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My Best Friend Regulus

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Being Regulus's best friend had meant some crazy situations, especially since I was a muggle born. So, when he'd asked me to his private prefects room, I'd expected something wild, instead of a fairly normal confession.

"You're gay?" I asked.

"I don't know what that means," Regulus said, fiddling with his fingers.

"It means you're only sexually and romantically attracted to men," I told him.

"Then yes," he said and took a shaky breath.

"Hey, Reg, you don't need to worry, I'm not mad. Thanks for telling me," I smiled at him awkwardly.

"You don't think I'm strange?" He asked.

"No, no way, I mean I like boys too," I said casually.

"But you just broke up with Alana from Hufflepuff," he stuttered.

"Yeah, I like both," I said.

"Both, do I like both," he considered a moment. "No, no, only guys."

"So, you feeling better?" I asked, and my hand landed on his shoulder. Something sparked there. We were different now.

"Not quite, there's something else I need to show you," he said in a whisper.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," I told him gently.

"I want to, I've wanted to see for a while," he said shyly. I got a weird feeling in my gut when he was shy or meek. Something stirred in me and I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

He disappeared into his bathroom for a moment. I ran a hand through my hair. I had no idea he was gay. I'd been curious about him for a long time. I'd worried my hopes were unfounded, that my crush could never work, but now. Things were different. I'd only ever dated others to not think about how much I wanted my best friend.

He came out and I gulped. His thin waist was on display in a pink crop top. He wore a tiny black skater skirt. He had on thigh-high stockings and I had to make a fist to force myself not to rip them off.

"I like to dress this way," he said nervously, swishing his skirt sheepishly.

"Regulus, this is a bit too much," I said, my breathing labored.

"Sorry, I know I'm weird," he said covering his face with his large hands.

"Not weird, sexy," I whispered.

"What?" He demanded, and rushed over to me, pressing his slender body against me. "You want to fuck me?"

"Woah, that was a fast switch," I said.

"I have such a big crush on you. I think of you when I dress like this, and my thingy gets so hard," he moaned and I felt him grow hard against me and it was so hard to take.

"You like me?" I asked.

"Yeah, a lot, I want you to pump my ass full of cum, I'm so horny all the time for you. I'm practically always leaking," he said.

"Wow, Reg, I didn't know how you felt," I said. "I definitely want to fuck you."

"Can I take off my clothes?" He asked.