CANNONBALL ⇒ jegulus

THIRTY FOUR

"You'll have to go again soon," Regulus mumbles sleepily later that same evening as he lays still in James' strong arms, the pair curled against the back of Regulus' sofa, their limbs interwoven as James gently strokes Regulus' bump.

Regulus knows that he's secretly and privately trying to cox some sort of movement out of their son, but he doesn't make James aware that he knows exactly what the older man is up to.

James nods. "I know, I know," He murmurs, his tone tired and slightly groggy; as if the two had been sleeping. They hadn't. They are merely drunk on the feeling of a new found comfort within one another. He snuggles closer to Regulus, his chest presses against Regulus' back. "But I don't think I want to, though," He whispers softly.

Regulus rolls to face James. He squints at him. "Mmh? You have to, stupid," He mutters as James gently pecks his lips. "We can't be too domesticated, y'know, we still haven't figured this," Regulus gestures between the two of them. "Out properly,"

"S'figured out," James reassures him. "I mean, I love you, you love me, we love the sprog, the sprog loves us. What more could we want, mmh? It doesn't have to be unsimple. It's simplistic now, Reg,"

Regulus sighs, looking up at James. "James, I need you to be serious right now. Can you do that for me, eh?"

James chuckles softly. "Oh, I can do anything for you," He mumbles. "All for you," He focuses his attention back towards Regulus' belly, stroking gently against the taunt skin, hoping and praying for a small reaction to come his way.

Regulus hums as he let's it go, allowing James to simply become and grow affectionate with his bump. He let's his own, much smaller hand fall to collide with James'. "He should start kicking in a little bit, I think he's sleeping,"

James arches an eyebrow. "Oh?" He grins faintly. He looks down to Regulus' bump, the t-shirt he's wearing ridden up, presenting his belly to them both.

"Come on, little love, wake up for daddy, eh? I've been dying to feel you moving about, m'sure mummy's sick of it though, have you been keeping him awake while I was gone? With all your moving around?" James coxes gently.

Regulus smiles. They lay still for a moment before Regulus leans upwards and connects their lips together, James deepening the kiss as he wraps Regulus up while his other hand remains pressed to his belly, holding the younger man close to his chest.

As if on queue, detecting that he has lost the attention of both of his parents; their son kicks softly, the fluttering feeling endearing Regulus like it usually does while James seems to gasp into the kiss before pulling away, lips swollen and red as the blood flows and rushes to them.

"Oh! He's doing it!" James smiles wildly, his eyes alive and sparkling as he instantly cups Regulus' bump, beaming from ear to ear as he does so.

Regulus grins at him, at the excitement and adoration that is plastering James' face. "He is, he really is," He replies.

"This is amazing, God, that's incredible," James whispers, his voice awe struck and floaty, blissfully happy. He let's his hands roam along Regulus' skin before glancing back up towards him. "You're incredible, you know that right? This is happening right inside of you, wow, that's....fuck, you're brilliant,"

Regulus feels himself blush, the tip of his nose and the surface of his cheeks creeping with a faint pink blush. Before he can stammer a reply, before he can even begin to explain to James that he is anything but brilliant or incredible or whatever else words James plans to use as a description for him, James speaks once more, his voice much clearer and less whimsical now.