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Barty hates gifts.
Regulus knows this, and as Barty's loving partner, it is his duty to find a way around it. To respect his desire not to rip off wrapping paper with watchful eyes on him, while still showering him in some form of love and perceptiveness – to show him he is thought of and wanted. While he may not enjoy most Christmas traditions, that particular bit was important for him to feel and fully believe.
If Regulus could pat himself on the back, he would, because he thought he truly hit the nail on the head this year.
After three years with Barty, Regulus found himself happily living together in a shared flat in London, the dream that was once unthinkable now fully realised. Their flat was just a few blocks away from the one Sirius shared with James, where their two friend groups – that had somehow beautifully meshed since seventh year – would be getting together tomorrow for Christmas Day. While Barty pretended to moan and gripe over having to spend time with
“the literal dogs”
, referring primarily to James and Sirius, it was all an act by now. This was a content life they were living.
Though, Barty's wish to make the most of their last night together in complete privacy before A Very Potter Holiday emerged was decidedly
not
an act.
That
was just Barty’s devotion to him soaring deep in that way he promised he would never get enough of.
Regulus hoped he wouldn’t because he couldn’t even if he tried.
Barty had made them both a home cooked meal for the night, a dish called
sarmale
that his mother used to make around the holidays. Insisting on not being an inch away from him, Barty had pulled the grandfather chair that usually resides beside the sofa up to the dinner table. “Come here, pretty boy,” he had whispered with a gleeful laughter before all but picking Regulus up and placing him in his lap in the chair.
It took a little effort for them both to sit and eat comfortably, but once they did, any protest Regulus had about the impracticalities melted away – because eating delicious warm food in the wonderfully warm lap of his boyfriend truly was no complaining matter. He sat sideways in his lap so they could both eat off the same plate and chat in between mouthfuls of food, Barty occasionally poking his cheek when it was filled to the brim, repeating that it is the cutest thing he had ever seen.
Once the food was long since devoured and Regulus had reclined more in his seat, chin resting on Barty’s shoulder as he dazed at him with an undoubtedly lovesick look, he decided it was go time.
Barty’s thumbs snuck beneath the waistband of Regulus’ matching pajama bottoms, massaging the bare skin there absentmindedly. Laughter had freshly died down on his lips, from something Regulus didn't even remember what was but that left a residue giddiness in his bones. He tilted his chin upwards just enough to steal a kiss from those very lips. Barty happily obliged him with a growing grin.
“Baby?” Regulus mused. Barty hummed in response, silently asking what it was. “Would you mind helping me decide on an outfit for tomorrow?”
His grin quickly grew wolfish. “You know I
always
love helping you get dressed, Dragă. And
undressed
.”
He rolled his eyes and gave Barty’s arm a light slap, as if this was not exactly what he was going for. “Keep it in your pants for now, yeah Junior?” Regulus slid out of his lap, giving him his hands to help get up once he gained his footing.
“Yes, sir!” Barty gave a fake salute before letting Regulus pull him up.
With one hand behind him grabbing the top of the chair blindly, he dragged it with him as he trailed behind Regulus into their living room. The door to their shared bedroom was attached to the living room, and once they were in, Regulus turned to Barty with a perhaps too-obvious smile, trailing a finger down his chest.
“How about you just get seated here, and then I’ll come out and show you?” He cocked his head to the side, playing innocent.
Barty pretended to pout. “I don’t get to watch you change?”
“Maybe later if you behave.” Regulus brought the finger up from his chest to flick at his nose, yelping when Barty caught it and gave his knuckle a light bite. “
That
is certainly not behaving, amour.”
“You like it,” he drawled jokingly, pecking Regulus once before sitting back down in the grandfather chair, sprawled out with one knee over the armrest. “Please don’t be long, Dragă.”
He shook his head, goofy lovesick look taking over his face again as he turned around. “I’ll make sure to take longer just because you asked.”
