#wtmt missing scene

”It was a good party,” James said through a yawn as he got into bed. ”Perhaps it should be a tradition from now on.” ”It was,” Regulus agreed, shifting closer to James and running a hand softly down his chest. ”Only perhaps without the giant slug next time.” James stifled a laugh, rolling over onto his side so he could look at his boyfriend. He still couldn’t believe they’d made it this far, that Regulus and Leo had agreed to move up to Scotland for him, and he felt a happy little stutter in his chest. He grinned widely. “Yeah, we should probably start taking some precautions when it comes to his accidental magic.” Regulus hummed in agreement as his dark grey eyes flicked down James’ body, “I’m just happy Lily’s friend was here so I finally found out what that stupid lion story was about.” James snorted softly, feeling a little sizzle of heat down his spine as Regulus’ fingers began to wander almost absently across his skin.  “He’s a funny one, isn’t he? Can’t quite figure him out.” “I think he might just be Scottish,” Regulus supplied unhelpfully, slipping a hand underneath the hem of James’ underwear. James felt himself starting to fatten by the sheer proximity of Regulus’ clever hands to his groin and he shifted a little, making more room. He thought about what Regulus had said, making a noncommittal noise. “You should hear Sirius talk about him,” James mumbled, his voice a little breathless. “Half the time I dunno if he wants to fight him or fuck him.” Regulus didn’t respond to that, shifting his body down and James spread his legs in anticipation, continuing almost absently as he was more focused on what Regulus was doing than what he was saying.  “I think he needs to get laid. Sirius, that is, I think it’d do him well.” Regulus huffed our a breath and when James looked down at him he could see his boyfriend’s eyes glinting back at him in the darkness, a little pull around his mouth as he curled his fingers around James’ cock, making him hiss out a moan. “Please don’t talk about my brother while I’m about to give you head,” he said primly and James bit his bottom lip, making a zipping motion over his mouth. Regulus shifted lower, lower, and James could feel the ghost of his breath against his erection, so close, when– “Daddy?” Regulus pulled away as if he’d burnt himself, hurriedly putting some distance between them as he sat himself up and James barely managed to resist a disappointed groin. He hastily tugged the duvet over himself, looking towards the door where Leo stood, clutching his stuffed lion against his chest.  “Yes, love?” Reg said, patting the bed next to him as he looked at his son. “Did you wake up?” Leo nodded quietly as he padded over the floor and towards the bed. He looked so very much like Regulus, James thought, the shock black hair and pale skin and serious expression. “Bad dream?” Regulus asked as he lifted the five-year-old up into the bed and Leo nodded mutely. “Want me to go back with you?” Leo shook his head and James exchanged a look with Regulus over the boy’s black mop of hair.  “Wanna sleep in here tonight?” James asked, and he could see the grateful flicker across Regulus’ face.  “Between you,” Leo said decisively, sliding himself in between the two of them and James shifted a little to the side to make room. “Of course,” he said, easily, ruffling the boy's hair. Leo settled between them with a little sigh, curling himself into Regulus who wrapped an arm protectively around him. “Thank you,” Regulus mouthed silently from the other side of the bed, but James merely smiled. He wouldn’t change it for the world.