest. He watches with apt attention as James carefully crawls onto the bed, kicks their shoes off, and begins crawling towards him, feeling around both the bed and his body. It’s only when they’re almost entirely caging Regulus between their arms and their legs do their fingers finally brush over the cold frames and they make a sound, opening the glasses with one hand and slipping them onto his nose.

“Hi.”

Regulus smiles at them, taking a second to run his hands through James’ hair, “So good for me.”

And once again, James fucking whimpers -- a sound that Regulus decides he can quickly become addicted to -- and leans into his touch, “Boy.”

“Hm?” The younger asks, before understanding what they’re asking a moment later, “You’re okay with that?”

“Please.” They nod, “I’ll tell you if it’s not okay.”

“I’ll hold you to that, Jamie.” Regulus nods, letting his hand trail down from their hair to their back, itching down their spine before resting on the side of their hip, “Look at your pretty little skirt, how could you let other people see you with how short it is?”

James hums, “You know that I’m not shy about people seeing my body.”

“No, you’re not.” The younger hums, bringing his hand up to slowly slide the jumper further up their body, revealing the entire skirt and just a bit of their skin, splaying his hand out right there.

“But if you like it so much, maybe I should wear it more often.” James hums, letting Regulus push their chest to his with his free hand, leaving his hips in the air, legs straddling his, “I’ve been finding that I rather enjoy feminine clothes.”

“It looks good on you.” Regulus smiles genuinely, “What do you want to do tonight?”

“Whatever you want me to do.” At his look, they sigh, “I’ll obviously tell you to stop. Just do what you want, I’m yours.”

And that sends a thrill through Regulus, although that thrill quickly disappears when he realises what he wants them to do, “Fuck, if I had my strap…”

James hums, “To fuck me with?”

“To ride,” Regulus shakes his head, “I want to see you ride me in your costume.”

They seem to light up at the idea, “I have toys if you want… I know it will be different but…”

“Better than nothing.” Regulus hums, grabbing their arse before pushing them off of him, “Get what you need.” James nods and clambers off of him and off their bed, making a show of bending over in the skirt to reach their nightstand’s bottom drawer, letting the skirt ride up just enough to show the bottom of their arse. Regulus lets it distract him for only a moment before beginning to strip himself of his costume -- all of his current clothing belongs to Pandora and Evan, and he knows that they’ll kill him if he dirties them like this.

Actually, Evan would be weird about it. He and Barty have a weird obsession with having a threesome with Regulus.

He’s quick to discard his clothes, throwing them to a different part of the room, just as James is finishing grabbing what they need and crawling back onto the bed with him. Regulus takes the toy from them, setting it to the side and pulling them to properly straddle his hips, stripping them of their boxers quickly before grabbing the lube from him and reaching around them, letting his hands slip under the latex to find their entrance.

James hums when he inserts a finger, beginning to rock against Regulus’ body, making him hum, “Sweet baby, so unused to being touched here, yeah?” They nod, falling forward and letting their face hide in his shoulder. Regulus laughs and brings their free hand up to run through their hair, groaning at their frotting against him.

It’s a slow process, one that Regulus savours. He takes pleasure in slowly taking James apart, breaking them down to nothing more than whimpers and sighs and jumps of their hips against him as he continues to prep them. Finally, when they’re begging for more from him, he pulls his hand away and makes a show of lubing up the toy, making them slide back to sit on his thighs while he finds a comfortable place to hold the toy.

When he’s ready, he gestures to the toy in his hand, watching intently as James makes their own show of sinking down onto the toy -- red, because of course it is -- reaching down to put one of their hands on his chest and bringing the other one to pull the hem of their jumper up, holding it between their forearm and the bottom of their rib cage.

They don’t seem to have full movement, limited by the tight skirt, but it doesn’t seem to bother them as it becomes their one and only task to bounce on the toy, letting out soft sounds and leaning onto the arm that’s pressed into Regulus’ chest for support.

