#cheek

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Regulus was studying. Regulus was home for Christmas break his seventh year, and he was studying. He was alone, with James, who was less than a foot away from him for the first time in almost five months, and he was studying.

James was going crazy. He sat with his back against the arm of the couch, legs stretched out facing Regulus who was sitting on his feet, a heavy tomb in his lap, chewing on the end of his quill. He just looked so beautiful in the dim light from the table lamp and the warm flickering glow of the fire; his cheeks were pink from the heat of it and his hair was up in a messy, short, ponytail with flyaway sticking out from behind his ears. His eyes were dark and his brow drawn as he focused, and his lips just looked so good with the quill in between them. James could hardly keep himself from crying out.

Instead he slowly bent his knees, pulling his feet, and Regulus who was sat on them, closer to him. Regulus didn’t even look up as he was pulled slowly across the couch by James’ feet, but he did grumble a bit as James then stretched them back out again, leaving Regulus sat on his knees instead. He then definitely looked up as James bent his knees again, quickly this time, and Regulus was sent tumbling into James’ chest sideways just as he raised his quill to make a note.

“Wha- James!” He scolded, righting himself to sit over top of the older boy, anchoring one leg on either side of him. He gave him his best shot at a glare, which still looked somewhat amused. “I have NEWTs in a few months and an essay due the first week back to class. I’m supposed to be working.” He gave his best attempt at being stern.

“Exactly, your NEWTs aren’t for a few months, and you could probably write that essay in your sleep tonight if you tried hard enough.” He shifted again to stretch his legs out and lift his hips up to bump Regulus’ in a persuasive attempt to get him to drop his book where it was currently hanging off the side of the couch. When that didn’t work he looked up at Regulus with puppy dog eyes. “Please?” He pouted, and Regulus rolled his eyes but gave in anyway, because he loved this stupid Gryffindor and he was probably right about the essay. He leaned in to give him what was supposed to be a quick kiss, but James’ hand came up, one to cup his chin and the other pushing fingers through his hair. He let James tilt his chin and parted his lips, gasping into his mouth as his tongue swept over Regulus’ bottom lip. A heavy thud parted them as Regulus’ book did indeed drop to the floor and he reached down to pick it up. Carefully checking that his pages hadn’t ripped or crumpled, he closed the text and leaned to set it on the coffee table. When he turned back to James he was biting his lip trying to keep from laughing. 

“What is it?” Regulus asked, and James giggled.

“Your cheek, you studied too hard, you’re bleeding ink!” Laughing he licked his thumb and reached his hand up again to wipe the mark off but Regulus recoiled. 

“Gross, Potter, you’re wiping saliva on me.” James scoffed a laugh.

“Your tongue was in my mouth not two seconds ago!”

“And if you want to return to that you’ll keep your germy fingers away from me.”

“You didn’t seem to mind my germy fingers on you last night.” James smirked.

💞 Little Cheek-Squish Sketches (draft) 💞

Just some quick doodles of the boys getting their cheeks squished 🥺💕 I love how each of them reacts so differently— Mikey’s melting, Raph’s pretending he’s fine, Leo’s all flustered, and Donnie’s trying so hard to stay cool 😆