For the @croptopjames fest | Implied Sexual Content (and general horniness) | around 700 words (maybe more that was pre-editing)
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James is dancing. Hands held high in the air in a way almost cruel to the crop top he’s wearing. Forcing it to tortuously stretch in an attempt to cover anything.
Any hint of modesty the top held before is gone and Regulus is using every ounce of his remaining self control not to jump him right there on the makeshift dance floor.
He leans further back against the wall and watches instead. Appreciates. Waits. Allows a small smile when James looks for him across the room. Lets the feeling sink warmly into his skin.
James has always liked being the centre of attention, thrives on it. Regulus doesn’t really understand but he can enjoy the view while James shines.
He likes to know that while everyone else can watch, and watching they are, James continues to choose him. They can watch as much as they want. He’s Regulus’ to touch and be touched by.
He waits until James is walking over to the drinks table to make his move. Gulps down the last of his drink and weaves through the crowd, appearing by James and taking his rightful place. Tucked into James’ side. “Hi, baby.”
He lets one hand slip around James’ waist and squeezes slightly in greeting. Well, more to feel him up, but Regulus never claimed to be a saint. Just pretends to be one sometimes.
He looks up through his eyelashes, puts on his most innocent face. “Wanna do a body shot with me?”
James laughs at the suddenness of the request. “Right now?” he looks back at his friends who have quickly accepted that James isn’t coming back anytime soon. “Sure.”
They stop off for James to grab a drink before making their way over to the kitchen. It’s already set up. Salt, tequila, and lime slices ready to be used.
James hops up onto the end of the counter easily. “So, how do you wanna do this?”
Regulus lets his smile turn a little devilish. “Lie down.”
He places one hand on James’ stomach and pushes gently until he lies back.
The line of James’s abs work as an excellent map for the salt, using far more than he needs to create a trail up his torso. He prompts James to open his mouth and places the lime, lets his fingers brush James’ lips before slowly pulling away.
He’d like to think that he pours the shot slowly to add tension but who is he kidding. He’s itching to be done. Barely processes it.
It’s easy to start licking up the salt just above the trail of hair on James’ stomach. He takes his time with it, keeps eye contact throughout and watches James’ pupils blow as he slowly licks up to the crop tops bottom. The crevices and muscles creating a whole world under his tongue.
He nearly keeps going, further up and up and then back down but he stops himself just in time. Downs the shot to distract himself and barely notices the burn as he swallows.
He can feel James’ eyes following him. Tracing the movement of him swallowing. Knows that if he makes eye contact again he’ll give up on this whole thing right now.
He leverages James’ shirt to pull him up slightly to bite the lime. Lets it act as the only barrier between their lips before stepping back. A string of saliva still attaching them together and he has to resist the urge to spit the lime out on the floor and dive back in.
He moves away to stop the thought, lets go of his hold on the oh so tempting crop top and turns away to throw the lime out. He takes a deep breath before turning back.
James had lain back down when the grip on his shirt disappeared, and is lying there still on the counter. Regulus’ thoughts momentarily turn away from his dick and become slightly more concerned that his small revenge broke his boyfriend.
The fear quickly dissipates when James jumps up to sitting, grinning as he does so, and encourages Regulus to stand between his legs. Leaning forward so that his lips are just a hair’s breadth from his ear. “The lucky thing about being the birthday boy is that my room is just down the hall.”
Regulus suddenly becomes very aware of the large bulge currently digging into his stomach.
He raises an eyebrow, even though James can’t see it, tries to act unimpressed. “Really?”
James pulls back to show off his very smug grin. “Really.”
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