And Regulus? He’s more than happy, watching them be taken apart in clothes that drive him absolutely insane. Hearing their cute little punched out sounds with each movement. Knowing that he’s the one that gets to see James like this, that he’s the one that gets to actually touch and take them apart, and dig his nails into their thighs.

When they start slowing down and losing their rhythm, Regulus pushes himself to sit up. He moves his hands to encircle James’ waist, pushing up the angled hem of their jumper to have their hands splayed over the full spanse of their skin, grabbing hard enough to help them bounce on him, letting them rely on him for the brunt of their movements. With the change in position, they no longer rest their hand on his chest, instead they lean back and brace themself on his thigh, throwing their head back and starting to let out full moans.

“Good boy,” Regulus hums into their neck letting one of his hands slip up and pull the collar of the jumper down just enough to be able to mouth into their skin, biting and licking at it while the hand travels further up to grab a fistful of their hair, pulling it so their head is as far back as it can go, exposing their neck for him to trace up and making them let out a loud groan, “Such a sweet boy for me, being so good and pliant.”

“Reg, please.” They rasp out, their voice nothing more than a whisper.

“You sweet thing,” Regulus hums, almost mockingly, “I really do make you stupid, is that all you can say? Are you that cock hungry?” Their next moan of his name reverberates through his chest and straight to his cunt, “What, what do you want? Tell me, baby.”

“Touch me, please.” They manage after a couple seconds, clearly struggling to get their words together. Regulus hums and stops guiding their hips with his hand still on their waist, instead reaching down to grab their cock, taking time to work over it. Spreading their precum with his thumb before slowly working his hand along it, occasionally twisting his hand to drag one of his nails over the bottom side.

James’ motions change, now more rocking instead of bouncing, and Regulus lets his hand fall from their hair to their waist, pulling their body fully against his and guiding their movement. Regulus can feel the edge of the latex skirt pressing into his skin from how taught its being held with James’ spread thighs, and he can feel the slight uncomfortable catch of it against his and James’ skin but he can’t bother to care, not when James is falling forward and moaning and whimpering into his ear, entirely letting themself go in his hands.

It’s not long after that that they’re coming into his hand, letting out a moan muffled only by his shoulder and biting into it, their hips rutting erratically against him. Regulus helps them ride it out, bringing his hand from their waist to their hair once again, this time just running their fingers through the curls and taking his other hand from their cock, bringing it to stroke over their sides.

Only moments later, James pushes him to lay back against the bed. Then, they slide further to the foot of the bed until they’re almost entirely not touching Regulus, gingerly take their glasses, and put them just above Regulus’ crotch. Then they lean forward onto shaky elbows and make a show of crawling towards Regulus, their jumper slipping down their back once again to show off their bright red, latex covered arse and the sight drives Regulus crazy.

However, he still manages to reach forward and run his hands through their curls, understanding just what they’re doing, “Are you sure?”

James makes a noise that sounds like a mix between a hum of affirmation and a needy whine, “Want to please you.”

The younger has to take a moment to focus on the words, distracted momentarily by the hot breath against their cunt -- made cold by the chill air of the room rapidly chilling the wetness that’s been building up the entire night, “You’ve pleased me just by looking like this.”

“I don’t have to.” And they start to pull back.

But Regulus tightens his grip in their hair, “If you actually want to, I’m not going to say no. But I don’t want you to feel like you’re forced to.”

They shake their head, looking up at him in a way that would make their eyes widen, but they’re squinting. Regulus laughs softly and grabs their glasses to put them back on. But James stops them, “Don’t want them on, they’ll get in the way.” And fuck if that doesn’t send a thrill through Regulus that ends in electricity zipping through his cunt. So he gently closes the glasses again and moves them to a safe place where they’re out of the way.

