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“Oh - oh shit baby.”
“Fuck - harder - harder James. Fucking harder.”
James chuckles - or chuckles as much as he can while ascending to higher existence, a beautiful god of a man beneath him. “If I go harder I’m going to break you - or the chair.”
Regulus grips the hair at the back of his head and pulls. “I said fuck me harder,” he hisses in that bossy voice.
“Oh fuck - yes baby, whatever you want baby.” He finds himself fumbling to leverage one knee up on the white plush armchair. Reg is practically folded in half by the change in angle and James has to brace his opposite hand on the wall to thrust his hips, using all the muscle power granted to him by years of rigorous training.
His boyfriend makes an utterly obscene sound that will definitely have their upstairs, downstairs, and sideways neighbours filing complaints - god they need to move into a detached place. Especially now James has swapped teams to train in France.
The chair thumps repeatedly against the wall, echoing around their flat and probably denting the wall. Then, Regulus demands faster and so James–incapable of saying no to the boy–with all his strength and stamina, puts his entire bodily weight on the chair and-
A horrible creaking sound has them both pausing and meeting each other's eyes with a shared look of concern. James tries to ignore it, and keeps going, until suddenly the chair is giving way beneath him and he has to leap off, bringing Reg with him.
Regulus makes an adorable yelping sound as James lifts him and wraps his legs around his waist. It’s enough that James temporarily forgets about the chair and instead collapses onto their couch, and fucks Regulus across both their finish lines.
He gasps for air, and quickly tumbles away from the couch where Regulus is still reeling and sedated by his orgasm, and runs for the bathroom to fetch a towel. By the time he returns, Regulus is sitting up and staring across the room at the mangled furniture that was once a perfectly good chair.
“You broke my chair,” his boyfriend sneers.
James tuts, and dives onto the couch beside him. “Nuh - uh we broke your chair. That was a group effort.”
Regulus glares at him. “I wasn’t the one doing the fucking. I was just sitting there all pretty and taking your cock. You’re the one who was shaking the damn thing with all your body weight.”
“Are you calling me heavy?” James gasps.
His boyfriend looks him dead in the eyes. “James. You are six feet tall and a literal athlete. Yes - you are heavy as fuck, and you broke my chair.”
James chuckles, then nuzzles his face into Regulus’ adorable, murderous face. “I’m sorry baby. I’ll buy you a new chair,” he croons, guiding his boyfriend back to lie in the mass of couch cushions and throws. “I’ll buy you a hundred new chairs and then we can break one every day,” he teases, kissing down the boy's chest and stomach.
Regulus tries to maintain his annoyed stare but softens with a delicate moan when James hikes one of his thighs over his shoulder and starts licking up the mess they made, rather than wiping it with the towel he brought.
“Fine,” he grunts, and James hides his smug smile. “But we’re going to IKEA later so you can build me a new one,” he adds with a forceful glare.
James nods with a small laugh, then buries himself between the boy's legs.
…
“James, can you focus please.” Regulus snaps, standing at the end of the display bedroom with his arms tightly crossed over his chest.
His boyfriend sits up in the bed, letting the mountain of pillows and stuffed animals fall onto the ground as he grins like a wildcat. It’s utterly adorable and Regulus is finding it increasingly difficult to not melt into a puddle. He is so infuriatingly gone for this stupid man.
“Cmon love. Don’t you want to give some of these beds a try,” James says with a wink.
Regulus has to fight the muscles in his cheeks to not laugh. “Okay first; I am too pretty to go to prison, and I’m pretty sure what you’re suggesting involves public indecency,” he drawls, then gestures to the several families and young children walking through the furniture shop around them.
James rolls his eyes and falls back into the cushions defeated, but obediently listens to Regulus’ next point: “Second; I already have a bed remember.”
His boyfriend smirks, and starts to practically crawl across the display sheets to reach him at the end of the bed. It’s obscene and Regulus feels his knees buckle slightly as James pulls him closer by his hips.
“Oh trust me love, I have some excellent memories of your bed,” he grins, and presses a kiss to his jaw before pulling back slightly. “Just thought it might be good to pick out some new furniture, since I’m here now.” He shrugs.
