KNOWING ME KNOWING YOU ⇒ jegulus one shots

"REGULUS BLACK, THIS IS THE PREFECT'S BATHROOM!"

Regulus looks up at him with begging grey eyes and James almost gives in before he firmly shakes his head. "No. Absolutely not," He says.

Regulus huffs. "Pleaseeee," He sings. "You won't even be that late for Charms if we start now," Regulus prompts.

James cups Regulus' face, kissing his lips softly before pulling away, the pad of his thumb resting on his lover's bottom lip. He shakes his head once more. "S'not you, it's the raging hormones. The Regulus that I know wouldn't be caught dead fucking in the prefect's toilets," James teases softly.

Regulus whines. "But Jamie, please!" He pleads, already tugging at his belt buckle. "M'so hornyyy, James," He moans. "Baby's making me want you so bad," He pulls James in by his shirt collar, pressing their bodies together. "Want you so bad right now, J," He whispers. "So, so bad, need you in me right now," He urges.

"Regulus Black, this is the prefect's bathroom!"

"James Potter, this is your pregnant boyfriend asking you to fuck him!" Regulus cries desperately, shifting his hips against' James' trousers with a soft whine. He looks almost embarrassed for a moment before, "Please, James, please. Need it so bad right now,"

James closes his eyes as he let's his hands find Regulus' hips and reconnects their lips gently. Regulus kisses back immediately but James only pulls away seconds later, much to Regulus' distress, pressing their foreheads together, James gazes into those large grey eyes.

"What if we hurt the baby?" He whispers as he let's his thumb stroke over Regulus' belly. "We won't hurt the baby, will we?"

Regulus shushes him softly, threading his long fingers through James' hair. "Notre tout-petit ira bien," He says in a hushed, breathy tone, dragging his fingers down to caress James' cheek.

Our little one will be just fine.

James curses under his breath. "Shut up, you know I love it when you put your little fancy accent on, even if I don't know what you're saying," He groans softly, cupping Regulus' body against his as he swiftly undoes his own belt buckle. "French is hot, Reg,"

Regulus and Sirius were taught French as children. They were practically fluent in it, much to their boyfriend's arousal. Even though James Potter and Remus Lupin may struggle to translate sometimes. Ergo, Sirius and Regulus tend to have conversations in their second language around their clueless lovers.

"Ils ne vont pas s'en prendre à," Sirius had tutted one day, sparing a glance at Regulus.

James had squinted, unsure of what they we're discussing. But Regulus had simply nodded, apparently agreeing with the statement his elder brother had made. Remus and James had shared a briefly confused glance, before Regulus had given his reply.

"Non, mais they're plutôt sexy analphabète, mais sexy,"

James had heard the phrase 'sexy' in Regulus' little purring French accent and that was all he had needed to hear that day. What else could Regulus possibly be saying about him in his and Sirius very public but private chats.

Regulus grins, smugly. "French is so hot," He agrees. He let's James enter quickly, his back pressed to the wall as he slowly raises up along it as James moves his hips. "Not as hot as you, though. You wanted this too, sweetheart. I'm just ambitious enough to make it happen," Regulus inhales sharply, arching his back.

The thrill is all within the ideology that anybody could walk in and catch them.

"Course I wanted it too, look at you! How could I not want it? But one of us has to be the sensible one here," James grunts as he tucks his head against Regulus' pretty neck. "One of us has to be the grown up here," He smirks, winking.

"Oh? Well then, we both failed," Regulus moans as he feels James start to nibble on his neck, sucking and trailing his tongue up along the sensitively thin skin. He feels his breath hitch within his throat as he groans. "Yes, yes, yes," He purrs, James' head still next to his next. "Oh God, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," He pants quickly, his words merging together as he begins curling his fingers through James' hair.

James is gentle and his touch is tender to the extent it makes Regulus feel sleepy as he repeats a murmured hum of, "Yes, oh fuck, yes, James, yes,"

"Fuck, so good for me, Reg," James mumbles with a sharp intake of breath as his tongue finds Regulus' mouth. "Mmmh," He grunts into the soft kiss.

They finish up and Regulus feels as though he is more than ready for his Defence Against The Dark Arts class. He leans against James, slumped in a post orgasm daze. "Mmh, that was nice," He murmurs, missing James' jaw softly.

James laughs quietly, letting his hand crawl towards his boyfriend's abdomen. "Yeah, darling, it was nice, wasn't it?"

Regulus hums in response, allowing James' hand to rub small circles on his belly. "Don't you have a Charms class to get to?" He muses softly, sparing a glance at James. "Wouldn't want you to fall behind," He grins cheekily.

James rolls his eyes. "I do have a Charms class to get to," He says. "But I'd rather stay in the bloody prefect's bathrooms with my baby mama," He teases. Regulus feels his cheeks heat up in a ripe pink blush. "Oh, c'mon, Reg! You love it really," He gently pokes his belly.

"I don't care how much you call me that, I won't say the words," Regulus huffs softly.

James chuckles. "Say it," He teases. "Come on, I wanna hear you say it. Say it for me, love," He insists.

Regulus grimaces, grey eyes meeting amused brown ones. "Fine," He grunts. "James Potter, you're my baby daddy," He physically cringes while rolling his eyes harshly.

James roars with laughter. "Don't forget it, mama!" He chuckles, helping Regulus to his feet before they have to part ways for another few hours until James can curl and tuck Regulus into his bed later on tonight.