#sunseekerkiller

regulus/barty/james | explicit | 4k words | threesome, knifeplay, dom/sub

Curious, Regulus lifts the knife to his lips, licking remnants of sauce off the flat of the blade. He drags the motion out, all the way to the sharp point, leaving the metallic surface with a flick of his tongue.

It’s a successful experiment. James’ chest rises with his next inhale, throat bobbing as he swallows. Regulus smiles to himself, bringing the knife back to his tongue.

barty/james/regulus | explicit | 3.7k words | threesome feat. dom!barty and brat!james | bdsm themes

“You smoke?” Barty asks him between drags. James is looking somewhere around his lips.

“No,” James says, stepping closer to Barty, away from the door and the much safer bet of his friends inside.

Barty quirks a brow. “You just like the smell?”

“No.”

“The ambiance?”

“No.” He’s in Barty’s space now, crowding him against the side of the building without quite touching him, the length of the cigarette in Barty’s fingers measuring the distance between them. Like this, it becomes clear that he and James are almost the exact same height.

Barty grins, cigarette held between his teeth. He reaches out to grab hold of James’ hips, flipping them around to reverse their positions and press James’ back against the wall. James allows it, though Barty can feel the tension hit his muscles as he loses whatever upper hand he stupidly believed he had.

“Ah,” Barty says, as if reaching a new realization. “I know what it is.” Leaving one hand at James’ waist, he snakes the other up the narrow space between their bodies to recapture the cigarette with two fingers. “You like the burn.”