Barty huffed, deflating further into his seat, but when Regulus turned around to look at him, he had intertwined his fingers over his stomach, jumper ridden up enough to expose his lower midriff. His face was indulging, a form of domestic bliss he never expected to be able to draw from him, but revel in every day.
Regulus blew him a kiss and slipped in past the door to their bedroom, leaving it slightly ajar behind him – enough to be able to talk through, but not enough for Barty to see him.
Truth be told, Regulus had picked out his outfit for the Christmas party a week ago. He always did, and he suspected Barty knew that. Even more so, the outfit he would be trying on now was
decidedly
not the one he
will
wear tomorrow, nor was it ever an option.
What he would be doing, is showing Barty his gift.
As Regulus pulled out a box beneath his side of the bed, he found the three things needed to pull it off. A short skirt, a cropped silk shirt – and a piece of mistletoe jewellery, perfect for hi finally healed belly button piercing.
When he first got the piercing, Barty could not keep his eyes off of it nor his hands off of
Regulus
. He was a lover of all things alternative and different, an enjoyment Regulus suspected originally derived from an urge to upset his father, but quickly became one of the many ways he could feel safe and truly like himself. While Barty adored him just the way he was, whenever he would get piercings, tattoos or anything of the sort, Barty would be drooling just a little bit more than usual.
There were permanent purple and red hickies littered around his stomach now.
For the past few weeks, Barty had been brainstorming all the different pieces of jewellery Regulus could wear once the piercing fully healed, as they both knew there was not a lot of time left. Already he had bought him quite a few different ones, in the colours and styles he knew would match Regulus’ favourite go-to outfits.
Somewhere along the line, Regulus got the cheeky idea of a mistletoe jewellery – a kiss under the mistletoe is one Christmas tradition Barty could easily get behind, yeah? At least a kiss underneath
his
mistletoe.
A slight giggle escaped him at the thought as he brought the jewellery to the ensuite bathroom to rinse it with saltwater and wash his hands before changing them.
“What’s so funny?” he heard Barty call from the living room, somehow experiencing FOMO within his own flat.
Regulus decided to make it worse. “Was just thinking about something hilarious James said last Christmas.”
A gasp. “Cruel man. What a cruel, cruel man you are.”
“You like it,” Regulus replied, parroting Barty’s earlier statement. The guffawing laughter told him that he was right.
With slightly trembling fingers, Regulus finally managed to unscrew the standard stainless steel barbell and insert the new mistletoe one. The change didn’t sting at all, and he knew it was fully healed – it actually had been for about two weeks already, but he lied to Barty that it still hurt a little to be able to get away with this.
He knew he would quickly forgive him.
Once the jewellery was fastened, the outfit was quick work. He had put aside a set he thought fit the Christmas vibe – red skirt and a white silk top – but its primary function was showing off his waist, the piercing on full display. As Regulus zipped up the skirt, he began to prepare Barty from his place outside.
“I only really have one outfit to show you,” he called, just loud enough to be sure he would hear him, but still allowing some teasing to slip into his voice. “I quite like it, but I don’t think it is
quite
the one to wear tomorrow now that I think of it.”
“I swear to Merlin, baby, if you walk out in just lingerie, I
will
ravish you.”
“If I walked out in lingerie, it would have been with the intention of you ravishing me,” he said through a laugh. “But no, you can dream on, amour.”
Regulus could hear him shifting in his seat, undoubtedly sprawled out more and more with each passing second. He buttoned only two of the buttons on the silk shirt – enough to be tempting, but not enough to distract from the true star of the show.
“Whatever you want to wear, you’ll look stunning,” Barty added then, a sincerity in his voice on the off-chance that it was insecurity and not teasing he heard in Regulus’ voice. He was certain Barty was onto him by now, but the attentiveness still made his heart bloom.
He’s learning
.
With a quick final look in the mirror, he decided it was everything he needed it to be.
Regulus laid your hand on the door handle, beginning to slowly drag it open. “How stunning are we talking?” he asked with a teasing lilt. “Good enough to eat?”