James makes a noise of affirmation and makes a show of spreading his thighs, making eye contact with Regulus -- even if they can’t actually make out many details of his face right now -- until their lips are finally pressed against his cunt.

“James! Fuck,” Regulus cries out at the heat of their tongue when they finally lick over his slit. It’s almost searing with how different the temperature is and it’s too much in the best way. His words seem to encourage them, and they start to work their tongue over his slit, taking a couple seconds at a time to focus on his cock before moving back down.

And it feels divine, don’t get Regulus long. But he needs more. More of James, more of them in that tight red skirt that is riding up sinfully, more of their tattooed back that’s peeking past an orange jumper. More of the heat from their tongue.

More.

So he tightens his grip on their hair and pushes their face further into his crotch, letting out a moan when James finally slips their tongue past his folds. And Regulus is sure that he’s died and somehow got into heaven, because James isn’t holding back anymore, thrusting their tongue into him, periodically pulling back to come back to lick and suck at their cock before going back to licking inside him. It’s a dizzying sensation, one that Regulus doesn’t want to end, no matter how overwhelming it might be.

“So good for me, James.” Regulus breathes out, alternating between pulling at their curls and scratching at their scalp, “Such a good boy for me, yeah?” Which gets them to whine into his cunt, their grip on his thighs tightening to a point where he’s sure he’ll have bruises in the morning.

It’s not long before the heat coiling in his stomach begins to build and he’s losing control over the way that he holds James’ hair and he no longer has any sense of the words slipping from his lips, “Please, Jamie. ‘M so close.” Followed by a loud moan when they chuckle against him and reach up to slip a finger into him, going at an alternating pattern to their tongue, which is what finally sends him over the edge.

James helps him ride his orgasm out before gently prying away from his thighs, taking a couple deep breaths and collapsing nearly on top of him moments later. After a couple minutes, Regulus is gentle to lay them back against their bed, James letting him do as he pleases, and they take the time to slip the skirt -- by now it’s only sitting around their hips, having slowly ridden up throughout the night -- and rubbing his hands over where it has rubbed too harshly against their skin. He also reaches down to slowly remove their knee-highs, taking a second to mouth at the skin where it bulges over the tight fabric before sliding the socks down their legs. James hums gently, now just in the jumper.

After finishing with that, Regulus properly settles on the bed again, moving to sit between their legs once again like how he was before, beginning to gently rub his hands over their body in an attempt to help them come down. It’s then that James finally pushes themself up to sitting, with the help of Regulus, and takes the jumper off, which makes sense. Regulus figures that they’re warm and the jumper isn’t helping.

Then they’re taking him into their arms and pulling his body against theirs, “Thank you, Reg.”

“Mm,” Regulus hums, “If there weren’t people in your house, I’d take a shower with you, I feel gross.”

James laughs softly into his shoulder, “It’s getting late enough that most people will be leaving soon. Here soon, I’ll put some clothes back on and kick everyone out, then we can shower. Does that sound good?”

Regulus nods, letting himself drift off in their arms, warm and satiated. He barely registers James leaving his arms and standing up, putting on their jumper and a pair of pants -- they figure they can explain the costume change easier by explaining that they got cold and uncomfortable -- and heading into the rest of the house to tell everyone to leave.

Next thing he knows, they’re pulling him to stand up and leading him to the bathroom and helping him into the bath that they ran at some point. They don’t stay in the water for long, James quickly cleaning them off then helping Regulus out of the bath and back into their room and a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

He awakes in their arms the next morning, tired but rather happy as the events of the previous night begin to fill into his memory. When he turns around so his back is to James’ chest and he’s facing the room, he catches sight of the red skirt and the pinstripe suit set that he haphazardly threw the previous night.

He should probably text Pandora, to make sure they know he’s fully safe -- even if he figures that they can assume where he ended up -- but he’s not sure where his phone is and James tightens their arms against his waist, so he finds that he doesn’t really care that much.

What better way to spend your Halloween indeed.