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The meeting with the private investigator had been clearly bound to disappoint Sirius from the start, the grim, apologetic twist to Alastor Moody’s mouth indicating he had not, despite what Sirius might have preferred, been about to present him with an address and an envelope of photographs of his missing little brother, healthy and happy.
Instead, he’d gruffly informed him that everyone he’d tried to speak to had stonewalled him, and that he’d failed to track down an address, or much of anything at all that indicated where Regulus was or what he was doing. He’d been able to provide Sirius with a photocopied university transcript - impressive grades in art and english literature, and Sirius’ chest had ached at the thought of his swot of a little brother finally doing something he wanted instead of whatever was expected of him - but no indication of where Regulus had gone once he’d finished six months ago, or where he’d lived during university, or any friends who might be receptive to Sirius’ pleas for information.
He had provided him with a website address too, scrawled on the back of an old napkin; and had cleared his throat uncomfortably as he’d handed it over.
“I’ve not checked it myself,” he’d admitted, “but one of the acquaintances I spoke to seemed pretty sure this was your best shot at finding him and getting him to talk to you. I’ll keep digging for as long as you keep paying me, but to be entirely frank with you, Black, the well is running dry. I don’t think he’s going to be found unless he wants to be found.”
Sirius stared down at the address now, sat in the lavish office that had once been his and Regulus’ father’s; and he threw back the last few fingers of his glass of whiskey before booting up his computer.
He pushed the sleeves of his shirt up before typing in the address - and today had been a shit day, the idiots his parents had put on the company board proving themselves to be empty headed sycophants once again, and as soon as Sirius got rid of them he was going to get so fucking drunk and not go into the company building for a week - and wet his lips as he watched it load; before going rigid in his chair, staring at the page displayed before him.
18+ Only. £10 flat viewing fee; no returns on banning. Rabbit is currently: LIVE.
The design of the page was curiously elegant, minimalist and well laid out to draw attention to the main information; but it also displayed a couple of photographs that had Sirius’ mouth drying out.
That couldn’t- that couldn’t be Regulus. Not the photograph on the left of the screen - sat neatly on his knees, feet tucked under his bare arse, displaying the intricate lattice of thick red rope binding his torso and tying his arms securely behind his back. His hair was bound in a loose braid, and he had his head turned just enough to reveal the profile of his mouth and chin where the photograph otherwise cropped out his face; and Sirius’ eyes dragged down the column of his pale throat, which was clad in a red leather collar - and certainly not the one on the right, which Sirius was… struggling to look away from.
Regulus- whoever it was, was splayed out on a silk-draped mattress, dressed in dark grey boxer briefs and a too-big tshirt. The pants were rucked up into the crease when his thighs met his pelvis, so every inch of creamy thigh was on display, and the triangle between them was emphasised, and pulled the eye toward it; and they had, he could only assume, caught the hem of the shirt between their teeth, tugging the fabric up to expose the length of their torso and a generous glimpse of their breasts, pert and full in a way that made Sirius’ palms itch.
Fuck. Both photographs were risque, not necessarily showing anything, but they were also just- fuck.
Sirius swallowed hard, and looked down at the button that would take him to the next page - a little black box outlined in silver which proudly declared FtM femboy. He/Him. Transphobia and misgendering will lead to an immediate ban - and after a moment of hesitation clicked on it; and then bit his tongue as he was directed to create a username and password, and then to input his payment information so he could pay for entry.
He could stop, he reminded himself, halfway through entering the number on his personal card. He could close the page, and wait to see if Alastor found anything else. Could go track down Regulus’ old school friends himself. Could accept that his little brother clearly didn’t want to be found, and if it had been different he would have come to Sirius already, because his rise to take over the family business hadn’t exactly flown under the radar.
He didn’t stop. He entered his CVC, and chose the username ‘P4DF00T’, and clicked through to the stream.
The sight that greeted him made him moan weakly, and instinctively drop a hand between his legs to press the heel of his palm against his rapidly filling cock.
There was a chat moving to the left of the screen - moving almost too quick to follow, but Sirius glimpsed a lot of uses of the word ‘slut’, and was torn between rage and arousal - and there were donation buttons with information on the right; but he could barely tear his eyes from the video itself.
The boy on screen had managed to angle his camera so it captured him from his full, pouting mouth all the way down to his knees; and he was completely naked, gasping and writhing in his chair as one hand firmly fondled one of his breasts, pulling roughly at the nipple, and the other worked between his thighs, pushing two fingers inside his cunt while he held a vibrating bullet against his clit.
He didn’t want it to be Regulus - and at the same time he did, desperately - but he recognised the smattering of freckles on his hip, where the picture of him in his underwear had had them covered. The freckles looked the same as they had done all Sirius’ life; like if you sat with a pen and connected them all together, they’d create a constellation remarkably similar to Canis Major.
“Fuck,” he whispered, and watched his little brother push a third finger inside himself, and the string of donations that followed, viewers throwing money at Regulus for the addition; and he pushed down on his cock harder, praying the pressure would miraculously relieve some of the ache.
God, but his screen name was Rabbit. It was right there, mapped out in swirling calligraphy in green and silver at the top of the screen.
Sirius had started calling him Rabbit when he’d first come out to him and told him the name he’d chosen. A perfect name for his adorable little brother, and a way to avoid deadnaming him without outing him to their parents.
And now a bunch of fucking voyeurs were using that nickname to tell Regulus to spank his own cunt, or wrap his fingers around his throat, or moan some phrase or someone’s name.
The idea of the last part made his blood fucking boil; but before his anger could fully form enough for him to try to do something about it, there was a ding from the screen, a notification cutting through Regulus’ panting little moans that someone had paid £100 for a TTS message; and the mechanical voice played through the speakers.
“ That’s it babygirl. Open yourself up for me princess. ”
Sirius watched his little brother tense, and his chin drop from where he’d had it tossed back while he fingered himself; and his mouth went dry as he observed Regulus pulling his fingers free of his dripping cunt and turning off the bullet, before he shifted closer to the screen.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?”
The rough, mocking tone of voice made Sirius shiver, and squeeze his cock through his trousers; and Regulus scoffed softly, and clearly shook his head, braid clipping into view as it swung with the movement.
“What, you found my stream, saw the button that said ‘if you misgender me I’ll ban you’, and thought… I’d change my mind? That you could call me fucking princess and I’d brush it off because you sent me a hundred quid? I make more than that when I do streams fully fucking clothed, why the fuck would I let you off with that?”
The chat was going insane, more donations rolling in, a chorus of ‘this is so hot’ and several people calling Regulus ‘daddy’, and clearly getting off on his domineering tone; and Sirius swallowed as he listened to Regulus snort, soft and derisive.
“Have fun with your hand and your imagination, dickhead. Get out of my fucking stream.”
He typed something off camera, and a silly little animation popped up in the corner of the screen depicting a dark haired boy in a bunny mask smacking an enormous mallet into the ground, before leaning on it as a bubble-lettered ‘BANNED’ popped up over his head; and Sirius bit his tongue as a grin spread across his face.
The chat kept going, kept throwing money at him; but for a second, Sirius was just… stuck on memories of the little brother he’d known as a teenager, shy and serious but secretly silly, drawing cartoons in the margins of Sirius’ textbooks whenever he left them unattended.
“There you are, baby,” he breathed; and watched Regulus sink back into his chair, and run a palm down his torso, from his collarbones down his sternum to stroke his fingertips around his navel, and then down to brush over his clit.
He suddenly, desperately wanted to see the rest of Regulus’ face, to see his eyes, to see if they were the same shade of captivating, stormy grey they’d been when they were teenagers. This anonymous show wasn’t enough; he needed to see his face.
“Last ten minutes, everyone,” Regulus murmured, voice low and sultry, as he used his first two fingers to part the folds of his pussy and put his wet hole on display. “Apologies for the interruption, but if you wanted anything from the end of this now’s the time to ask. Highest donation wins as always; or hottest, so be creative for me, alright?”
His head tilted, and the camera showed just enough of his mouth to display the teasing little grin that spread across it; and as he pressed his fingers back inside himself again the stream began to light up with more donations, messages requesting he say their names, or insult them, or use a particular toy to coax out his orgasm.
Regulus addressed some of them, teasing a couple of the higher donators as they requested, fucking himself slowly while his other hand fondled his chest and slipped up to wrap around his throat, squeezing lightly before he returned to pulling and pinching at his nipples; and another sound alert played, accompanied this time by another of the little cartoon Regulus animations, this one performing a little jump of celebration.
“Scream my name when you finish,” the mechanical voice demanded, G1LD3D_LH’s message highlighted at the top of the chat with a note that he’d donated £200; and the tone, even dampened by the text to speech, immediately pissed Sirius off.
He clenched his jaw as he watched Regulus exhale a little laugh, and tease that the viewer in question would have to tell him what his name was if he wanted it screamed; unless he expected Regulus to scream gilded l h, which wouldn’t be particularly sexy.
He was typing at his keyboard before he could think twice; and swallowed thickly as he watched his own message come up, accompanied by the same animation and alert.
“No,” stated the TTS flatly, with his username displayed beneath, and under that a highlighted donated £500!
He watched Regulus falter, and then drag his bottom lip through his teeth.
“Well then what do you want me to say instead, Padfoot? Unless you don’t want me to say anything at all, and you’d like me to fetch my ball gag.” His words had a torrent of enthusiastic support flooding the chat, and Sirius groaned, and squeezed his cock, closing his eyes for a moment as he imagined it; before he lifted a hand back to his keyboard, and then hesitated.
Fuck, what was he doing?
He acknowledged, as he stared at his naked little brother and kept one hand tight around his rock hard dick, that it was probably too late to stop now; and wet his lips before he typed another message.
“ Hyungnim. I want you to say Hyungnim when you come, Rabbit, ” the TTS intoned, with a note that Sirius had sent another £500; and he watched Regulus gasp, seemingly involuntarily shoving his fingers deeper inside himself while his other hand tightened around the tit he’d been fondling and his shoulders went tense with surprise.
He melted just as quickly as he’d frozen, and started to fuck himself harder, faster, forcing three fingers inside himself roughly while he set the other hand back at his throat, squeezing just enough that Sirius could see the indents of his fingers in the skin; and he panted, and whined, voice getting higher and higher as he got closer to coming, and Sirius was squeezing his cock hard enough that it hurt-
And Regulus’ spine arched as he cried out, and sobbed hyungnim just like Sirius had asked him to, had paid him to; and he squirted around his still-thrusting fingers, spilling over his hand and the chair beneath him.
Donations poured in as Sirius’ little brother panted heavily, and drew his fingers back out of himself, lazily wiping them over his thighs and his chest; and Sirius couldn’t fucking breathe, resisting the urge to buck into his own grip and chase his orgasm in the wake of his little brother coming.
“Fuck,” Regulus exhaled, soft and laughing, before he sat up and leaned toward his camera again. “Well, thank you to everyone who’s watching, and thank you for all the donations. Next stream will be the same time next week, but there should be more photos up on Friday. I’m still looking for a new professional photographer, but I know you all like the self portraits just fine.”
His tone was light, and teasing, a little grin pulling at a corner of his mouth, and for a second Sirius was convinced he was just… not going to address his request; but then he fidgeted in a familiar nervous habit Sirius remembered from living with him, and dragged his bottom lip through his teeth.
“Padfoot, stay on this page; I’m going to get cleaned up and then move you into a private video chat.”
There were immediate protests in the chat, and a last slew of donations, before the video feed went dark and was then replaced with an offline card; and Sirius stared at the screen, heart in his throat, completely unprepared for whatever the fuck was going to happen next.
Fuck. Would Regulus be angry with him? He was angry with him, because telling him to come while saying the Korean for ‘older brother’ was not exactly the reunion he’d anticipated or really been angling for.
Sirius cleared his throat, and rolled his sleeves up properly before reaching to undo another button at his chest; and then redoing it, only to undo it again. He brushed his hands through his hair, and readjusted himself in his seat - and his hard cock in his pants - and then froze, and asked himself what the fuck he was doing.
Jesus. This was his brother.
He poured himself a fresh glass of whiskey, and took a large gulp, before sitting back in his chair to wait.