He stepped into the living room, walking with measured, steady steps towards Barty, feeling every bit like the prince he made him out to be.
Barty drew in a sharp breath at the sight.
Regulus had been right, in his absence Barty seemed to have unhinged his every joint, legs and arms strewn everywhere over the grandfather chair. Yet the second his eyes fell on him, he gathered them all together as he shot up in his seat, feet planting firmly on the ground.
“By Salazar…” he trailed off, eyes going all over his body.
Regulus stood about two metres in front of him, hip kicked to the side as he allowed his body and
midriff
to be on display. Barty’s mouth was agape in admiration, but Regulus could easily identify the moment he noticed the piercing. Shock and pleasure mixed on his face and something akin to a moan escaped him just at the sight. Barty’s hands gripped his knees with a force that only served to excite Regulus further.
“
Baby
,” Barty groaned then, eyes glued onto the mistletoe jewellery. “You truly
are
a treasure, aren’t you? A pretty little wrapped up gift.”
Regulus let out a breathy laugh, already affected by his words. “Just for you, my love,” he murmured as he stepped closer, almost within his reach. “Figured you might want to share a kiss beneath the mistletoe?” He lathered faux innocence over his words, quickly contrasted by his growingly smug smile as he took in Barty’s flustered and heated expression.
At last, Barty’s eyes shot up to meet his, his beautiful irises having given way to darkness. “May I?” he asked, not waiting for an answer as he shifted in his seat.
When he moved, Regulus expected him to come to stand before him, to kiss him and maybe move him to the bedroom. He should have known his boyfriend better.
Barty slid directly off the chair and onto his knees, landing with a soft
thump
before Regulus. His hands shot up to grab Regulus’ hips, steadying himself as his chest came almost flush with his thighs, never once breaking eye contact as he moved.
Regulus shuddered at the sight. Barty Crouch Junior, with his messy dark and green hair, his eyebrow and nose piercings, his rugged yet dangly form and dark clothes, on his knees in front of him, holding onto him for dear life.
“Please,” he whispered in response.
Still with laboured breath, Barty flashed his white teeth with the width of his smile. “My lovely, lovely gift of a boy,” he murmured, squeezing his hips. Barty let his gaze trail from Regulus’ eyes down his neck, over his semi-exposed chest, finally coming eye to eye with his eternal temptation.
He let out a light growl before closing the distance to press a wet and hot kiss right beneath Regulus’ naval, his nose brushing against the mistletoe.
In an instant, Regulus moved his hands to place one on Barty’s shoulders to steady himself and tangle the other into the mess of his hair. “Beautiful, beautiful.” Barty whispered praises as his lips trailed to the left and right, reactivating the hickies he had left there the other night, creating a beautiful night sky for the mistletoe to rest against.
Regulus couldn’t help but chuckle at his ministrations despite the heat pooling in his gut, tugging slightly at his hair. “What would you do if I actually wanted to wear this tomorrow and you’re defiling my skin like this?” he teased.
With his lips still attached to his skin, just a breath above the waistband of his skirt, Barty looked up to meet Regulus’ gaze through his eyelashes. He couldn’t see it, but he could feel his warm smile against him. “You aren’t?” he asked in faux surprise, nipping at the skin with his teeth. “I should hope you would, then we could show everyone what a wonderful gift giver you are.”
He sucked particularly hard on the delicate skin then, drawing a shaky sigh from Regulus – clearly his intention. “I think this is a gift reserved only for you, amour,” Regulus managed to whisper.
“Good.” Another kiss. “Doesn’t mean we can’t let the world know, though.”
If Regulus had any good piece of banter to respond to that with, it was erased from his mind by the feeling of Barty’s hands on his hips moving to dip his thumbs into either side of his waistband. Tantalisingly slow, Barty dragged the skirt further down, letting his tongue and teeth roam over every inch of newly exposed skin.
His breath was hot against him as he placed tentative, open-mouthed kisses, but he couldn’t fool Regulus – he could feel his desperation in the way his fingertips dug into him as if they were chasing bone and the way his teeth scratched against him in his rush towards his next kiss.
