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Regulus Black hated. He hated a lot usually, but now he saw red. Although, he did feel a little better after he bitch slapped his boyfriend. Sorry, ex-boyfriend. Regulus was walking furiously out of his ex Barty's apartment building, seething. But he tried not to think about what had happened as he made his way to the local club.

It was probably around 11pm as he walked into the club. Regulus wanted a drink, so he made a beeline to the bar and ordered 3 shots. The bartender gave him an interested look. Judgemental, probably because of the amount of alcohol he was consuming. Interested, probably because of Regulus' appearance. He knew he looked good. Regulus had just been... pretty, ever since he could remember. It was a combination of his precise but delicate features, his curly black hair, fair skin, the way that his eyes sparkled like the sun on the ocean.  

He smirked ever so slightly as the bartender looked him up and down, noticing the man's muscular build. He was tall, built. And those biceps, god, Regulus struggled to rip his damn eyes off of them. His red shirt clung to its owners physique, outlining the shape of his arms and chest. Regulus' eyes snapped off of the man's body and onto his face. Tanned, brown skin, eyes like honey and sweet like it too. Regulus gave the bartender a slight nod as he did his first shot. 

The man leant against the bar, bracing it with his hands and making the veins pop. "Want me to start a tab for you this evenin' pretty boy?" The bartender said, the flirtatiousness in his voice as clear as day. 

Regulus nodded and did the second shot. And the third. Being relatively small, Regulus knew that he wouldn't need that much more to start feeling dizzy. "Three more please barkeep," Regulus said with a polite and a little bit innocent smile. The bartender nodded and turned to grab the drink. He set the next three shots don on the bar. 

"Hey, mind if I do one with you?" The man behind the bar said. 

"I don't mind at all," Regulus smirked. He picked up the glass and cleared it away nicely. The bartender did the same. Regulus could definitely feel the effects now. He leant with his elbows on the bar, innocently looking up at the bartender, who smiled, albeit maybe a little bit condescendingly, back down at him. 

"Feeling it already, huh?" The man behind the bar asked. Regulus looked down a little embarrassed and let out a small huff of laughter. "Lightweight," The bartender murmured cheekily under his breath. Regulus' bright eyes snapped up. 

"I am not! Its been a long day, anyway," He returned. Regulus noticed then how slurred his speech was, he hadn't realised it before. "Hey, um, what time does your shift finish?" Regulus asked, a hint of something... suggestive in his eyes as he looked up at the tall man.

The bartender glanced down at his watch. "12am. Why, got somethin in store for me beautiful?" He smirked. "I'm James," The bartender told Regulus, golden eyes boring down into his.

Regulus' cheeks blushed a light rose colour and he grinned, the alcohol making his responses harder to control. "If you're up for it," He said smiling.

"Give me 20 minutes," The bartender - James, says, throwing Regulus a wink. For the next 20 minutes, James provided Regulus with shot after shot, until Regulus was, mildly humiliatingly, literally aching for this man to finish his shift. Every time James caught his eye, Regulus felt his drunkenness and his desire overwhelming him. By this point, he didn't even feel particularly angry about Barty anymore. Just pathetic and needy for a taste of what this golden man had to offer.

Time passed. 20 minutes apparently, because soon, James leant practically over Regulus and smirked. "So..." 

The world span as Regulus looked up at him. Damn this man for being impossible to say no to, Regulus wouldn't be so drunk if he weren't so... delicious.

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Regulus looked up at the man expectantly, eyes innocent, delicately tracing the rim of the shot glass in his hand. “So..” Regulus said. 

James turned around and poured himself a few shots, clearing them away impressively fast. “What?” James said as Regulus looked at him, mildly concerned at the speed that he’d done the shots. “I’m just trying to get on your level,” James playfully told him.

Regulus could only let out a little laugh, almost nervously excited as James looked down at him. Then, the bartender reached towards Regulus and delicately, so delicately, traced the contours of his face. He ran his fingers across Regulus’ jaw and down to his neck. Regulus looked up, trying to keep composure, glaring a challenge into James’ honey brown eyes.