Sirius wasn’t left waiting very long at all, and his fingers clenched around his glass as the screen changed to a far simpler one, no chat box or artful lettering, just a little white cartoon rabbit in the top right corner and the video feed taking up the majority of the screen.
The feed clicked on; and his baby brother stared back at him, hair untied and loose around his shoulders while he’d shrugged into an oversized band tshirt that looked vaguely familiar.
“You can turn on your mic and camera, Sirius. There’s an option at the bottom of the screen,” Regulus told him flatly, hiking an unimpressed eyebrow up at him; and Sirius winced, and rushed to do what he’d said, setting aside his glass.
He watched a little window pop up in the bottom left, showing what he assumed Regulus could see, Sirius leaning forward in his chair; and exhaled, as he watched Reg drink in the sight of him silently.
“Hi,” he offered weakly; and Regulus let out a little snort.
“You don’t think we’re a little past ‘hi’? Hyungnim? You know if you were striving for subtlety you fucked that up when you used your teenage nickname for your username upon signing up.” Regulus’ expression was sardonic, head tilted, and Sirius huffed softly, frowning back at him.
“I didn’t want to waste time coming up with something, Reg, I was trying to find you. I’ve been trying to find you, I… this was the only lead I got.”
It felt like a weak excuse in the grand scheme of things, considering his still-hard cock and his inability to get the memory of what Regulus had looked like while touching himself out of his mind; and his little brother pursed his lips, squinting back at him.
“It’s been three years. I would have thought you’d found more than this long before now.”
Sirius clenched his jaw, and shook his head.
“They- they told me you went back to Korea. That you didn’t want to see me. I sent you letters, I tried to get in contact with you, but you never…” He trailed off, and swallowed thickly; and on screen Regulus crossed his arms over his chest, tight and defensive.
“So why now? Why’d you suddenly start trying to find me? Half my friends have been approached by some guy with a fucking eyepatch; I’m assuming you sent him.”
“Private investigator,”Sirius confirmed weakly, and wet his lips, shaking his head. “After they died I went to go get you. Thought… thought with them gone I could bring you home, and you could be comfortable, could come out without having to worry about them, but- God, Arcturus had no idea what I was talking about. That’s when it clicked that I’d been lied to.”
“I came out when I was eighteen,” Regulus informed him, voice cold, made only chillier coming through the speakers of his computer “and they kicked me out. Told me if I ever darkened their doorstop again they’d fucking kill me.”
Sirius stared at him, blood running cold, and then hot with utter fury; and Regulus sighed, and sank back into his chair, pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping both arms around them as he studied Sirius through the screen.
His legs were bare. Sirius’ eyes were glued to them.
“And this?” Regulus asked softly. “Sure, you couldn’t find me, but someone gave you the address for this website; you must have known what it was from the first page. You could have clicked out of the stream, looked up my contact information on the other pages, tried my fucking business email. You didn’t have to watch.”
“You call yourself Rabbit,” Sirius blurted, unable to help himself, and Regulus scowled back at him.
“And you told me to come while calling for you. Jesus, Sirius. Were you getting off while you were watching, too?”
Sirius swallowed thickly, and was suddenly unable to speak, just stuck staring at Regulus and his bare fucking knees; and the scowl slid off his face, replaced by a flash of confusion, before his head tilted, and his eyes flit over Sirius pensively.
“Were you?” He asked in a far softer murmur, a little of his sensual tone from his stream bleeding into his voice. “Did you touch yourself while you watched me, Sirius? Did it get you hard to see me touching myself?”
Sirius had to bite his tongue against a low groan, and resist pressing a hand back against his cock, the way Regulus was speaking to him only serving to send the blood rushing back to his dick where he’d otherwise started to soften as they’d talked; and he watched Regulus’ eyes flash, and his tongue dart out to wet his lips.
“Did you come, hyungnim?”
The low purr of his voice was fucking irresistable, and Sirius squeezed his eyes shut - because he had to, because he couldn’t keep looking at his legs and thinking about the rest of him, what he looked like under that fucking shirt, about his slutty little waist and his perfect tits and his wet, gorgeous cunt - and shook his head roughly; and heard Regulus coo at his response.
“That doesn’t seem fair, hyungnim. You made me come, after all; made me squirt. Seems only fair that you get to finish too.”
“Reg,” Sirius ground out, peeling his eyes open to stare at him, to fucking plead with him; but Regulus just dragged his bottom lip through his teeth.
“Get your cock out, Sirius. And push your chair back; I want to see it.”
He should say no. He should tell Regulus no, and end the video chat, and then find his business email like he’d mentioned and email him tomorrow morning to arrange to meet, to- to do anything other than this. It felt so much more intense without the pretence of anonymity, with Regulus fully aware who he was, and Sirius able to see his face. He should say no.
Sirius shoved his chair back from the desk, just enough that his crotch was visible in the little window that showed what his camera could see, and obediently pulled open his trousers to pull out his aching cock; and groaned when he had his fingers around it, head dropping back, expression creasing at finally touching himself properly.
“Fuck,” he heard Regulus murmur, followed by a shaky exhale and the squeak of him shifting in his chair; and Sirius just wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock, just- holding himself, and taking deep breaths as he forced his eyes open to look at him.
He’d moved his chair back to match Sirius, and put his legs down, so Sirius now had a clear view of the insides of his thighs - and could now see that rather than a blank canvas, on the outside of his left thigh he had a tattoo of some kind, tendrils or tentacles swirling over the top of his leg while more dark ink disappeared up under the hem of the shirt - and he could also see his tshirt fully, and make out the half-faded Led Zeppelin logo.
Sirius had to choke back a groan.
Their mother had hated that tshirt; had called it obscene. Sirius had forgotten it under his bed when he’d run away at sixteen, and when he’d returned to the house at twenty had failed to find it again; except now Regulus was wearing it, was fisting the hand not trailing his fingers over the top of his thigh in the loose fabric at his sternum and tugging the hem up just enough that Sirius’ breath caught, and he was stuck staring at the apex of his thighs, waiting impatiently for him to put his cunt on display.
“We shouldn’t be doing this, Reg,” he protested weakly, but couldn’t stop staring, waiting; and Regulus hummed softly.
“Are you gonna tell eomeoni on me, hyungnim? You gonna get me in trouble?”
Regulus’ voice was soft, and he lifted the shirt higher, showing off the triangle of curls between his legs and the pink folds of his cunt; and then kept tugging, until Sirius could see the smudged evidence of whatever body paint he’d used to hide his tattoos - and had washed off when he’d cleaned up, though clearly not all of it, and fuck, Sirius was desperate to see what other tattoos he had - and then higher still, until his fist was over his shoulder and Sirius could see the undersides of his tits.
His mouth fucking watered, and he couldn’t stop the groan that slipped out of him this time.
“You’re my little brother,” he rasped, and tore his eyes from Regulus’ torso to meet his gaze instead; and Regulus stared back through his eyelashes, head tilted.
“Your little brother wants to watch you get off, Sirius. If you don’t want to, you should probably leave.”
They both knew he wasn’t going to; and Sirius exhaled roughly, before wetting his lips and giving his cock a first, firm stoke.
He didn’t bother even trying to bite back his next groan, thumbing roughly at the head of his cock as he squeezed lightly and his eyes devoured every inch of the boy on display for him; and he watched Regulus’ eyes dilate, watched him work his bottom lip between his teeth and then slip the hand that had been resting on his thigh between his legs instead to run light fingers over his cunt.
“Is that how you like it, hyungnim?” Regulus asked in a murmur, pressing his fingertips against his clit and rubbing teasing circles against it before sliding them down between his folds, dragging firmly over his hole. “Gentle? You like to tease it out?”
Sirius huffed at him, eyes locked on Regulus’ hand between his legs, and continued to stroke his cock slowly, just barely twisting his wrist as he reached the head.
“Just figured you didn’t want this to be over before its even fucking begun, Rabbit,” he muttered, the old nickname rolling off his tongue instinctively; and Regulus whined, and slumped back against the back of his chair, head lolling back while he hooked his thumb in the hem of his tshirt to pull it the rest of the way up, so Sirius had the full, glorious view of him from his collarbones to his knees.
“Shit, Reg,” he whimpered, and worked his hand a little faster, tightening his grip a little more while Regulus pushed his middle finger inside himself.
“Tell me,” Regulus panted, “tell me what you’re thinking. Tell me what you want, Sirius.”
He fucked himself slowly, pressing the heel of his palm against his clit as he thrust his finger into his cunt, panting and arching his spine as he worked himself over; and Sirius worked his jaw, and felt a little like something snapped inside him. Something like a leash, maybe; and now he was free, there was nothing that could stop him speaking.
“I want you, little brother,” he almost growled, stroking himself faster and no longer bothering with the teasing, committing to chasing his orgasm as Regulus clearly pursued his own. “Want to smack your hand away and give you my fingers instead. You grew up so fucking pretty, Reg, so little; there’s no way your fingers are enough. Fuck, I bet you’re desperate for something more substantial, aren’t you sweetheart? Would love to take your hyungnim’s fingers. To let me open your gorgeous little pussy up for my cock.”
Regulus gasped, and his expression scrunched, brow creasing as he fidgeted in his seat and pushed another finger inside himself, fucking himself faster, and hard enough that Sirius could hear it now, the wet noises of him pushing his fingers inside; and Sirius bit down on his tongue, and painstakingly adjusted his pace on his cock, so every time Regulus pushed his fingers into his cunt he stroked down his shaft, grip tight and slick with precome.
Like this he could almost imagine he was inside him; and Regulus whimpered as he clearly noticed what he was doing, and thought the same thing.
“You want to fuck me, Sirius?” He panted the question, and caught at his bottom lip with his teeth - and Sirius wanted to do that. He wanted to be responsible for the red flush of his lips, to bite down until the bottom one was swollen and sensitive - and readjusted the hand holding his shirt out of the way so he could cup one of his tits in his palm and squeeze. “You want to touch me? You want to take over, hyungnim?”
The way Regulus kept calling him that, kept saying it over and over, felt like it was going to drive Sirius completely mad; and he exhaled a rough little laugh, tipping his head back against the back of his chair as his eyes dragged over the length of Regulus’ body.
“I want to take care of you,” he corrected him, fingers tightening around his cock, “but yes, baby, I want to fuck you. Jesus, look at you; I’ve never seen anyone so fucking gorgeous.”
“God,” Regulus gasped, and squeezed his eyes shut as he threw his head back - and it made his hair spill around him, strands sticking to his forehead and chest, and fuck what Sirius would do to touch it. To brush it back out of Regulus’ face. To get a fist in it - and Sirius watched him press another finger into his cunt, and twist them as he pressed his thumb against his clit, and tightened his own grip around his cock in response, like he’d clenched around him, and moaned as he watched him start to come apart.
He watched Regulus whimper, and fuck himself harder, messier than he had on stream, knees lifting as he clearly pushed up on the balls of his feet, thighs visibly tensing; and he was somehow even more gorgeous like this, succumbing to the pleasure of touching himself so unapologetically.
No more pretence for his audience; just him. Just Sirius’ Rabbit, making himself feel good.
“Reg,” he pleaded weakly, stroking his cock at the same fast, brutal pace Regulus was fucking himself, digging his thumb into the slit on the upstroke until it almost hurt, his other hand dropped between his legs to squeeze his balls; and his little brother just moaned, soft and breathless.
“Sirius,” he panted, “Sirius, Sirius,” and then cried out as he came, high and desperate and looking like he’d been struck by lightning as he arched obscenely off the back of his chair, tits thrust out and fingers buried all the way down to the last knuckle inside him.
Hearing Regulus say ‘hyungnim’ when he’d come had been a lot; but this, him saying Sirius’ actual name, chanting it like the act of forming the syllables in his mouth was what pushed him over the edge…
Sirius gasped, and squeezed his eyes shut, coming in spurts over his fist and his chest, making a mess of the front of his shirt; and when he finished he hissed as he let go of his cock, hyper sensitive after coming so hard and panting like he’d run a marathon.
He forced his eyes open, forced himself to look at Regulus, and bit back a whimper as he watched him catch his breath, and ease his fingers back out of his wet cunt.
Sirius wanted to put his mouth there. Fuck, he wanted to put his mouth on all of him, but there… god, he wanted to know what Regulus tasted like after an orgasm. Before one. During one.
