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Amorentia & Ecstasy ( Jegulus 🌶️)

Amorentia & Ecstasy
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When James first entered the Slytherin common room, his first thought was that Slytherin parties were nothing like those in Gryffindor tower. Whereas Gryffindor parties were warm and merry and bright, the Slytherin common room was cold and dark and sensual, almost as if there was a tangible cloud of hedonism hanging over the green and silver room. Everywhere James looked, there were green-tied seniors grinding against one another in manners so lewd and erotic that they sent all the blood in James' body rushing straight to his dick.

James fought back a groan as he caught sight of Crouch and Rosier all over each other on a settee in the corner of the room. A pale hand yanking harshly on dark hair, Rosier's pink lips sucking viciously at the pulse point on the shorter boy's neck, an arched back, broken, breathy moans and glassy eyes clouded with lust. James didn't know whether to look away or ask to join.

James croaked a soft 'fuck' and averted his eyes with a sharp intake of breath. This hadn't been part of the plan. When Gryffindor had lost the quidditch game earlier that day, the lot of them had been livid. Smug words and wicked grins from the Slytherin team had done nothing but add fuel to a raging furnace. It had been quite a bad match. Gryffindor had been good, no doubt about it, but the Slytherins had been on top form. But nothing and nobody had infuriated James more than a certain Black boy had.

Regulus Arcturus Black had been a menace on the field. He was an unstoppable, immovable, unshakable force. He flew with the grace of an angel and played with a fervor not unlike the devil. He was unparalleled and he was untouchable and James hadn't been sure whether he wanted to kill him or kiss him.

The individual teams were pretty evenly matched but James wasn't sure there would ever again be a seeker quite like Regulus Black. He had demolished them on the field and James wasn't sure whether it was fury or desire that the smirk Regulus had shot him after the match had ignited in his gut.

Whatever it was hadn't managed to erase the embarrassment that the loss had come with. So James had snuck into their common room when he had supposed they would all be too drunk to remember their own names, with the intention of pranking them so hard that anything he had ever done before would pale largely in comparison.

But James hadn't expected the Slytherin rave to be so bewitching. Not even the fifth years were anywhere to be found. Sixth and seventh years, however, were draped over all manner of furniture. From low bookcases to dark, oak wood tables, no matter which direction James turned his attention in, all he could see was skin on flushed skin and mouth on unapologetic mouth.

No, Gryffindor parties were nothing like this.

In a last ditch effort to shake himself out of whatever trance he had entered, a very frustrated James had shaken his head perhaps a tad violently before looking up in the direction of the dorms he had intended to go into the entire time. In retrospect, that had been a mistake. Because when he looked up, he had locked eyes with the last person he had hoped to encounter that evening.

A messy haired Regulus Black with his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows and tie completely undone quirked a dark eyebrow at James, likely questioning his presence in the rival commons. But James, truth be told, barely registered it. All he could see was Regulus' pink lips grazing a sixth year's throat lazily, slim ringed fingers tangled in the blonde boy's hair and one thigh between the legs of the utterly debauched looking boy.