James obviously noticed this. Painfully slowly, James’ hand began to wrap around Regulus’ throat. Not squeezing, no pressure at all. Just the presence was enough to make Regulus squirm. 

"Don’t tease," Regulus said.

"Tease? Me?" James looked down at Regulus with humour in his eyes. "Sweetheart, you’ve got it all wrong. I’m just having a closer look. Now wait here, i’ll come round." 

As James turned to leave, Regulus waited patiently, applying some clear lipgloss. He was trying to impress, after all. After a few minutes, he felt the same golden hand around his neck. Completely melting into the touch, Regulus tilted his head back, guided by the hand around his throat, until the back of his head collided with James’ chest. Regulus looked up, innocently smiling. 

“Come dance with me,” Regulus said, sliding off of the bar stool and tugging James’ arm. James followed him onto the dance floor, wordless, but grinning the whole time. 

As they stepped onto the dance floor, James’ hands immediately snaked their way onto Regulus’ hips. Regulus smiled up at him, letting the music guide his movements. They danced for a while, Regulus slowly making his movements more… suggestive. He turned his back to James and moved his hips. In such a way that James had to grip onto Regulus’ waist to keep his body against him.

As Regulus kept these movements up, James let out a dangerously sexy groan. “You need to stop that, little one," He warned.

Regulus looked up and grinned. 

“Stop what?” 

James grinned that delicious grin again as Regulus looked up at him, pupils dilated from a combination of the alcohol and the darkness. James knew what he wanted, of course.

Regulus continued to move freely, the world spinning around him. But then he felt a sharp tug in his hair which, embarrassingly, caused him to let out a small whine. He turned around to look at James who had his hand tangled in Regulus’ dark curls.

“Didn’t I tell you to stop?” James asked condescendingly, a small smirk on his face. Regulus was too in awe of James, what he was saying was making Regulus’ heart pound. He didn’t speak, only stared up completely entranced by this man.

James leaned down to Regulus’ ear, so close that Regulus could feel the warmth of his breath. He shivered. "Better," James whispered slowly into Regulus’ ear. He brought his face round to face Regulus and gave his hair a sharp tug again, so as to get Regulus to pay attention to him. He already was, of course, but the noise James got out of it was nice.

Regulus leaned up, so desperate to be touched, kissed by this man. Anything from this man would be fine, actually. 

And then Regulus actually almost moaned because James was kissing him. He’d swiftly moved and crashed his lips against Regulus’, letting out a gruff chuckle at Regulus’ surprised reaction. Regulus couldn’t help but let out a needy little sound as James pushed his tongue between his lips, demanding. 

Oh god, this man would kill him. 

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Now, it's not like Regulus was surprised at the fact that James was kissing him, because, lets be honest, Regulus got what he wanted, when he wanted it. He was just pretty like that. But he was surprised at how good it was.

James was attractive, very, so he supposed he should have expected it to be good. But this kiss was making Regulus feel things. James must have known what Regulus wanted, I mean, he was literally begging James to stick his tongue down his throat. But it was like James knew him. 

Regulus didn't know how long the kissing went on for, one of James' hands remained tight on Regulus' waist, the other gripping his neck to move him. But god, was it good. James was just the right amount of rough, letting out low, amused noises whenever he gave Regulus' hair a particularly hard tug and Regulus whined pathetically. 

After what was probably a couple of minutes, Regulus had to pull away to catch his breath. James kept his grip on Regulus' waist tight, and stared down at him. He looked smug. A stupidly attractive smirk tugged at his lips as he looked at Regulus, who was sweaty and blushing. Regulus grinned. James, apparently, liked this a lot, because his smirk stretched into a devilish grin too.

"Come on," James said, pulling Regulus behind him by the wrist as he walked off of the dancefloor, big strides that Regulus struggled to keep up with, stumbling in his drunken state. Regulus didn't know where James was taking him. Regulus didn't care where James was taking him. 