When Regulus had caught his breath he used the hem of the shirt still rucked up under his armpits to dab at his face, and then tugged the whole thing off to pat at the glisten of sweat on his chest; and if it was possible to be jealous of a tshirt Sirius was pretty sure that was what he was feeling right now.
“Pretty sure that’s my shirt, Reg,” he offered, voice a rasp; and Regulus met his eyes, stilling for a moment, before he hummed and used the shirt to wipe at the insides of his thighs and over his cunt.
When he was done, he held the article of clothing toward the camera, eyebrow arched, expression the very picture of innocence.
“You want it back, Sirius?” He asked in a drawl; and Sirius didn’t know whether to groan or laugh, scrubbing at his face with the palm of his hand and sinking deeper into his chair.
He took a moment to just look at him; to watch as Regulus tossed the shirt off screen, a smile pulling at a corner of his mouth, before he reached to retrieve a pair of boxer briefs and a tank top and pulled both on quickly.
This, he thought, meant just as much as the intimacy of the minutes before. Whatever had just happened, the domesticity of watching Regulus dress and then twist his hair up into a bun at the back of his skull was just as important, cut into his chest just as deeply.
He could sort of understand people who paid escorts for this; for the boring, domestic partner stuff.
Or, well, he couldn’t , because no one had ever made him desperate for this easy, casual scene the way Regulus now had done, but in the abstract he could understand wanting it that much. Could understand paying far too much for it.
“Don’t disappear again, Reg,” he murmured; blurted, really, eyes fixed on his little brother’s pale collarbones. “I can’t- fuck, I can’t lose you all over again. Don’t disappear. Please.”
Regulus stared at him, lips parted in what looked like genuine surprise, his expression softer than Sirius had seen it in years; before he swallowed thickly and looked away.
“You know you’ve never said that to me before. Please. Never properly asked for anything.”
The revelation made Sirius’ chest ache, and he didn’t remember enough about their childhood together to contradict him, leaned forward in his chair with apologies crowding the back of his tongue; but Regulus spoke over him before he could voice any of them fully.
“Find the business email address on my main page, Sirius, and send me your number. I’m- I’ll text you, or something, and we can meet up. Talk about everything that’s happened over the last couple of years. I… I won’t vanish, I promise. Just email me.”
Sirius held his breath, half suspecting this was a hallucination, that he’d come so hard he’d passed out and was now fucking dreaming while Regulus ended the video chat and deleted his website, and nodded his head sharply; and Regulus sucked on his bottom lip, and then shot him a brief, wicked smile.
“There’s plenty of videos on my page if you miss me too much between now and then, hyungnim. And clearly you can afford to pay for them.”
It took a second for Sirius to process - videos. Fuck, videos? Of Regulus? Were they like the photos, or more of what he’d seen on stream? Did- fuck, had he done any with other people? - and by the time he had Regulus was laughing at him, face bright in a way Sirius had been seeing in his dreams since he’d found out he was lost.
“I’ll see you when I see you, Sirius. Bye, hyung.”
He ended the video chat without another word, and for a long moment Sirius stared at his reflection, the sound of Regulus’ laugh and the image of his face, his grown up, beautiful face burned into his mind; before he exhaled shakily, and sat back again, blinking hard to try and snap himself out of the daze his little brother had put him in.
No one had ever been able to knock him off kilter like Regulus. He knew his weak spots too well; was a weak spot.
If Sirius didn’t see him before the end of the week he’d go insane.
He exhaled roughly, and moved a hand to his mouse, intent on navigating to the page Regulus had indicated and finding the email; only to freeze when his eyes caught on the white mess staining his palm and the back of his hand.
…Right. Because not only had he watched his little brother get off - twice - he’d gotten off himself the second time.
Because Regulus had wanted him to. Because he’d told him to get his cock out, and coaxed him into stroking himself off as he watched the other man press his fingers inside himself, and pant and moan before coming with Sirius’ name on his lips.
It was hands down the hottest thing Sirius had ever seen, and he… shit.
He was ruined, he thought numbly, staring at his come-covered hand. Nothing would measure up to this. No one, nothing would affect him the way this had done, would make him come as hard or feel giddy with satisfaction at the end of it the way this had done. Would make him long for more the way this had done.
His little brother. His Rabbit.
Fuck .
Sirius swallowed hard, and wiped his hand off on his similarly stained shirt before returning to the task of navigating between web pages and finding Regulus’ email in the footer, so he could get in contact with him through more than just a screen and finally see him in person again.
Touch him again.
He elected to pretend, in the privacy of his own office, that the thought of actually touching Regulus did not get him as breathless as it did, or make his soft cock twitch where he hadn’t bothered to tuck it away yet, and instead just focussed on composing an email that didn’t sound fucking crazy.
He’d see him soon. Before the week was out, if Regulus could swing it, Sirius would see him, and see with his own eyes, in person, that he was alright.
And, well. If his baby brother was amenable, and wanted Sirius to touch him, he saw no reason why that couldn’t happen too.
-
Canary Wharf had not been the kind of place Sirius had been expecting Regulus to want to meet him.
It wasn’t a problem for Sirius himself - the company building was local, and he stopped in regularly enough that he was familiar with the area, and even had a favourite bar where he’d typically drink too much and complain about board members to his secretary when Mary had the time to accompany him - but for Regulus…
It was busy, which he knew Regulus didn’t like. It was also notoriously affluent and expensive; and while Sirius didn’t know that much about Reg now, didn’t know exactly how much he earned from camming or if he had another job besides his sex work, he would have assumed…
He mentally gave himself a firm hand slap.
That wasn’t fair. Not to Regulus, not to sex workers in general; and he knew better.
He exhaled, and absently undid the buttons of his waistcoat as he looked around the plaza in front of the tube station, searching for the familiar head of dark hair; and felt his breath catch when he finally spotted him, stood to the left of the thoroughfare and tapping away at a smartphone.
God, seeing him in person was a rush. He had to resist running to him.
“Reg?” He called when he thought he was in earshot - probably. Almost. He raised his voice, just in case - and he watched Regulus’ head lift; and watched his expression go still, and tense for a moment, before it cracked open, and where Sirius had resisted running Regulus didn’t , sprinting the short distance between them and throwing himself into his arms.
Sirius felt like all the air had been punched out of him, but in the best way possible.
“Fuck, it really is you,” he whispered, and held Regulus so tightly he wouldn’t have been surprised to hear his ribs creak; and Regulus wrapped himself around him, arms around his shoulders, legs around his waist, and buried his face in his throat like he was all of six years old again.
He didn’t say anything, just shook in his arms; and Sirius pressed firm kisses to the top of his head.
He was sure they were getting looks, but in the moment honestly couldn’t give a fuck about it; and when Regulus finally started to release him, setting his feet back on the ground and pulling back so he was no longer nestled in against the crook of his neck, Sirius struggled to release him in return, hands dragging from his back up to his shoulders and then up to cup his face in his palms.
Regulus’ eyes were bright like he was on the verge of tears; and honestly, the longer he looked at him, the more Sirius felt the exact same.
“Missed you, Rabbit,” he murmured; and Regulus huffed, the moment just a little broken, and lifted a hand to scrub at his eyes lightly.
“Mm, you too. Did you have to come dressed like that? It’s incredibly distracting.”
Sirius arched an eyebrow at Regulus, before making a show of looking down at himself - he missed how he’d dressed before he’d returned to his parents’ house. Missed the band tshirts and the ripped jeans and more than anything his leather jacket, which he hadn’t touched in over a week. But he’d thought he was shouldering a weight Regulus would be broken by, and had wanted to turn the company his family had spent four generations building into something his little brother would be proud of, something he was proud of. And unfortunately that called for a crisp three piece suit, pinstripes and all - before he looked back up at him, and took a moment to look his little brother over too.
“You’re one to talk about being distracting, baby,” he retorted, the pet name just rolling off his tongue.
Regulus, for his part, was in dark denim shorts and fishnets, and a pair of red and black docs that made Sirius long for his own; and a cropped red jumper that showed off a generous flash of his flat stomach, and gaped around his neck enough that it was almost sliding off his shoulder, exposing his collarbones and the strap of his binder.
The worst part was the choker. It made Sirius think about that photo on the first page of his website; and of the rest of the photos from the shoot, showing him bound in a whole host of creative ways, always with that same red leather collar fastened neatly around his neck.
Regulus smirked back at him, and reached to grip Sirius’ wrists, leaning into his touch for a moment before gently tugging his hands off his face.
“I still can’t believe you took over. You hated the idea of running the company; you quite literally told eomeoni you’d rather die, more than once, and ran away when she started talking about you apprenticing under abeoji.”
“That wasn’t why I ran away,” Sirius refuted sharply; and when Regulus shot him a questioning look, head tilted, still holding his wrists, he swallowed and changed the grip until their fingers were interlocked. “I knew you wanted it. My inability to get on with eomeoni aside, I knew you wanted to take over things from abeoji; that you’d be good at it, that you wanted to make it something worth putting the work in for. I figured… Jesus, I wanted away from them anyway, but I figured if I ran before they could start forcing me through all the appropriate schooling then they’d see the sense of giving it to you. And then when you turned eighteen, I…”
He sighed, and grimaced.
“I’d reach out. I’d fix things, be there for you again, without worrying I was taking anything from you; or that they could hold me over your head, or use me as a threat. I figured by that point, there’d be no reason for them to punish you for associating with me; and then when you came out, I could be there for you then too.”
Regulus stared up at him, a frown putting a crease in the middle of his brow; before he pursed his lips.
“So after I turned eighteen…”
“I reached out,” Sirius explained quietly. “Tried to write you, like, six times. When it had been four months and I didn’t hear anything back, I went to the house to try and talk to you in person; and they told me you’d tried to take on the responsibility, but it had been too much. That you’d gotten sick, and gone to Seoul to recover, and then decide what you wanted to do instead. That I wasn’t to disturb you, and you’d reach out when you were ready. I… fuck, I really thought she was telling me the truth. I thought when it came to you, over everything, she was incapable of being anything but honest.”
“She did love her little girl, didn’t she?” Regulus stated quietly, sardonic and bitter; and Sirius squeezed his hands tightly.
Regulus just snorted softly, looking away, still frowning; and then dragged Sirius closer to the station, to where there was a little more privacy being offered by not being so close to the foot traffic headed inside.
“You are aware that you’re an idiot, right?” Regulus asked when they stopped again; and when Sirius opened his mouth to protest, expression scrunching at the insult, he continued before he could get a word out. “I’m not kidding. You left when I was fourteen. You didn’t try to contact me for four years, and you thought- what, you thought you could just waltz back into my life and things would be fine? That I’d just get over it? Jesus, Sirius, you knew what they were like; and you were the only person in that house who knew me. I had one ally, one person who knew I was trans, who I could be myself with, and you left.”
His tone wasn’t as upset or angry as Sirius might have assumed, but there was still an undercurrent of hurt to it; and Sirius wet his lips, and edged closer, squeezing his hands gently.
“Okay, yes. I was an idiot,” he murmured, and didn’t bother to try and voice any excuses, was reasonably sure there wasn’t one in the world that would be sufficient; and Regulus stared up at him, clearly waiting to see if he’d give it a go anyway, before sighing and looking down at their joined hands.
“They were going to give it to me,” he murmured, soft and reluctant in his tone of voice. “I took business and management courses at college, spent every summer after you ran away at the office with abeoji, I- I wanted it, and I was working for it, and I was fucking great, actually. Gave suggestions that they actually listened to, that worked. They were going to give it to me. But…”
Sirius watched him swallow hard, and shake his head as if to clear it.
“But it was killing me, you know? Pretending to be something I’m not. I wanted it, but I wanted it as Regulus, as their son. I didn’t want to spend my life, or even just my first years staring at pictures of myself as- as her. As who they thought I was. So I- I decided to come out. I came out.”
He spoke the words like he never had done before, like spitting them out was half effort and half relief, and then squeezed his eyes shut; before he huffed, and shook his head again.
“Well. You already know their reaction to that. So I- I shoved everything I thought I wouldn’t miss into a duffle bag and my backpack, and did what eomeoni had been screaming at me to do, and got the fuck out. Went to my friend Pandora’s house; slept on her floor for six months, and then decided to sort my life out.”