Regulus purses his lips and looks down between them, avoiding James’ eyes. They haven’t really talked about where James is going to live now he’s moved to the french team. He sort of just assumed they’d move in together. He even found some bigger houses on the outskirts of the city they could move into, and secretly saved his favourites in a file on his laptop. But when James says things like that it makes him nervous that he wants to move into his own place, with his own things and his own space.
“Sure. If you want your own bed,” he mumbles, stepping out of James’ reach.
He doesn’t notice James’ amused frown as he walks out of the display room and towards the rows of armchairs.
…
They leave the shop with just a new armchair.
Regulus tried to insist on the same as before, but James wanted the loveseat version.
More room for more fun, were James’ exact words, earning a blush from the poor staff member trying to help them.
He gets in James’ deep red Ferrari and turns to look out of the window as James winds through the car park and onto the road. His thoughts wander as they continue to drive, trying to imagine what it would be like living so close to James for the first time in their whole relationship, yet still not being as close as he wants.
It’s understandable that James doesn’t want to live with him. He used to live with Sirius, when they first moved out of their parents’ house, and they almost killed each other. Personally, Reg would blame that on Sirius’ numerous intolerable habits, but he probably wasn’t the easiest to live with either.
James probably just wants what’s best for their relationship. Which apparently is living at a distance, even after all of these months with the distance of two separate countries.
Regulus is so distracted by the spiral of thoughts in his head that he hardly notices when James takes the wrong turn and starts to travel further out of the city than Reg’s flat.
He only realises when he passes by a detached home with a sweeping garden and tall metal gates– then another, and another.
“James? Where are we?” he asks, staring at the fourth beautiful mansion.
His boyfriend doesn’t reply right away, just drives past a few more houses then pulls to a stop at the side of the road. “I thought we might as well build the chair here.” James says with a tense smile.
Regulus is confused, but then he looks out the window again and his jaw drops.
Oh.
Slowly, he opens the car door, and stands between the wide open gates, staring at the house and the large SOLD sign on its arched white front door.
Regulus recognises it in an instant. He knows the soft cream-colored stone walls and the big windows with white shutters. The roof is a soft pale blue and the garden is vibrant green with pretty trimmed hedges.
His favourite part of the house though, is the tall, sweeping blossom tree that stands in the front garden. Its branches hang down to the floor and sway with the soft, peaceful breeze. The delicate pink flowers reach out from the tree and wind all along the front of the house, crawling through the gaps between the windows and painting the white house in a dust pink colour.
The whole house is like something from a dream. Something from his dream.
This house snagged Regulus’ attention a few weeks before while scrolling through housing options on his laptop. He found it lovely in the pictures, but now, standing before it and seeing it with his own eyes, he was struck by its soft beauty. He could smell the flower blossoms and see each small detail that a photo just can’t capture.
He turns slowly, and meets James’ eyes where he stands nervously a few feet away, a pair of new keys hanging from his fingers. “How did you know?”
James shrugs, and obviously tries to suppress his smile. “I - uh, well I sort of found the photos on your laptop. I swear I wasn’t snooping, just looking for your disney password for our movie night.” He chuckles, tight with worry.
Regulus almost laughs - or cries. He can’t decide. So instead he just crosses the space between them and throws his arms around his boyfriend's neck. James exhales at the contact and pulls him closer, lifting him a few inches off the ground so they can be closer.
“While you were looking through my pictures I hope you also saw the white Porsche - and that Monet for our entryway,” he says with a smirk as they part.
James rolls his eyes but quickly dips Regulus back slightly and brings their lips together. He laughs into the kiss and they almost fall down onto the stone driveway of their house.
He’s eventually able to pry James off, and snatches the keys from his hand.
“How would you feel about christening our new bedroom?” he teases, biting down on his bottom lip.
James’ legs seem to wobble slightly and he turns the same shade of pink as the cherry blossom tree. “I- I would feel really good about it…except we don’t actually have a bed. I was waiting to show you before decorating,” he sheepishly admits.
Regulus stares at him, then takes James’ hand and starts to pull him down the drive. “Then we’ll christen the walls, the floor and shower. ‘That okay with you?” he says with a wink.
James eagerly nods, and almost stumbles over his own feet as Regulus reaches the front door.
“Right then,” he grins, and twists the key in the lock.