it's always yes with you

Regulus used to hate work meetings. Even when they moved to Zoom and he could log on at home, he found them a colossal waste of his time.

Until James, that is.

Until James and that damned red harness with gold hardware. Beautiful against tanned, lean-muscled skin. A leather collar around his neck and a belt around his middle. Straps over his shoulder, just shy of gold hoops through his nipples.

Until James crawled on all fours beneath Regulus’ desk and put sure hands on his knees to push them apart and make room in-between. He settled himself there, cheek on Regulus’ thigh, while Regulus stroked his hair.

This is their new routine. Not always, but often enough that Regulus has started muting himself by default when a meeting starts.

Now, his fingers fist in dark curls, tugging James away from where he mouths at Regulus’ rapidly filling cock through the fabric of his joggers. He shimmies them down enough to free himself, then grips the base and taps the tip against James’ parted lips.

“This is a ten minute meeting. Not long. So be good, yes?”

James nods, opens his mouth, and moans when Regulus’ cock slides along his tongue and down the back of his throat. Regulus’ hand holds him down, and James makes a low noise. He chokes, but doesn’t try to pull back.

“Breathe through your nose, James. And stay.”

“—we think Regulus is best suited to discuss this proposal.”

Regulus reaches to unmute himself, fingers of his other hand tight in James’ hair. It’s not easy to talk numbers and case statistics with his cock down James’ tight throat, but it’s a testament to his own strength that he makes it through nearly five minutes of discussion without losing his train of thought.

There are a few times he mutes himself while a partner talks. It’s during these brief moments that he tugs at James’ hair, urging to move, and God, James is drooling all over him, chin wet with spit. When Regulus glances down, he sees the small puddle forming on the marble floor where James’ cock leaks steady and in earnest.

The meeting takes longer than ten minutes. There’s too much fucking discussion, and Regulus’ patience wears thin. Don’t they know he has a beautiful man on his knees before him? Don’t they know he has better things to do? He has James to do, for fuck’s sake.

When James reaches to touch himself, Regulus snaps, “No,” and James whimpers, gags around Regulus’ cock still down his throat, and there are tears in his eyes, threatening to fall.

A gorgeous, wonderful mess, Regulus thinks. A masterpiece of his own making.

He thumbs James’ tear off his cheek and says, softly, “I’m almost done. You’re being such a good boy. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

James moans, loud and obscene, and the vibration of his throat makes Regulus swear. He grabs the edge of his desk, knuckles white. “Fuck.”

And because he’s a menace, James moans again. Keeps Regulus deep down his throat and makes terrible, awful, beautiful sounds, until Regulus is rolling his hips up, trying to fuck deeper into James’ mouth.

“Christ,” he mutters. He wants to do is look away from his screen but he can’t. So all he can do is feel, which is somehow worse. It’s warm and wet, James drooling all over him, and the tightness of James’ throat is mind numbing.

“Please,” James whimpers when Regulus pulls him off to breathe.

“Please what?”

James’ eyes are glassy. “I want to come. Please. Let me.”

Regulus shifts his gaze back to the meeting. It’s winding down, more pleasantries now than anything. So he says, “Yes,” and James swallows him down again, reaches between his own legs and sobs at the touch, finally.

When the meeting ends, Regulus turns to James. Tears on his cheeks and lips swollen red, he’s beautiful. Regulus tells him as much, tender fingers in his curls, and when James moans with renewed vigor, his eyes rolling back, Regulus leans forward and whispers, dark and low, “You did so well. But be a good boy and come for me, James.”

It’s enough to push James over the edge, and his whole body shakes when he comes all over his hand, all over marble floors. The sight is enough for the scattered threads of Regulus’ own orgasm to pull taut, and he comes down James’ throat with a broken groan.

James pulls off of him with a dazed, satiated expression on his face. “Do you only have one meeting today?”

“No. I have another in an hour.”