“You went to university,” Sirius coaxed gently, and Regulus hummed softly, peering up at him.
“Your PI tell you that? Yes, I went to university. Got a scholarship, actually; who knew all those fucking doodles would be good for something, huh? Anyway, did that, and by the end of it I was doing the cams regularly enough to make rent and have plenty left over besides, and… here I am. Simple story, really.”
Sirius studied him as he shifted his weight, his fingers flexing in Sirius’ grip like he was pondering breaking the contact; and Sirius ducked his head to better meet his eyes.
“You going to tell me how you got into camming, or are we just going to pretend you didn’t gloss over that part?”
“Depends if you’re going to be a dickhead about it,” Regulus retorted sharply; and when Sirius frowned back at him he exhaled slowly, pursing his lips. “I- sorry. Everyone who knows is either supportive or the exact opposite; don’t see a lot of middle ground. Fuck, the last time I tried to date someone he went from thinking it was hot to calling me a fucking cheater within a week. I’m- I’ll tell you if you promise not to be an arsehole about it, hyung, but I can’t if you don’t.”
“I promise,” Sirius murmured, and let go of one of Regulus’ hands in favour of reaching to tuck a strand of hair that had come loose back behind his ear, thumb grazing his cheek gently. “I just want to know you, Reg. To know all of you. I’ve spent way too fucking long knowing nothing, and I want to fix that.”
There was a vulnerability in Regulus’ expression as he looked up at him, and after a moment, he sighed and nodded tentatively.
“Alright. Well I- so, starting uni on a scholarship was… not ideal. You don’t actually get a lot of money to live on without getting additional student loans, you know? And I really didn’t want to get into debt if I didn’t have to, especially when if eomeoni and abeoji ever found out they might try to use it against me. So I- I tried minimum wage working, tried some tutoring, all kinds of shit that barely made ends meet. And then one of my uni friends mentioned that she had a sugar daddy, and he had a friend who was looking.”
“Reg,” Sirius started, already disliking this, but his little brother huffed at him and shot a scowl up at him.
“Don’t you dare. I have never been stupid, okay? I asked her six million questions before I even considered it, and then I insisted that if I did meet him that it’d be in public and that it’d only be a conversation. I was careful. I got his full name and his work address and I fucking googled the guy, Sirius, I didn’t rush into it. It was- I handled that time right. I was careful.”
Sirius bit his tongue, and nodded, conceding the point; and Regulus exhaled and continued.
“He was nice. Handsome. Older, but attractive enough that I didn’t mind. Married, too, but she was fine with the whole thing; I met her before we started anything more physical, just to confirm that I wasn’t being used to cheat on her. And it- I don’t know, it was nice. Nice dates, good sex, and I wasn’t stuck choosing between ramen flavours six days a week any more. I liked the arrangement; honestly I liked him. Not enough to want anything more serious or emotional, but… enough.” Regulus snorted softly. “Liked his wife, too, actually. She came on a couple of the dates; spent the night a couple of times, and they always paid me twice as much for those, like it was an extra strain to get my brains fucked out by a hot older woman.”
Sirius had to bite down on the inside of his cheek, and swallow thickly to stifle the jealous outrage that was rising in him; but the way Regulus was looking up at him made him think his little brother had an inkling, and was endeared by his efforts to keep it to himself.
“The arrangement lasted a year,” he continued quietly, “which we’d decided at the start, because any longer and we’d be seriously risking it turning into a real relationship, and we didn’t want that. I didn’t want that. So; final date, final fuck, and that was the end of that. And then… then I tried to find a similar arrangement. Signed up for a fucking app, if you can believe they exist, tried… and…”
The way he was trailing off made Sirius frown, and he used his free hand to lift Regulus’ chin, to make him meet his eyes where he’d looked away as soon as he’d started talking about finding a new sugar daddy; and his little brother swallowed, eyes tight and the purse of his lips unhappy.
“Tell me,” Sirius requested softly.
“It was bad,” Regulus whispered. “I can’t- it was just bad, okay? I don’t want to talk about the details. I don’t want to think about the fucking details, Sirius. I thought I’d found someone else, got references I later found out were fucking fake, and after I got out of the arrangement I didn’t want anyone to ever touch me again.”
Sirius’ chest ached, and his hands were shaking; and he slipped his hand back to cradle the back of Regulus’ neck, threading through his hair and pulling him closer so he could press their foreheads together, eyes slipping shut.
“I won’t ask,” he murmured, even as the angry thing in his chest roared and demanded he do so anyway, that he make Regulus give him details and the fucking name so he could find whoever had hurt his little brother and kill them; and felt Regulus exhale against his lips.
“Camming was a compromise,” he stated quietly. “I knew how to put on a show at that point, had had enough sex I knew I could make it look good; and no one would touch me unless I wanted them to. Started on another site with loads of people on it, and then made my own with the help of a friend who’s good at coding once I was popular enough that I was sure I’d get the traffic I needed to keep paying my way. And I’m not- I’ve recovered, or whatever, been in a couple relationships, had a moderately shitty boyfriend for a while, but I… I like it, you know? I like the control. I like feeling sexy, and I like dictating how people see me, like that if someone calls me the wrong pronouns or is transphobic in the chat or my comments I can actively remove them from space, and every time I do it I get fucking paid because all these people find me standing up for myself attractive. I- I really like it, Sirius.”
The last part came out pleading, almost like Regulus was expecting Sirius to tell him to stop, like he was pleading with him not to; and Sirius took a moment to examine whether that was what he really wanted.
Yes, was the easy answer. Yes, he wanted Regulus to stop putting himself on display for strangers on the internet, wanted him to stop saying their names when he came or letting them call him a slut. He wanted to keep him entirely to himself. He wanted- god, he wanted to keep him in his bed, leashed to the headboard maybe, where he was just Sirius’.
But there couldn’t be an easy answer.
Sirius didn’t get to make Regulus’ choices for him. Not now, not ever. And even though it stirred up jealousy in him, Regulus had… he’d been really good at it.
It would be fair to say Sirius had watched a decent amount of porn in his life. Regulus was something else entirely, both live for his adoring audience and in the more carefully shot videos he’d posted on his website. He was beautiful, and he knew how to make the most of it, and- god, Sirius couldn’t tell him to stop. Especially not if it made him happy.
“You’re really good at it,” he murmured into the sliver of space between them, “you’ve got a real talent for it, sweetheart. Had your whole chat enraptured the other night.”
Regulus blushed bright pink - and freckles burst into constellations across his cheeks, invisible without the shock of colour to bring them into view - and grinned up at him, broad and filthy.
“Well I know you at least were definitely enraptured, hyungnim.”
Sirius’ fingers tightened in Regulus’ hair instinctively, and his little brother gasped, and jolted in his hold; and then wet his lips, staring up at Sirius through his eyelashes and gripping his hand tightly.
“Was the mutual masturbation not enough for you, Regulus?” Sirius asked flatly, before lowering his voice, leaning in until their lips were almost brushing. “You need your big brother to fuck you that bad?”
Regulus let out the softest, sweetest little moan Sirius had heard in his life, before pressing his empty hand against Sirius’ chest firmly.
“I’m not the one about to kiss his little brother in fucking public,” he murmured, pushing up on his toes so their lips were barely a hair’s breadth apart; and Sirius bit back a groan, and drew back so there was less of a temptation to struggle with, softening his grip on Regulus’ hair until he could set his hand on his uncovered shoulder instead, thumb grazing his bare collarbone.
He hesitated for a lot less time than he should have done before tugging on his hand.
“Come on, sweetheart. I’m taking you for a drink.”
Regulus tilted his head, before sinking his teeth into his bottom lip to mask the smile pulling at the corners of his mouth, and falling into step with Sirius easily when he pulled on his hand.
Sirius, for his part, just… kept a hold on him, and made a beeline for the bar closest to the station entrance, pulling Regulus with him as he walked inside and then climbed upstairs to approach the familiar face of one of the bar staff on the second level.
The woman in question blinked in surprise; and then straightened, eyes widening as she wiped her hands off on her apron quickly.
“Ah- Mister Black. You… can I help you?”
“I’m taking this floor for the next three hours. Bar staff are unnecessary; and you can tell Chris to turn the cameras off.”
Her eyes flicked between Sirius and Regulus, understanding flooding her face at the same time as a blush did; and she cleared her throat, and nodded briskly.
“Of course, I- of course. I’ll tell him; you- when the lights are off that means they’ve been switched off, but I- ha, I guess you know that.” Sirius just blinked back at her, retaining his impassive expression through the awkward attempt at a joke and the uncomfortable laugh that followed; and she swallowed thickly, before nodding and hurrying down the bar, grabbing the other bartender by the shoulder of his shirt and dragging him with her.
When they were both gone, Sirius turned to look at Regulus, who had his arms crossed and was watching with something curious in his expression and the tilt of his head.
“What?” Sirius asked, a little defensive under his scrutiny; and Regulus just snorted, and shook his head before he moved to walk around the bar and look over the display of bottles behind it.
Sirius watched him run his fingers over the necks of a row of bottles, before grabbing a bottle of whiskey and taking it with him as he moved toward the booth at the back of the room, furthest from the windows; and for a moment just stared after him, eyes drifting to the sway of his hips and the entirely perfect curve of his arse; before he turned his head to find the one security camera that covered that back corner, watching it as he shrugged out of his suit jacket and draped it over a bar stool.
The red light blinked as he stared the lens down, before finally it stayed off; and Sirius rolled up his sleeves, and leaned over the bar to claim a couple of glasses and fill one with ice, before claiming a handful of napkins too and turning to follow after his little brother.
Regulus had claimed the back corner of the booth, where the sunlight didn’t reach him and he was instead lit by the soft lights of the bar, and had pulled his knees up to his chest while he sipped straight from the bottle; and Sirius snorted softly, shaking his head at him and setting the glasses and napkins on the table before he sat beside him and reached to claim the bottle, and fill the empty glass.
“You know I never imagined you’d end up like this,” Regulus murmured, and accepted the bottle back when Sirius offered it, taking a swig before cradling it in his lap.
“Like what, little brother?” Sirius asked, and hiked an eyebrow at him, claiming the full glass to sip himself; and Regulus snorted and rolled his eyes.
“Like this. The whole- three piece suit, slicked back hair, making blue collar staff quake in their boots thing. The Sirius I remember was just… Jesus, eomeoni used to have to fight to get you in hanbok. Used to have to fight to get you in anything smart, I remember you trying to attend Bellatrix’s wedding in fucking converse. And now you’re just… renting out the entire top floor of one of the most popular bars in Canary Wharf, without notice, and making a point of drinking your whiskey out of a glass. It’s so… it’s just different. I don’t know what I was expecting.”
“Is it bad different?” Sirius probed, setting the glass down and studying his expression closely, and Regulus scrunched his nose and shook his head.
“No. It’s like- you’re still there, you’re still the same person I remember, you just… fuck, I guess you grew up. Who knew you were capable of it, huh?”
Regulus’ grin was broad and teasing, and Sirius exhaled a laugh and shook his head, taking another sip from his glass.
“Mm, and you’re still a brat, Reg,” he retorted; and watched Regulus wet his lips, before he vacated the corner in favour of crawling into Sirius’ lap, perching lightly on his thighs as he looked down at him, head tilted.
“Don’t think you’ve seen nearly how much of a brat I am these days, hyungnim,” he murmured, and took another swig from the bottle before setting it down on the table behind him. “But I can show you, if you’d like.”
Sirius stared up at him, and drank some more of his own whiskey, wetting his throat before he set the glass aside; and then reached to wrap his hands around Regulus’ waist, finally getting to touch his bare skin properly and sliding his hands up under the hem of his jumper until he found the bottom of the cropped binder beneath.
“Do you not want to be good for me, Reg?” He inquired in a murmur, and leaned in to press his lips against his throat, soft enough that Regulus shivered at the touch. “You want to dive head first into being a brat and being punished, is that it?”
When he drew back, Regulus had his bottom lip caught in his teeth, and he shook his head; and Sirius pulled one hand from his ribs to tug the lip free, before cupping his cheek in his palm instead.
