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Wedding night

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Daily-sh Dose of Misha

Easy is so beautiful...

James turned him around, grabbing his arm and kissing him fiercely. It was an overwhelming kiss. It was everything at once. Sweet, sour, bitter, soft, strong—

Regulus could feel James’ tongue slip into his own mouth, the wetness feeling like heaven. He wanted more, so he pushed. Pushing, pushing, pushing. James seemed to have gotten the memo,, as he became faster. More kissing, less breathing. It was as if Regulus’ darkest fantasies coming true.

James then snaked a hand around his waist, dragging it gently down to the rem of his pants. He hovered it around his zipper, as if asking for permission. Regulus nodded frantically, because his mouth could not utter a single word right now other than more.

James immediately unzipped, slipping it in. His hand toyed with the rem of Regulus’ underwear, teasing gently. Regulus groaned, mind still chanting more, more, more.

James was probably a seer. Perhaps that is why he knew exactly what Regulus wanted, because the hand was now touching. Where? Well, everywhere. It was in contact with him, and Regulus felt himself shudder. He could feel himself get shaky, legs a bit wobbly as he almost fell, caught by a strong, warm hand leaving his arm and encircling his waist, pulling him up. 

“Jaime—“ Regulus rasped out, breathless from all of it.

“Hush, love.” James’ mouth had now left his lips, and before Regulus could protest it was on his jaw, kissing, biting, nibbling. He could feel himself practically shivering, but he did not protest. Why would he? He was in heaven.

James’s mouth travelled to his ears, where it seemed to stay for longer than anywhere else. James used his tongue to lick his lobe, sucking on it as it moved upwards, teeth grazing on the cartilage. Regulus didn’t realise when he had tilted his head for James to perform easily, it moved on its own accord. One hand working in his pants, the other clutching his waist.

The sinful mouth of his did everything Regulus could ever want and more as it travelled down, down, down. Regulus couldn’t comprehend everything happening, as it was all too quiet. The only sounds were shuffling of their bodies and the occasional sound Regulus tried very hard to bite down. 

The hand would sometimes move, and sometimes it wouldn’t. It was like James was trying to focus at one thing at a time, and Regulus didn’t like it. He wanted James everywhere.

“Jaime—don’t stop—“ he choked out, trying very hard to make out words in his brain. They seem to have done the trick however, as James’ hands begun once again, a large grin plastered onto his face.

“Baby, don’t worry—“ James cooed, leaning closer to his ear once again, biting at it. 

“I’m not leaving until I see you come.” He whispered, and Regulus didn’t even bother to hide the moan that left his mouth, leaving James far too smiley. He tilted his neck, allowing more of James.

Regulus felt warm. James’ hands were everywhere, touching everything, at all times. Regulus didn’t want it to end. James’ lips were soft, planting wet kisses all around his neck. The occasional bite would make Regulus gasp ever so slightly, and James would only go deeper.