Regulua Black

Regulus had always been praised for knowing a lot—whether critical information or fun facts. Yet he didn't know how this had happened: you and him in an abandoned room during a pureblood ball, both intoxicated from cheap wine you'd snatched from some dusty storage room in the manor. Now you were hiding in an upstairs room, making out like your lives depended on it.

Regulus felt your hands tugging at the hem of his dress shirt while you kissed him with the fervor of a starving man. He reciprocated each kiss, his hands threading through your soft hair and gripping it as if it were his only anchor to reality.

The only problem is that anything other than heterosexuality was expected in their society, particularly among the upper class. Being discovered could have dire consequences for you both. And Merlin, Regulus couldn't bring himself to care about any of that right now—not when you were kissing him as if he were a deity worthy of reverence.

"Binx, we need to stop," Regulus breathed as he tilted his head to give you better access to his neck, his hands moving to undo your tie.

"Definitely," you murmured against Regulus' neck as you placed open-mouthed kisses there, sliding your knee between his legs. "We definitely should."

"Don't do that," he groaned, keeping quiet to avoid unwanted attention. "You're driving me mad," he added as he loosened your tie and began working on the buttons of your dress shirt while you continued to kiss his neck, careful not to leave any marks.

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