“Let’s not rush this, baby. We’ve got all the time in the world for you to be a brat for me; let's save it for when I have you in a proper bed, hm?”
Regulus’ eyes widened, pupils expanding with arousal, but Sirius tugged him down before he could say anything, pressing their lips together firmly; and licked eagerly into his mouth, chasing the taste of the whiskey on his tongue and swallowing his soft, gasping little noises.
Fuck, kissing Regulus was like no other kiss he’d experienced, his lips so fucking soft, his tongue wet and clever, and Sirius pushed his fingers back into Regulus’ hair so he could pull his head back and more easily deepen it; and Regulus whimpered against his lips, both hands fisted in the front of his shirt while he started to grind down into his lap seemingly instinctively, like he couldn’t help it.
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” Sirius breathed, breaking the kiss to press his mouth to his jaw, lips and teeth working along the sharp ridge until he reached his ear and could nip the lobe lightly; and Regulus squeaked, and squirmed in his lap.
“You’re one to talk. God, Sirius, you’re- I literally thought you were some kind of fucking fever dream when you called my name earlier.”
Sirius hummed, and wrapped the arm still at his ribs back around him so he could tug the smaller man in against his chest as he kissed down his throat, and sucked at the delicate, pale skin, determined to litter him with marks before he was done.
“You like me smartened up, huh? Not so different it doesn’t get you going?”
“I like you half undone,” Regulus corrected, and hooked a couple of fingers in the collar of Sirius’ shirt, tugging at where he had the top few buttons undone, tie abandoned back at the office. “I don’t know, it’s fucking hot. I’m not the first person to find it hot, you know.
“One of the few to find it hot in your brother, baby,” he teased, and nipped at his throat where he could feel the flutter of his pulse against his lips; and Regulus whimpered, before leaning back just enough that Sirius was forced to meet his eyes again.
“That really gets you off, huh?”
Sirius blinked up at him, and Regulus pulled his jumper up and off, discarding it on the seat beside Sirius when he was left in his binder.
“Us being brothers,” he clarified. “You really like it, don’t you Sirius? Sure, you’d probably want to fuck me no matter what, but knowing I’m your little brother? Mm, that I’m part of you? That we’re each other’s?”
He rolled his hips, grinding down against where Sirius was rapidly hardening in his pants; and Sirius exhaled roughly, pushing his fingers under the hem of his binder while his eyes raked over him.
Regulus had more tattoos, just like he’d expected. Almost a full sleeve on his left arm, flowers and foxes and a winding snake peeking through the petals, and more disappearing under the hem of his binder over his ribs; and he ducked his head to lean in and press his lips to his side, tongue dragging over the lines of dark ink.
“Been mine your whole life, Reg,” he murmured, and moved his hand down to push his thumb under his fishnets and the waist of his shorts, stroking over his hip where he knew those fucking freckles were. “Born with my name written on your fucking skin. Of course I like it, Regulus. I like it almost as much as you do.”
As if to prove his point, Regulus moaned and arched against him, into the touch of his mouth, one hand moving to slide into Sirius’ hair and hold him against him as he continued to kiss and bite at his inked skin; and after a moment of fidgeting, Sirius was suddenly presented with a far broader canvas of skin to worship, Regulus binder abandoned on the seat while he pushed his other hand into Sirius’ hair too and gave a gentle, encouraging tug.
Sirius hummed, and kissed sloppily up his side until he could trace his tongue over the swell of his breast, sucking at the soft skin until he reached his nipple and could suck it into his mouth; and Regulus moaned, and gasped when Sirius moved the hand that had been in his hair to his other breast instead, squeezing firmly.
“Your tits are fucking perfect, by the way,” he informed Regulus when he took a second to catch his breath; and Regulus shivered, and sucked on his bottom lip as he pushed Sirius’ hair back out of his face, staring down at him with wide, vulnerable eyes.
There was something especially sexy about him like this; half naked in his lap, hair coming apart from the half-updo it had been in courtesy of Sirius getting his fingers in it. Something real about it, the way Sirius had been longing for since that fucking cam session.
“All of you is perfect,” he murmured, and held Regulus’ gaze as he kissed up his chest and over his collarbones, “you’re so fucking beautiful, Reg. My gorgeous boy. Perfect little Rabbit.”
Regulus made a quiet, gutted noise in the instant before Sirius reconnected their lips; and the kiss was frantic, Regulus pressing into it desperately as he wrapped his arms around Sirius’ shoulders and tightened his thighs around his hips.
It took hardly any effort at all to wrap his arm back around Regulus’ waist to lift him, and lay him out on the seat of the booth so Sirius could hold himself over him, nestled comfortably between Regulus’ spread thighs as he continued to kiss him. Regulus gasped when his back hit the velvet, but was almost immediately moaning again; and when Sirius took both his tits in his hands, squeezing and dragging his thumbs over his nipples, he whined and arched into it desperately.
“My Rabbit,” Sirius muttered against his lips, nipping at the bottom one before starting to kiss down his neck again, “my little brother. My little slut.”
It made Regulus gasp again, and then moan, tipping his head back; and Sirius kissed back down to his tits, already addicted to the sounds Regulus made as he sucked on his nipples and bit marks into the pale flesh of his chest. He kept tonguing over one of his nipples as he reached out blindly for the edge of the table, and then for the glasses on top; and when he reached the one he needed, scooped up a half melted ice cube.
He made sure to suck particularly firmly at the nipple caught between his lips as he pressed the ice cube against the other; and revelled in the way the sudden shock of cold made Regulus squeal, and writhe under him, clinging to his shoulders.
“Sirius,” he gasped, chest heaving, and whimpered as Sirius dragged the ice cube over his nipple again; and Sirius hummed, and kissed his way across his chest to lap up the droplets of water.
“Thought you’d like that,” he murmured, flicking his tongue against the nipple and groaning at the chill that had seeped into the nub. “Think there’s a lot of ways you like to be played with, baby. Lots of things you’d enjoy having me do to you.”
He swapped hands so he could press the ice to his other nipple, so Regulus shuddered and dug his fingers into his back, moaning and panting heavily as Sirius worked him over; and after a moment longer he skated the ice cube up Regulus’ chest, over his collarbones and up the column of his throat until he could press it to his lips.
When Regulus obediently sucked the remaining sliver of ice into his mouth, Sirius buried a smile in his chest, and started to kiss his way down his flat stomach, hooking his fingers in his shorts as he worked his way down to his hips.
The other man lifted his hips obligingly when Sirius tugged on him, giving him the space he needed to pull them down to mid thigh; and Sirius wasted no time pulling his fishnets and boxers down with them, impatience rising in his chest now he was so close to getting his mouth on the part of him he’d really been desperate to.
He groaned softly when Regulus’ cunt was on display - neatly trimmed black curls, sopping wet pink folds, and fuck he’d known playing with Regulus’ tits would turn him on but seeing the evidence was something else altogether - and a large part of him wanted to just bury his face in him immediately; but he diverted, first, to those familiar freckles, and kissed over his hip softly to connect them.
“You’ve always been mine, Reg,” he murmured softly; and felt him shudder before he responded breathlessly.
“Yours,” he agreed, promised, “property of my hyungnim. Fuck, Sirius, please. Need you.”
“I know you do, baby,” he murmured, and kissed Regulus’ hip again - right where his star was, flicking his tongue against it lightly - before mouthing down the crease where his thigh and pelvis met slowly.
He slipped a hand beneath his chin to press against Regulus’ core, to spread his folds and expose his wet centre; and Sirius couldn’t resist letting out a weak, shaky little moan before he dropped his head to press his tongue against him, seeking out the taste of him and groaning when he was on his tongue.
He couldn’t get enough; and he pushed his tongue inside Regulus, chasing the sweet taste of his slick, his high, desperate moans fucking music to his ears as he ate him out.
Friends of Sirius’ had joked, before, that it was called eating out because it was a treat, and- well. If that was true, Regulus’ cunt was fucking fine dining, and Sirius wasn’t just developing a taste for it, he was losing all appetite for anything else.
He pressed his tongue inside him as deep as he could, fucking into his pussy with firm thrusts, and delighted in the way it made Regulus gasp and pull at his hair. It only made sense to use the hand tucked under his chest to push a finger inside him too, and he listened to Regulus gasp, felt him arch desperately; and marvelled at the tight clench of his cunt around the digit.
“Fuck, Reg, you’re so tight,” he panted, before moving to press his lips to his clit instead, sucking on the sensitive little nub so Regulus squealed and then tracing his tongue over him, spelling out his name against him like he could imprint his ownership on the delicate skin, like the next time Regulus took a picture or set up a video everyone who looked at him would know precisely who he fucking belonged to.
“Oh God,” Regulus panted, “o-oh my God, Sirius I- I’m g- fuck, please, please c-can I-?”
It took his breath away a little, Regulus asking for permission while right on the edge of his orgasm; and for a moment he thought about saying no.
He could work him over for hours. They had the top floor for three, after all; he could keep him here, and keep dining on every delicious inch of his perfect body, and refuse to let him come until they were minutes from being forced to leave. He could make his little brother fucking scream; could make him come so hard, so loudly, that everyone downstairs would hear him, and he’d have to walk past them afterwards with evidence of Sirius’ mouth imprinted over his neck and his collarbones and know they’d all heard what a slut he was for his hyungnim’s tongue and fingers.
God, it was tempting.
Sirius was feeling too impatient for that today, though; and he flicked his tongue over his clit, and pressed another finger inside him, fucking him harder with both.
“Course you can, baby,” he murmured. “Be a good boy and come for me, Reg. Let me see how pretty you are up close.”
Regulus made a hysterical little noise, obviously overwhelmed by the praise, and his fingers tightened in Sirius’ hair so tightly it made him hiss from the sting; and he arched off the bench, cunt tightening around Sirius’ fingers as his orgasm overtook him, and he moaned loudly, eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back.
Not loud enough to carry downstairs. But loud enough that Sirius hummed with satisfaction, and kissed softly over the insides of his thighs until he stopped shaking.
He pulled his fingers free of him gently once Regulus had finished, and met his eyes, before flashing his baby brother a broad, filthy grin, and cleaning the taste of him from them by sucking both into his mouth.
Regulus whimpered, and threw an arm over his face; and Sirius laughed, and kissed his way up his torso until he could tug the arm away and claim his lips again, pleased when instead of making any show of being cross with him, Regulus just moaned sweetly, and kissed him back, winding his arms around his shoulders.
“So perfect,” Sirius murmured, “so good for me, baby. You were so lovely.”
His little brother seemed to almost wiggle with delight at the praise, humming against his lips; before he started to push at Sirius’ chest lightly, keeping their lips connected while he readjusted them both so they were sitting up.
“What…” Sirius murmured, as Regulus tugged his bottoms up but didn’t bother with the button on his shorts; and Regulus kissed him firmly, before slipping off the seat to kneel on the floor instead, placing himself neatly between Sirius’ legs as he blinked up at him.
Sirius’ breath caught, and Regulus bit his bottom lip - flushed and swollen in a way that made Sirius’ chest tight with pride - to stifle a smile as he worked on undoing Sirius’ belt and getting his trousers open.
“What, were you going to eat me out and then walk back to the office half hard and pretend otherwise? You weren’t even going to ask?”
“I may have been a little distracted,” Sirius admitted, with a teasing undercurrent of accusation as he reached with one hand to comb his fingers back through Regulus’ hair and then cup the back of his head gently; and Regulus hummed, and pulled Sirius’ cock out, stroking firmly and wetting his lips once he was face to face with it.
“God, you have no idea how much I wanted to suck your cock during that video call,” he muttered. “Half wanted to get up and find a similarly sized toy to suck on while I got off, just so I could pretend.”
“Reg,” Sirius murmured, not embarrassed to be pleading a little; and Regulus smiled, soft and helpless, before he leaned in to flick his tongue over the head of Sirius’ cock in a first, teasing little kitten lick.
Sirius groaned, and internally wondered at his ever even pondering the idea Regulus might not be a tease.
He worked him over slowly, lapping at the head of his cock, stroking with his hand wrapped around him just barely on the wrong side of too loosely, and Sirius kept his grip in Regulus’ hair gentle, not pulling or forcing him to do anything but whatever the fuck he wanted to.
