#captivate

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As you fall into a dream, I'm going to fill your entire body with a sexual healing light.

It will not only heal you but it will make you intensely horny and alive.

It will sexualize every inch of you, stimulating you in a deep place until it is stored for safekeeping inside you.

@jegulus-microfic May 9, Word count 472

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He was such an idiot. What had he been thinking? He only just remembered to dismount his broom before entering the castle. He hurried back up towards Gryffindor Tower, but just as he was passing the seventh floor he veered off and headed towards the come and go room. He needed space to calm down. If Sirius saw him now he'd know something was wrong.

When he got to the blank space of wall opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy and his tutu-wearing trolls, he paced back and forth thinking only of needing somewhere he could shower and clear his head. A simple wooden door materialised on the previously empty stretch of stone wall. He reached out and entered the room. 

There was a shower cubicle, a bath and a bench with a neatly folded pile of his own clothes. He sighed as he shut the door. He liked this room.

He stepped into the shower after stripping off his quidditch gear. The water was perfect, and the pressure was something else. There was a selection of shampoos, conditioners and body washes. He selected a few he liked the smell of and started washing his hair and body.

He was just about finished when the door opened. He froze, the only sound was the water from the shower still cascading down the drain. He turned it off and stuck a hand out of the shower to grab the towel he’d hung next to it. He didn’t have his wand at hand, he just hoped that whoever had come in wasn’t about to hex him when he was only in a towel. He also didn’t have his glasses, so he wouldn’t be able to see who was there anyway. 

He wrapped the towel firmly around his waist and stepped out of the shower. A figure stood before him. It seemed familiar. He’d thought for a second it was Sirius, but the posture was off. He snatched up his glasses from the bench and shoved them onto his face. They instantly misted up, so he was even more blind than he had been before. 

He pulled them off again and tried to clean them with his towel. Finally, they were clear enough for him to see through. Regulus stood before him, staring. James looked down, something about his chest seemed to captivate Regulus, but he couldn’t figure out what. 

“What, did I miss something?” He looked down at his chest again, swiping his hands across the water droplets that clung there. But he couldn’t find anything amiss. Regulus let out a low moan. 

“What?” James said again. Regulus strode forward and pressed his hands against James’s bare chest. 

“Fuck sake,” Regulus's voice was thin. James stared at him confused. And then those molten silver eyes looked up at him and James stopped breathing. 

Captivate