#wrote La7 ikmishak as 'lah'

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need more arab jeggy,, like immediately. as in picture me with my hands together on my knees asking for it

layla its 1:15 am this is all ur getting from me rn. mature towards the ending. it's p much james chasing reg and riling him up and he ends up catching him ofc hehe <3 also idk iv been up since like before 6 am today so idk if things don't make sense don't ask me

James grins at him—a full-toothed smile that stretches wide across his face—edged sharp at the corners, with mischief folded between the creases of his eyes. He leans forward to place both his palms on the dining table, the very piece of furniture that remains the only thing separating them, all the while smiling that damned smile that doesn’t hold a sliver of earnest intent. “Lah ikmishak.” Drawled out like the taunt it is.

Regulus scowls and steps back in a vain attempt to increase the distance between them, the crease between his brows furrowing itself deeper at the realization there’s nowhere else for him to go when all he feels touch his back is the stupid living room wall. “Quiet, kalb.” It’s barely above a hiss, caught and slurred between his gritting teeth. James coos at the sound of it, pretends to lunge forward, and chuckles when the movement makes Regulus jolt in place.

“I’m sorry, habibi, what was that? Qalbi, is it?” He inches to the left, slowly, like a predator rounding its prey, and grins even more manic when Regulus startles to the right. “You’re so sweet, calling me such sweet things. I’m so lucky to have you, did you know?”

This is fucking ridiculous, playing some bootleg form of tag in their living room out of all places just because Regulus dotingly nibbled on James’ ear. James, of course, can’t be normal when it comes to reciprocating any loving gestures and has been hellbent on catching Regulus to show what a real bite is supposed to look like. 

“Tell me, rouhi,” James starts, stepping to the left again and forcing Regulus back to the center, “is it sweet to pinch your boyfriend, hm?”

(Maybe he’s omitted the part where he pinched James in his panic and refused to apologize. This, of course, only proved to be a further incentive for whatever retaliation strategy James has brewed by now.)

“James,” Regulus warns. His heart rattles heavily in his chest, muscles coiled like a spring as he warily eyes each subtle movement. “Stop this.”

“Stop what?” James innocently asks as he raps his knuckles against the wooden tabletop, not nearly as fast as the drum-frantic thrum of Regulus’ pulse. “I mean, I’m not doing anything other than wondering why my other half is so far away and keeps running.”

“You know why,” Regulus hisses.

“Do I? I have no idea. Does he not love me anymore?” In all theatric dramatics, James gasps, putting a hand over his heart. “Is that it? So soon before the wedding too?”

Regulus feels like tearing out his hair. “It was one accidental pinch. One. You smack my bottom all the time—”

“—and I have been so good to you too,” James exclaims with exaggerated flair. “The best. I even made you knafeh.” Evidently store-bought with the way the plastic bag has dropped off the counter and not properly stuffed in the garbage bin, but he’s never been one to let up. 

“You’re insane, clinically insane.” Regulus needs to go to Euphemia and ask for a refund. “Pretending like you got that for us even though you plan to eat it all by yourself. I’m lactose intolerant I can’t even have that.” As petulant as it may sound, Regulus will always love James’ excitement for food, even when he doesn’t feel as strongly about anything that’s overwhelmingly sweet (other than James and his tooth-rotting charming attempts that is).

James falls quiet for all but two seconds before he gives a solemn nod. “I see.”

“See? See what? What are you seeing right now? How mad you are?”

“Yes,” James agrees. “Mad in love.”

In an alternative universe, Regulus is gagging at the cheesiness of it all. In this one, however, he can’t help but blush.

“I simply must win you back again.”

“Oh, for fuck’s s—” The words break off into a high-pitched sound when James lunges at him across the table, hand outstretched. Regulus only manages three, long steps away from him until he feels two strong arms wrap around his center. 

He’s pushed onto the couch face-first. A warm palm slips underneath his shirt, fingers splaying over his abdomen as a soft mouth touches the shell of his ear, hot breath fanning over the flushed skin. 

“It’s cute,” he murmurs, “you thinking you can escape me.”

“James—”

A broad, wet tongue that drags down the curve of his neck hushes him just right. The hand inside his shirt trails up higher and gently pinches one of his nipples in a way that makes Regulus keen.

There’s the shape of James’ grin pressed against the side of his neck as he whispers, “Try and run from me now, rouhi.”

#answered #wrote La7 ikmishak as 'lah' #idk how right that is #idk what this is #the word play with kalb and like. kkalb #hehehehehe