Regulus was a tease, but a good one; and when he’d been slowly, painstakingly worked to full, aching harness, Sirius was panting heavily, and he moved the hand that wasn’t tangled in Regulus’ hair to push his own out of his face.
“Come on sweetheart,” he murmured, tugging on him gently now, “enough playing with me. Come on.”
Regulus dragged the flat of his tongue up the underside of his shaft, peering up at Sirius through his eyelashes; and for a moment, Sirius thought he was going to tell him no.
Thought he was going to tell him to make him. Though he was going to put up a little show of fighting Sirius’ grip, and pout up at him, and tell Sirius if he wanted something, he’d have to take it. The longer he looked at him, the more he thought Regulus was really, truly considering it.
Instead, he just shuffled a little closer, and started to sink slowly onto his cock, lips parting around the head and his eyes sliding shut as he took him into his mouth.
It took a couple of tries, Regulus bobbing his head as he gradually pushed himself to take more, and Sirius dropped his head back on a groan; and he tightened both hands in his hair when Regulus finally took him entirely into his mouth, nose pressed to his pelvis, Sirius’ cockhead being squeezed by his throat where he was buried so deep inside him.
Regulus held still for a moment - adjusting, or savouring, fuck Sirius couldn’t be sure, he just knew it was already better than any blowjob he’d received, and when Regulus swallowed shallowly around him he groaned, low and loud - before he began to bob his head shallowly, slowly working his way up to moving so he pulled almost all the way off, and then sank down again, tongue working over the underside of his dick while he hollowed his cheeks and sucked him off.
He worked one hand over Sirius’ shaft every time he started to lift his head, the pressure fucking perfect, and when Sirius pulled on his hair moaned around him, and redoubled his efforts, head bobbing faster, throat working around his cockhead every time he took him deep enough.
Fuck, Sirius wanted to savour it. Regulus looked so fucking good like this, on his knees, mouth red and stretched around him, stray tears spilling down his cheeks from the strain and the effort he was putting in. He wanted to stay in this moment; to keep his little brother right here, on his knees, mouth full so all that delightful sass was put on a back burner until Sirius felt like sparring with him verbally again.
Eating him out had driven Sirius almost to the edge, though. Fuck, getting to touch him had almost driven him to the edge, getting to squeeze and kiss his tits, being allowed to taste his sweet little cunt, learning the taste of his lips.
Sirius had been losing his mind almost since Regulus had leapt into his arms outside the station.
He tightened his grip in Regulus’ hair - and groaned softly when it made the younger man moan around his cock encouragingly - and tugged on him gently.
“Gonna come,” he panted, soft and warning; but instead of pulling off like Sirius had thought he would, perhaps to let him come all over his pretty tits, Regulus just hummed, and sank all the way back onto his cock, jaw stretched to take him and swallowing hard when he was buried in his throat.
Fuck. God, fuck.
Sirius threw his head back on a gasp, and his hips jerked forward involuntarily as he began to come, fucking an impossible extra inch down Regulus’ throat. Regulus, for his part, just moaned around him, and swallowed dutifully, waiting out Sirius’ orgasm with his nose pressed to his pelvis and both hands sat lightly on his thighs, making no attempt to stop the stuttering jerks of his hips as he unloaded into him.
He was perfect. Fuck, he was completely perfect, and Sirius had to sink his teeth into his cheek to stop himself fucking whimpering when he finished, and Regulus pulled off, licking his lips when he was sat back on his heels like he was chasing the taste of Sirius’ come.
“Get up here,” he panted, “come on Rabbit, come here, let me kiss you.”
Regulus clearly didn’t need to be told twice, and scrambled up into Sirius’ lap; and hummed, soft and delighted into Sirius’ mouth when he dragged him into a kiss, holding him tight against his chest.
“Perfect boy,” he murmured between kisses, “fuck, Reg, so good for me. Your mouth is so fucking perfect, thank you sweetheart.”
The other man’s delight was tangible, and he wiggled in Sirius’ lap, humming into his kiss; and Sirius exhaled a laugh, before pulling back enough to press a kiss to his forehead instead.
“Silly baby,” he murmured, and Regulus snorted softly, and dropped his head to rest against Sirius’ shoulder.
They took the moment to catch their breath respectively, and Sirius gave into the impulse to just keep touching Regulus, running his palms over his bare back, stroking over his shoulders and caressing the dip of his petite waist; and Regulus was almost purring against him, nuzzling in against the crook of his neck and snuggling in against his chest.
“If you want to go again you’re going the right way about working me up,” Regulus murmured, and pressed a kiss to the crook of Sirius’ neck, and then another higher up his throat, and then another to his jaw; and Sirius turned his head to catch his lips, and kiss him firmly.
He was addicted to the way Regulus melted into it. Obsessed with how he parted his lips for him, and dragged his hands over Sirius’ chest, and shivered as Sirius ran his hands down either side of his spine.
“Not today,” Sirius murmured, between a series of soft, sweet kisses pressed to his lips. “Could take you apart for hours and never be bored for a second, Rabbit, but I’m not doing that in a bar. Gonna lay you out in my bed when I fuck you the first time. Make you fall apart for me. Make you scream.”
Regulus whined, pressing into the kisses desperately, and pulled roughly at his shirt.
“And how long are you going to make me wait for that? Gonna make me languish as I wait for my hyungnim to choose a day to stick his dick in me? Because I might have to find some other way to entertain myself in the interim if that’s the case.”
Sirius’ grip on him tightened, fingers curling around the back of his neck as he pulled back to meet Regulus’ eyes, something dark and unpleasant stirring in his chest; and he addressed him in a low, firm tone of voice.
“No. No one else touches you, Regulus. You can keep doing your streams, keep taking photos of yourself, but no one touches you but me. Do you understand me, little brother?”
Regulus stared back at him, held captive by both his hand and his gaze, trembling a little, before he wet his lips.
“Don’t make me wait then, hyungnim,” he murmured, soft and pleading. “Don’t make me wait, Sirius. Please.”
The plea pleased him - the way he figured Regulus had meant it to, the way he figured he’d implied he was going to go out and find someone else to fuck purely to earn the jealous reaction it had inspired - and he hummed, and softened his grip on him before leaning in again.
“I won’t make you wait, baby, I promise. Couple of days so I can clear my schedule and spend the whole day with you, alright?”
He kissed him softly, sipped at his mouth until he was sighing; and then retrieved Regulus’ binder and jumper to help him back into both, continuing to kiss him as he redressed his little brother and smirking when Regulus tucked his cock away in return.
“Could we…” Regulus started, and trailed off, a blush creeping across his face, “You booked this floor for three hours; could we stay, even if we’re not going to have sex? I- I want to hear about your life. I want you to tell me what it’s like, what it’s been like since you stepped up as head of the company. I want to know how you like it.”
Sirius hummed, and cupped his cheek in his palm, thumb caressing his skin gently, before he huffed, and scrunched his nose at his baby brother.
“The board is full of fucking idiots,” he informed him; and Regulus burst into soft, delighted peals of laughter.
-
Sirius had been worried Regulus would tell him no.
He had, in truth, an apartment in central London that he could have invited Regulus to. It was expensive and filled with modern furnishings, exposed brick and metal fixtures making it look like something out of a magazine spread. Sirius typically only took the people he slept with there; and for the most part, they seemed to like it just fine.
But Regulus wasn’t just anyone. And he certainly wasn’t just another conquest picked up in a club or a gala whom Sirius would never call again.
So he’d asked him to come home. And he’d really, genuinely worried that Regulus would tell him no.
The knot in his chest didn’t unclench until he was standing on the top step of Grimmauld Place, watching the Uber that had dropped his little brother off pull away while Regulus himself hesitated on the curb, rocking on his heels anxiously.
“Reg,” Sirius exhaled, and held out a hand for him; and after a moment during which Regulus visibly steeled himself, the younger man stepped closer, and ascended the steps to take Sirius’ hand.
He blushed bright pink when Sirius lifted it to his face, and kissed his palm.
“You’re dressed like the old you today,” Regulus observed softly, looking Sirius up and down; and Sirius took a moment to do the same, looking down at himself to take in the tattered old Guns and Roses tshirt and the jeans covering his legs, decorated with an unnecessarily large amount of artfully torn open and distressed holes.
He snorted, and shrugged a shoulder before looking up again.
“I don’t typically bother getting all dressed up at home, Reggie. But if you’d ever like that all you have to do is ask.”
Regulus’ blush darkened, all those freckles bursting into existence again, and Sirius grinned back at him before tugging him into the house so he could close the door behind them; and immediately pushed Regulus up against the wall, pressing their lips together and sliding both hands under the hem of Regulus’ shirt.
They were dressed similarly today, though Regulus’ jeans were cuffed, and his shirt was blank and tucked into the front of his waistband, emphasising the curve of his waist and his full hips; and as Sirius pushed his hands further up the bare skin of Regulus’ torso, until he could feel the hem of his binder, he wondered if that was significant.
Regulus had never had the opportunity to be his full, truthful self in this house. He’d spent his entire childhood here hiding, forced into skirts and dresses, called the wrong name.
It’d make a kind of sense for him to come back like this; as Regulus Arcturus Black, the most gorgeous boy Sirius had ever seen and obviously, irrefutably their parents’ son, and not the daughter they’d mistreated for so long.
“You look lovely today sweetheart,” he murmured, kissing down the side of Regulus’ neck; and Regulus squirmed, and huffed softly, before pushing on Sirius’ shoulders until he pulled back.
When their eyes met, Regulus looked unusually nervous, his gaze flitting between Sirius’ features and then down the hall.
“I- thank you. I just…”
Sirius studied him for a moment, before his expression softened with understanding, and he reached to take one of his hands and interlock their fingers.
“Let me show you what I’ve done with the place,” he requested softly; and when Regulus nodded, he tugged him after him as he moved deeper into the house, making a beeline for everything he remembered being significant in the time they’d lived here together as children.
They paused in the parlour, where the piano Regulus had learned to play on was still sat, as if waiting for him to sit down at the keys once again, so he could see how Sirius had had the room repainted, a brighter wallpaper chasing the shadows from a room that had otherwise been heavy with the disapproval of their mother.
Their father’s office - Sirius’ office, now - had had the least changes made to it, but it hadn’t needed many, as they’d both been forbidden from entering as children; and when Regulus shot him a smirk on entry, eyes drifting to the desk and Sirius’ computer before returning to his face, he just rolled his eyes at him and led him to the next room.
They didn’t descend the stairs to the kitchen. Regulus just paused at the top, expression unreadable.
“Is Kreacher still here?” He asked softly, referring to the cook he’d had an odd affinity for as a child - and who Sirius imagined had become his only haven after he himself had run away - and Sirius hesitated, before shaking his head.
“He retired; not long after they kicked you out, if they told me the truth about it. I never knew him as well as you did; I don’t know where he would have gone, Reg, I’m sorry.”
Regulus just nodded mutely, and squeezed Sirius’ hand tightly before taking the lead toward the next room.
The library delighted him - the way it always had, and probably always would, because if there was an irrefutable fact about Regulus it was that he was irrevocably in love with books - and a pleased smile spread across his face as he took in the brighter paint, and the mural of the night sky Sirius had had commissioned for the ceiling.
He was reluctant to leave again; but he moved when Sirius pulled on him, and followed him dutifully up the stairs.
His hand tightened on Sirius’ when instead of stopping on the first floor of bedrooms, where both their childhood rooms were, he continued to climb up the stairs, pulling Regulus with him up to where the nicest of the guest rooms and their parents’ old bedroom were; and Regulus resisted for half a second when they approached the latter, grip tightening even more, before he allowed himself to be tugged the rest of the way toward the room.
“Sirius…” he started when they were outside; and Sirius stepped in closer to him, and pressed his lips to Regulus’ firmly.
“This is my room now,” he stated quietly, “my door, my dresser, my bed. And I want you in it. I want my gorgeous little brother spread out under me in my bed, where the ghosts of the people who never fucking appreciated you can scream and cry about it all they like, because they don’t fucking matter any more. This is my home. You are mine.”
He punctuated his words with another kiss, firmer this time, and Regulus made a quiet, vulnerable little noise against his lips, before sighing sweetly, and winding his arms around Sirius’ neck as he pushed him back into the room, walking him backwards across the carpet.