Regulus was pretty sure he'd leave wherever they were headed struggling to walk. Hopefully.

James turned around and nodded his head towards a door, the bathroom door, gesturing Regulus to go in first. He did, once again stumbling slightly as James let go of his wrist. James followed inside the bathroom.

Regulus heard the door click shut, then he felt... he felt James' hands on him again. On his neck, a firmer grip than before. And the other hand on his stomach, pushing him roughly into the wall. Regulus almost moaned, but managed to compose himself. James, being quite a bit taller than Regulus, loomed over him, a darker look in his eyes. The smirk was still there though. 

"Fuck," Regulus whispered, trying not to laugh at the irony of the situation. What had be been doing just hours before? Shouting at his boyfriend.  Now he was here. 

James leaned down, moving Regulus' head to the side so that he could access his neck. James let his breath ghost over Regulus' ear, whispering, "That is the plan, little one." He slowly began to kiss Regulus' neck, which slowly turned more into biting and sucking. Regulus wanted marks. Then, for some nonsensical reason, Regulus said something.

"I broke up with my boyfriend like an hour ago," Regulus blurted.

James looked up from his ministrations, still, somehow, looking smug. "Oh, you did?" He said, Regulus couldn't tell if it was meant to be mocking or not. "Is this still okay?" James asked.

Regulus nodded like a lovesick puppy. James grinned his stupid grin again.

"I still don't know your name, y'know," James said lowly as his hands slowly, slowly snaked down Regulus' body, settling low on his hips as he waited for an answer. 

"Regulus," He answered, looking up at James, probably looking desperate and a little stupid.

"Pretty," James said with a smile, and as he stared at Regulus, his hands moved to the smaller boy's belt. Regulus was feeling too dazed to care about looking, so he just stared at James, who had soon removed his belt. James then guided Regulus, who was like butter in his grip, towards the bathroom sink. Regulus smiled when he saw himself in the mirror, looking like he was about to go insane if he didn't have this man's dick in him within the next 5 minutes.

"I've  got a feeling you know what to do now," said James, and Regulus could hear the smirk in his voice. Regulus did, to be fair, know what James meant.

He braced his hands on either side of the sink, breathing heavy and letting his head drip down momentarily. Regulus heard another clink of metal as, presumably, James took off his belt. He then felt those hands around his waist again, and James pressing close to him, pulling his ass against him.

James had clearly dropped his jeans, because Regulus could feel it. He could literally feel how big James' dick was as he pressed it against the smaller boy. Regulus looked up at James in the mirror, who, he was correct in thinking, was now just in his shirt and boxers. Boxers which were absolutely tenting because of the size of that thing. Regulus and James made eye contact and Regulus couldn't help but blush. 

"I know what you're thinking. It'll fit," James said with an almost cruelly amused glint in his eye. That is exactly what Regulus had been thinking. James' hands slowly worked off Regulus' trousers, and they dropped to the floor at his ankles. "You're pretty. I think I might keep you," James said, condescending, as he gave Regulus' ass a firm tap before pulling his boxers off too.

"Good," Regulus managed, albeit a little strained. James' hands started to knead Regulus' ass.

"So perfect," James mused, like he was talking to himself. Then, Regulus felt that familiar push against his hole, uncomfortable at first, but he didn't care much. He knew the risk was worth the reward. Regulus' head dropped, making his black curls fall over his face. James' finger insistently pushed, pushed, until the pretty little ass accepted it. Regulus bit his lip to stifle a moan. 

Regulus then felt another slap to his ass. He whined.  

"Stop biting your lip. The noises are gonna be what tells me how good it feels, because you wont be able to speak," James almost warns. He moves his finger inside regulus, slowly at first. After a minute or so, James, a little rougher this time, pushed another finger in. This made Regulus whine. He gripped onto the bathroom counter tighter.