“You intending to make eomeoni roll in her grave, Sirius?” He asked in a murmur, Sirius’ brat of a little brother resurfacing through the anxiety of being back in this house; and Sirius grinned into the next kiss, and nipped at his bottom lip.
“I’m going to make the entire family mausoleum quake by the time I’m done with you, baby.”
It pulled a soft laugh from Regulus, and his little brother returned his grin as he kissed him back, pressed up tight against his chest.
They kept kissing as they moved closer to the bed, and as they started to undress one another, Sirius tugging Regulus’ tshirt and binder up over his head before Regulus pulled his own shirt up his back, dumping it on the floor when it was off; and they were both panting when it came time to undo their jeans, shoving them down and wriggling out of them impatiently.
It was, Sirius could acknowledge, not the sexiest moment of his life - certainly not when he got a foot caught in his boxers, and swore under his breath as he struggled to get free - but they pressed laughter into each other’s skin, and Regulus’ expression was bright and happy, and it was… right.
It felt right. Felt perfect.
Sirius marvelled, for a moment, at the fact of it feeling perfect for him to be stripping and preparing to fuck his little brother; but, well.
He coaxed Regulus into laying back across the mattress, and reached to cup his hip, and stroke his thumb over the freckles he was still so enraptured by every time he saw them.
Regulus had been made for him. It only made sense that this would feel perfect.
“How do you want to do this, baby?” He asked in a murmur, stroking circles into Regulus’ hip with his thumb. “We’ve got all day; we can do whatever you want. Just say the word.”
Regulus reached for him, running his hands over his chest firmly while he caught his bottom lip between his teeth, fingers dragging over old stick-and-pokes and the other tattoos Sirius was veritably covered in, before he met his eyes again.
“Fuck me. Just- come fuck me to start. Take me slowly; make me yours. Take me apart and make me scream for you afterwards; but first I want my hyungnim to make love to me.”
Sirius bit back a groan, but nodded in easy acquiescence, and climbed onto the bed, a knee planted between Regulus’ spread thighs as he leaned in and down to kiss him again, much harder and deeper than before, so he could taste his tongue and every soft noise of pleasure that escaped him as Sirius started to run his hands over his body.
He took his time mapping him - his soft cheeks, the smooth column of his throat, the protruding wings of his collarbones. Pressing his palms to his tits and squeezing the soft flesh made him groan softly, echoing Regulus’ soft whimper, before he stroked down the curve of his waist, and over his hips until he could caress his thighs, smooth and soft and so pale as to be begging to be covered in bruises from his mouth and hands - and Regulus did his best to touch him in return, mapping his shoulders and stroking his fingers back through his hair.
“Do you think we would have had this?” Regulus asked suddenly; and when Sirius peered up at him from where he was hovering over his hips, grazing his knuckles up the inside of his thigh, he pursed his lips, blushing all the way down his chest. “Us. This. If you’d not- if you’d stayed, and they’d not reacted the way they did when I came out, do you think we still would have had this?”
They shouldn’t have had it at all, Sirius acknowledged, and thought Regulus was having similar thoughts, his dark grey eyes soft as he watched him; and he exhaled, and coaxed Regulus into hitching his leg up so he could press a kiss to the top of his knee.
“I think in every life, in every version of life, you are a part of me, and I am a part of you. And that’s more than enough for me, baby. That; this. It’s more than enough.”
For a moment, Regulus’ eyes looked wet, like he might burst into tears; but then he blinked hard, and pushed up to sit, pushing his fingers into Sirius’ hair and gripping tightly so he could drag him into a hard, frantic kiss.
Sirius groaned into it, winding an arm around Regulus’ waist to hold him tight against him, eagerly pressing his tongue into his mouth to deepen their kiss; and when Regulus found his free hand and led it between his thighs, coaxing his fingers up against his wet centre, Sirius exhaled roughly into his mouth before nipping his bottom lip gently.
He didn’t tease, didn’t want to waste time toying with Regulus when his little brother was so obviously impatient for it - and when he’d made it clear his desire was to go more than once - and so pressed his first finger inside him without preamble, using the slick already wetting Regulus’ folds to ease the slide inside him.
Regulus exhaled a sweet little moan against his lips, and clung to him harder, before his head lolled back as Sirius started to work him open.
The exposed column of his neck was too much of a temptation, and Sirius was too weak to resist pressing his lips to his skin, sucking and biting marks into the empty canvas like a man possessed. He thought about marking him permanently; even more obviously than the freckles, having his constellation or even his name tattooed here, over the flutter of his pulse, where everyone could see it.
His thoughts drifted momentarily back to those fucking photographs; and he hummed against his skin as he reconsidered, and slipped another finger inside him.
Maybe not a permanent mark. Maybe just a collar. Maybe he’d just get a pretty leather collar to fasten around Regulus’ neck while they were alone; dove grey, to match his pretty eyes, and with a ring in the front so Sirius could leash him to his fucking bed.
He groaned at the thought, and pushed a third finger inside Regulus, sucking hard at his pulse, and the younger man squirmed in his arms, clinging to his shoulders desperately.
“Please, I’m ready,” Regulus panted; and when Sirius made a low noise of disagreement in the back of his throat Regulus whined, and dug his fingers into his skin harder. “I am. Please, Sirius, I need you. You’ve made me wait so long, hyungnim, please.”
God, it was hard to say no to that; and Sirius pressed a firm kiss to the side of his neck, before pulling his fingers free from his cunt, and after a moment of hesitation lifting his hand to offer them to Regulus.
Regulus moaned, and sucked his fingers into his mouth, cleaning the taste of his pussy from them with his tongue; and it was all Sirius could do to groan, and resist shoving him back across the bed and pushing inside him right away.
“You are the sexiest thing I’ve seen in my life,” Sirius murmured, and huffed when Regulus pulled off his fingers and wet his lips, the flash of his tongue obscene as he made a show of chasing the taste of himself; and Sirius gently pushed him on the shoulder, coaxing him back across the bed before he reached to pull open and root through the drawer of his bedside table.
He could feel Regulus’ eyes on him, bright and curious; and made a satisfied noise when he found what he was looking for, retrieving a condom and a bottle of lube to drop on the bed beside them.
When he looked back at Regulus, he had his bottom lip caught between his teeth.
“You don’t have to use it,” he murmured; and Sirius frowned, before his expression scrunched with incredulity.
“Yes, sweetheart, I absolutely do. When we’ve both been tested I’ll fill you up as much as you like; eat my come out of your perfect little cunt if that’s what you want. But until I know I’m not going to give you anything, I’m wrapping my shit, alright?”
Regulus blushed, and stuck his bottom lip out in a pout, but he nodded anyway, and pulled his legs up to brace his feet on the mattress, thighs spread invitingly; and Sirius shifted to settle more precisely between them, running both hands up the insides of his thighs - because he couldn’t help himself, couldn’t resist the softness of his skin, or running his thumb over the top of his leg, tracing the jellyfish tendrils inked across his skin - before he retrieved the condom and tore it open with his teeth.
He watched Regulus fidget to make himself more comfortable as he rolled it onto his cock, watched him drape his arms up over his head as Sirius added an extra, generous coat of lube to himself, before shuffling closer and lining himself up with his cunt-
And for a moment it was like time was suspended; like everything froze, and narrowed down to this moment, his baby brother spread out beneath him, waiting so patiently to be given his cock.
There’d been no going back since the very beginning, of course. When Sirius had opened that cam session, when he’d touched himself on Regulus’ command, when he’d paid him to call out for him when he’d come. When they’d been teenagers, and Sirius had soothed Regulus’ tears by pulling him into his lap and kissing him softly, chaste and wrong but the only right thing in the moment for how it had soothed him and ultimately had him giggling again.
When Sirius had been barely two years old, and the baby in the crib had quietened to sobs when it had realised no adult was coming to soothe it, and Sirius had clambered his way in to wrap his arms around his little sibling and cuddle them close, babbling baby speech at them in the first memory Sirius had of his little brother.
There’d been no fucking going back from the start. Sirius had been lost to Regulus, caught in the storm of him from day one.
This just… sealed it.
Made it better , a voice in the back of his mind corrected, and sounded curiously like Regulus himself; and Sirius exhaled shakily, and wrapped the fingers of his dry hand around Regulus’ hip before using the other to hold his cock steady as he slowly pushed inside him.
“F-fuck you’re tight,” Sirius hissed, barely halfway in and seeing fucking stars; and Regulus whined, and clung to his shoulders and his hair, pulling at him desperately.
“God, Sirius, please,” he panted, thighs squeezing around his hips, arching his spine desperately; and Sirius groaned as he pushed deeper inside him, eyes squeezed shut as he focused on not- just, blowing his load fucking immediately.
“Trying r-really hard not to make this a five second round, sweetheart,” he admitted through gritted teeth, and growled at Regulus when he giggled; but then his little brother was cupping his face in his hands, and tugging him down to kiss him, sweet and slow and thorough as he wound his arms around his neck, and it was so fucking nice that Sirius forgot anything else insisted.
“I don’t care,” Regulus murmured. “Don’t need you to play the fucking porn star, Sirius; I’ve met enough of those guys to never want to waste my time with them again. I just want you. Fast, slow; whatever works for us. I just need you, hyung.”
The words made him melt, a little, pressed to his lips between lazy kisses; before Sirius eased himself the last inch inside Regulus, grunting when they were flush, and bit down on his plush bottom lip lightly.
“Alright, baby, but I want it to last more than five seconds,” he murmured, and was immediately rewarded by more giggles, Regulus burying his face in his shoulder in a poor attempt to muffle them; before Sirius gave a first, firm thrust of his hips, and the laughter quickly transformed into low moaning.
He took it slowly - like Regulus had asked, like Sirius needed, because even if Regulus hadn’t been tighter than fucking sin, even if he wasn’t a blushing virgin in need of being treated like glass, Sirius needed this first time to feel- to feel sacred. To feel like it was important, and not just a frantic if mindblowing fuck. He needed their first time in bed together to feel just as weighted as the thoughts of it had done in the days between their tryst in the bar and now - and curled one arm under Regulus, lifting his hips so on every thrust he cried out as Sirius dragged the head of his cock over his gspot.
“Talk to me, sweetheart,” he panted, pressing the words in against Regulus’ jaw, under his ear where he could taste the sweat beading across his skin, “tell me how it feels. Tell me how much you love it.”
“Fuck,” Regulus whimpered, and tightened his thighs around Sirius’ hips desperately, whining on a particularly hard thrust. “L-love it. Feels- feels so right, so- fuck, so full. M-made for me, hyung, you were made for me.”
Something about the more casual form of address, about Regulus doing away with the theatre of calling him by the more formal title of hyungnim, ending the game, struck the breath from Sirius’ chest, and he nipped at the side of his throat as he started to work his hips a little faster.
“Think you’ll find you were the one made for me, baby,” he murmured, and moved the hand not keeping Regulus’ hips aloft to stroke the smaller man’s hair back out of his sweaty face, so he could find and hold his eyes.
God, he was so fucking beautiful; and Sirius retained their eyecontact as he fucked him harder, deeper, but refused to quicken his pace any more, wanting to drag their orgasms out as a fucking crawl.
He could see Regulus getting closer, could feel it in the clench of his cunt around him as much as he could see the signs in the little scrunch to his brow, and how he finally squeezed his eyes shut, and dropped his head back, clinging to Sirius’ shoulders desperately; and Sirius groaned, and buried his face in his throat, kissing his skin frantically while he drove into his body over and over again.
“Love you, Rabbit,” he panted, holding him tighter against him and slipping his empty hand down between them to press his thumb firmly against his clit. “Fuck, I love you. I won’t ever let you go again.”
Regulus whined, and wrapped his arms back around Sirius’ shoulders, before arching desperately against him as he was overtaken by his orgasm, crying out Sirius’ name as he finished on his cock.
Sirius couldn’t have imagined holding off at that, with his gorgeous baby brother almost sobbing for him, his perfect cunt pulsating around his dick as pleasure overwhelmed him; and he buried his moan in Regulus’ collarbones, gasping his name into his skin as he emptied into the condom with a couple of irregular, hard little thrusts that made Regulus whimper and squirm under him.