Just then, Regulus had a thought that scared him a little. Or excited him, he wasn't sure. "What if someone comes in??" He asked, looking up at James in the mirror. Regulus breathed harder as James moved his fingers just a little faster, scissoring them to stretch out Regulus' tight little ass.

"Then they'll see you getting ruined, little one," James grinned. Regulus'  heart beat faster at the worry that someone might walk in and see them. But James' words alone were almost enough to make him forget about that.

"I'm ready," Regulus managed, just managed,  because as he spoke, James curled his fingers, pressing them deep against Regulus' prostate, making him outright moan. 

"Yeah?" James asked wickedly. Regulus just nodded. He saw James discard his boxers, and let out a shaky breath when he saw what they'd been covering. 

God, he'd take that anytime, anywhere. 

Regulus couldn't help but moan as he felt the tip of James' rock hard cock against his ass, gently, at first, pressing in. His grip on the counter made his knuckles white, and he bit his lip again. Only to stop almost immediately when James reached up to roughly pull his hair. James pushed deeper, the stretch got more intense. Regulus looked into the mirror and saw James looking at him, as if to check if he was okay. Regulus nodded. 

James grinned, and slammed his hips forward hard.

Regulus opened his mouth to let out a moan but no sound left it. His body was jolted forward because of the powerful thrust. Powerful thrusts which kept on coming, every one sending pleasure whipping through Regulus' body as James' huge cock moved in and out of him. No lube made it uncomfortable at first, but as James' cock started hitting Regulus' prostate with acute accuracy with every thrust, Regulus soon forgot about the discomfort. 

Actually, Regulus soon forgot about pretty much everything. James let out pleasured grunts every so often, his grip on Regulus' waist becoming tighter.

"Fuck, you're so tight," James practically growled.

Regulus was out of it. This pleasure combined with the dizziness of the alcohol was adding up to be, he was pretty sure, the best day of his life.

James was relentless. The power of his movements was consistent, jolting Regulus' almost boneless form forwards with every thrust. Regulus' breathing was shallow, his moans becoming more like pathetic little whines. He didn't know how much more of this he could take.  The pleasure was getting almost too much. 

This moment, where Regulus was sure he would come at any moment, was when Regulus' mind brought him back to the thought of someone walking in and seeing him like this. Although this time, the thought induced more excitement than nerve. It was this that brought him over the edge. 

Regulus' mind went blank as he came, his legs going weak and his whole body tensing, he let out a throaty whine. His pale arms were shaking, fighting to keep him up so he didn't collapse onto the sink. But James wasn't done yet. He kept thrusting roughly into Regulus, kept going until he let out a satisfied groan and Regulus felt  the familiar warm feeling inside him. He let out an unstable breath as James pulled out.

Regulus pulled his head up to look at James in the mirror. He was grinning, of course he was. Regulus let out an amused sound.

"You're good," Regulus breathed, regaining enough composure to stand up properly. "Or, your cock is, at least," Regulus said with a smirk.

"Don't give me that attitude, little one," James returned. "Now get dressed, I have to get back to work. My shift doesn't actually finish till 2," He smiled.

Regulus and James both began to put their clothes back on. 

"Do me a favour?" James asked, pausing with his hand on the doorhandle. 

Regulus nodded expectantly. 

"Tell your boyfriend, well, ex boyfriend, that you're taken." He said these last words with an amused tone, like he knew that it would give Regulus that feeling all over again. 

"Am I?" Regulus looked up at James innocently, which he really had no right to do, considering what they had just done.

James, ridiculously quickly, curled one of his hands around Regulus' neck once again, tilting his head up. 

"Did you seriously just ask me that, little one?" Honey eyes met silver.

”Well, what if I don’t-" Regulus started, before he was interrupted.

"I want you to be taken." James almost demanded. 

 "’I want’ doesn’t get, James," Regulus stares up at him. 

"It does for me," James gave him a ridiculous smirk and squeezed his neck just a little tighter.