He was careful not to slump on top of him when he finished, holding himself up with one hand as he caught his breath, and pressed distracted kisses to Regulus’ shoulders while he listened to his little brother pant over him, before he slumped onto his side and tugged him in against his chest so they could curl up together.
Regulus made a happy noise at that, and pressed a soft, chaste kiss to Sirius’ chin.
“I love you too, Sirius,” he murmured softly, “and I won’t let you leave me again. Not even if you get it into your head that it’s what’s best for me; I’ll chase after you wherever you go.”
Sirius dropped his head so he could meet his eyes, and just drink him in for a second, before pressing in to connect their lips, kissing him firmly.
He couldn’t have kept it chaste if he’d tried. He didn’t - Regulus had just told him he loved him, and the subtle dig about Sirius’ reasons for leaving aside, he’d still affirmed that he’d stay with him, and that- that was just… - but even if he’d wanted to, Regulus’ mouth was so soft and sweet, and he was so fucking obliging, so eager to be kissed, that Sirius couldn’t help but give into the implicit invitation and press his tongue into his mouth, savouring the taste of him.
Any moment Regulus wasn’t being kissed was a waste, he decided. Regulus was made for kissing.
It was easy to get lost in, but easier still to get worked up again, with Regulus pressing himself up against his chest and sighing into his mouth, every gorgeous, naked inch available for Sirius to run his hands across, touching his waist and trailing his fingers down his spine and setting both hands on his full, firm arse to squeeze; and Regulus moaned into his mouth, low and eager, before throwing a leg up around Sirius’ waist so he could grind up against him.
“Mm, does my Rabbit want to go again?” Sirius murmured against his lips, grin spreading across his face; and Regulus whined, and tugged on his shoulders.
“You said we had all day,” he accused him, breathless with want, his eyes lidded and dark from how wide his pupils were blown; and Sirius tutted, and lifted one hand from his arse to bring it down in a sharp smack.
Regulus gasped, and stared up at him, eyes wide but no less flooded with arousal; and Sirius wet his lips as he massaged away the sting.
“Little slut,” he murmured fondly, “is that what you wanted? Want hyung to spank your pretty arse until it’s red and then fuck you again? Really use you this time? I promised I’d make every ancestor we’ve ever buried turn in their graves, after all; I figure fucking my little brother like he is a stupid, cockstarved little fuck toy would be a good start, don’t you baby?”
Regulus made a soft noise in the back of his throat, high pitched and pleading, and pressed himself harder up against Sirius’ chest.
“Please,” he panted, “please, Sirius, I need it. Use me, please.”
Sirius cooed down at him, and pressed a soft kiss to his lips; before he spanked him again, and sat up, pulling out of his hold.
“Hands and knees, sweetheart, chest to the mattress. Put that pretty arse in the air for me; give me the room I need to paint it like you’re begging me to.”
Regulus scrambled to do as he told, somehow managing to make his hurried repositioning still look sexy - though Sirius’ opinion may have been biased, enraptured as he was with his baby brother and every move he made - before he had arranged himself as directed; and Sirius hummed, and stroked his hand down his back from the nap of his neck all the way down over the round of his arse as a reward.
“That’s my good boy,” he murmured, and disposed of the used condom before fishing a fresh one from the drawer, and setting it aside for when they’d next need it.
“What do you use for safe words, baby?” He asked in a murmur, leaning over Regulus to press a kiss to his shoulder. “You okay with traffic lights or is something else better?”
Regulus shivered under him, and visibly wet his lips before he answered him.
“Traffic lights are fine,” he offered, “just- just don’t hit me with anything other than your hand, Sirius. Please.”
Sirius kissed his shoulder again, and then the side of his head, murmuring a soft of course into his hair, before he pulled back to settle against the edge of the bed, one foot on the floor while he kept his other knee balanced between Regulus’ splayed calves.
“I’m not going to ask you to count,” he stated, running both hands over Regulus’ arse cheeks, “or even tell you a number. I’m just going to keep going until I want to stop. Does that sound alright, baby?”
Regulus whimpered, and lifted his hips into Sirius’ touch when he set his palms on his arse and squeezed, before Sirius watched him nod, and his hair slip across his shoulders with the movement.
“Green,” he replied dutifully, and readjusted his position so he was move comfortably resting against the mattress; and Sirius hummed, and smoothed one hand up the length of his spine, savouring the warmth of his skin before he brought his other hand down on his arse sharply.
Regulus whimpered, and squeezed his eyes shut; and Sirius hummed, and spanked him again, starting with a series of firm little smacks to warm him up.
He took his time with him, smacking his pretty arse so he whimpered and gasped, massaging the flushed skin between smacks until he was whining softly and pushing back into it, wordlessly begging for more; and Sirius waited until he was panting, until he could see the outlines of his palm on Regulus’ arse and the other man was trembling, before he started to spank him harder, so the sound of struck flesh echoed.
Regulus wailed, and buried his face in the mattress - and at Sirius’ murmur of colour gasped out green, g-green, so green, don’t stop - and Sirius groaned softly as he spanked him, as he watched the flesh bounce and the red on his cheeks darken with every smack.
He paused, when his palm had started to sting enough for him to need a second to shake it out, to slip his fingers between Regulus’ legs; and hummed, exhaling a soft laugh at the slick he found waiting for him, practically dripping down his thighs.
“Fuck, you really love this, huh? Just fucking fall apart for being spanked like the little brat you are. Spoiled thing, you didn’t even earn it.”
Sirius clicked his tongue against the backs of his teeth, and reached to find Regulus’ clit, and pinch it so he yelped, and jolted in place.
“Next time you’ll have to be a proper brat for me,” he murmured, and pressed a kiss to his spine and he caressed the wet folds of his cunt, slicking his palm against him, “have to show me just how naughty you can be. I know you like it, baby; you’re always so in charge, so focused on being in control, you just want a moment to be corrected, don’t you? To misbehave and be put in your place so you don’t have to think.”
Regulus whined - and Sirius realised he was crying, fat tears rolling down his cheeks, and had to bite back a moan - but nodded regardless, sniffling softly.
“Please,” he whined, “p-please, hyung, I need it.”
“I know,” Sirius cooed softly, “I know exactly what you need, sweetheart. Gonna give it to you exactly how you want it.”
His wet palm came down on Regulus’ arse with a crack that flooded the room, and almost drowned out Regulus’ shriek; and Sirius returned to spanking him, striking the flushed, sensitive skin until his palm was tacky and he could see Regulus’ thighs trembling with the effort of holding himself up, sobs tumbling out of him and into the tear soaked sheets beneath his face.
Ideally, he would have liked to keep going; to see if Regulus could come from just being spanked, if it was enough to push him over the edge.
They’d have time enough for that, though; and Sirius retrieved the fresh condom, rolling it onto his cock before he tangled his sticky hand in Regulus’ hair and dragged him up against his chest.
“I expect you to scream for me this time, sweetheart,” he murmured into his ear, and sank his teeth into the lobe as his pushed back inside him, yanking Regulus’ hips down with his spare hand and burying a groan in against his skin when he was buried back inside his cunt.
Regulus cried out when he pushed inside, sobbed and shook and reached back to clutch at the hand in his hair, anchoring himself with thin fingers wrapped around Sirius’ wrist; and when he started to move, not wasting time waiting for Regulus to adjust this time, his little brother slumped back against his chest, every thrust of his hips punching a choked little ah, ah, ah, from his lips.
“God you’re perfect,” Sirius panted, kissing across his shoulder, and used his free hand to wrap around him, palm pressed to his sternum to hold him against his chest while he pistoned up into Regulus’ slumped, eager little body, “look at you. Made to take it, weren’t you sweetheart? Fucking born to take your hyung’s cock.”
Regulus whined, cunt fluttering around him, and Sirius hummed, and sank his teeth into the crook of his neck hard enough to sting before drawing back to kiss over the indent softly.
“Bet you love that we’re doing it here, huh? That you’re letting me do this right here, in the room our parents slept in. Are you thinking about it, baby? Imagining what it would have been like if we’d done this when they were still around? Imagining the look on our mother’s face if she walked in and saw us like this?”
Sirius laughed against his skin, while Regulus gasped, and with a whimper started to roll down into Sirius’ brutal thrusts, working to take him harder as deeper as he voiced the fantasy.
“Fuck the look on her face to see you like this; stripped, stretched open around my cock, crying and panting like the fucking slut you are. Fuck, Rabbit, you’d give her a fucking heart attack.”
Regulus made a high, hysterical noise; and Sirius ran his hand from his sternum to one of his breasts instead, squeezing almost too hard as he fucked him savagely and yanked om his hair.
“Come on, baby, come on my cock,” he murmured, “let me feel you get tight again. Be a good boy and come where they can all see you; where they can all see their little boy for the cockstarved little whore he’s always fucking been.”
Regulus threw his head back so hard he almost smacked Sirius in the face, and screamed as he came, as he squirted - and Sirius could feel it, spilling across his own thighs, buried his moan in Regulus’ shoulder before he bit him again - and before he was even finished Sirius shoved him forward across the bed again so he could seize him by the hips and drive into his lax, exhausted body, chasing his orgasm in his tight, fluttering cunt, grunting softly on every thrust.
It took three, four, and then a final fifth, savage thrust for him to find his own release; and he grit his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut as he rode it out, grinding his hips against the red skin of Regulus’ arse as his orgasm swept through him and he flooded the condom.
Coming twice in such short succession was… exhausting.
Fuck, he wanted to do it again. He wanted to fuck Regulus until neither of them could move.
Sirius was careful about pulling out, and more careful still about rearranging them, caressing Regulus’ skin and kissing over his face softly, and he guided him to a dry patch on the bed and tugged him into his arms, coaxing his head against his chest.
“You were perfect,” he murmured, and he gently massaged Regulus’ arse and up his back, “so good for me, Reg, you were so fucking good. Thank you, sweetheart, that was fucking amazing.”
He kept murmuring praise to him, kept touching him softly, and stroked his fingers through his hair gently; and when Regulus returned to himself, blinking out of the haze the intense fuck had put him in, Sirius was treated to the close up view of clarity flooding those beautiful grey eyes, and quickly being followed by a smug, cat-like kind of satisfaction as he pillowed his cheek on Sirius’ shoulder and blinked up at him lazily, a corner of his mouth curling in a smirk.
Regulus walked his fingers up Sirius’ chest idly, holding his eyes as he spoke.
“You want me to be a brat for you, huh?”
Sirius dropped his head back on a sigh, while Regulus burst into sweet, delighted laughter, before he moved to kiss the younger man’s forehead instead, swift and smacking.
“Later, baby. First I should get you in a shower, and then I should feed you too.”
“Mm, will you come into the shower with me?” Regulus asked in a murmur, and grinned when Sirius shot him a pained look, the idea of coming again so soon a little painful even to think about; before his eyes drifted down the length of Regulus’ body, and he hummed, moving the arm not wrapped around him to touch his fingers to Regulus’ chest, and the red marks that indicated he’d have at least some slight bruises from the grip he’d had on his tit during their second round.
“What are you thinking?” He inquired softly; and Sirius wet his lips.
“That I want you so covered in evidence of my hands and mouth being on you that the next time you stream your entire chat is fucking seething with jealousy,” he stated flatly, before smirking. “And that it’s only fair I clean up the mess I made between your legs. With my tongue, maybe, if you ask sweetly enough.”
Regulus' breath hitched, and when Sirius looked up again that look was back, the vulnerable one that suggested Sirius had surprised him in some way; and after a moment he shifted to tip his head back, and pressed a soft kiss to Sirius’ lips.
“Well we had better go shower then, hyungnim,” he murmured, and nipped at Sirius’ bottom lip; and Sirius grinned, and wound both arms around him to tackle him back against the mattress, and lick eagerly into his mouth.
When he had hired his private investigator - when he’d stood on Arcturus’ doorstep and been told his little brother hadn’t visited in three years, when he’d received only a sad, knowing look from Narcissa when he’d asked her about him, when he’d stood at his parents’ graves and screamed profanities at their rotting corpses - he’d never thought it would lead to this. He’d certainly never hoped for it.
Like fuck would he allow anyone to take it from him, or chase him away again, though; and when Regulus giggled underneath him, he just kissed him harder to chase the taste of his delight.