When he reached Regulus’ flimsy panties with his thumbs, he gave a wicked grin in between kisses before hooking his fingers into those as well, and with a flush pulling them down so the clothes could pool around his ankles. A genuine groan escaped Barty at the sight of Regulus’ bare core, want dripping down onto his thigh. Regulus used his hand on his shoulders for support and stepped out of his skirt and underwear, kicking them to the side. Barty’s hands found his skin immediately after assisting Regulus in his undressing, but he let one explorative pointer finger come up between his folds, gathering the slick, just barely missing his clit as he brought it back to his face.
Maintaining eye contact, Barty stuck his tongue out and licked Regulus’ arousal off of his finger, squeezing his eyes shut and moaning at the taste.
He looked downright
unholy
.
“Fuck, baby, you are fucking
everything
,” he groaned, squeezing his hips.
“You like it?” Regulus asked breathlessly, hands in his hair tugging without thinking.
A wicked grin accompanied his wink. “More than like.” Barty sank further down on his knees so that his face was right in front of Regulus’ naked cunt. His left hand came up to splay out across Regulus’ stomach, thumb barely brushing the mistletoe jewellery when he dragged it back and forth across the skin, leaving goosebumps in his trace.
“When under a mistletoe, right?”
Before Regulus had the chance to respond, Barty dipped his head forward the last few centimetres needed and delved his tongue in between his folds, licking a clean stripe up his pussy. He circled his clit once he reached the top before flattening his tongue out for another broad stroke. A gasp escaped Regulus and he parted his legs further on instinct – Barty used the momentum to hook his left leg over his shoulder, both arms securely holding his hips in an iron grip, not allowing him to falter for even a second.
Barty did indeed
kiss
him, lips wrapping around his clit to suck, teeth already grazing him cheekily in that way that promised more. Thrills were shooting through Regulus, an almost tickling sensation that spread throughout his bloodstream until it settled into a content humming. Barty’s tongue, his lips, his touch and his arms were warm and strong against him, steady and so desperately devoted. Barty’s movements were in sync with Regulus’, having learned well enough by now how his body ticks, and how to get what he
wants
– which is to devour him – while making Regulus feel as good as possible.
He moved further down with his mouth, focusing his tongue around Regulus’ entrance and moving his head subtly back and forth so his large nose nudged continuously against his clit. The soft moans spilled from Regulus’ lips, spurring him on; he knew better than to keep them in by now, feeling fully empowered and comfortable in Barty’s affection.
Barty curled his tongue against him, dipping in to graze at the soft spot just inside of him, causing Regulus to grip his hair tighter, knotting it between his fingers. When he pulled at his hair more harshly, a satisfied groan escaped Barty, top lip vibrating against Regulus in a wonderfully delicious way. “Fuck, Barty,” he whispered and gasped when Barty’s teeth touched his unhooded clit as his lips curled back into a smile.
“Good enough kiss for you, Dragă?” he teased as he drew a quick breath before letting his hands grasp at Regulus’ arse more securely to bring his cunt flush against his face, drawing blasphemous sounds from him in an instant.
He ate at him hungirly, tongue alternating every second between broad and pointed strokes, drawing quick figures over Regulus’ clit before letting his nose take over as he dipped inside of him. Barty’s face must surely be completely covered in Regulus by now, and the thought made him clench his thighs even more. Barty hummed purposefully against him, moving his head just right and basking in all that is
Regulus
; his favourite gift.
It was clear he could tell Regulus was closing in on his orgasm from the smugness in how he ate him out and the increasing strength in his hold on him. With Regulus’ leg over Barty’s shoulders digging into his back and his hands on his neck and shoulders clinging onto him for dear life, one would have thought it was enough – but Barty had his lover’s hips fully circled in his grasp, holding the small of his back and his backside cheekily as he ensured his complete safety.
“Come for me, baby,” he whispered against Regulus, making sure his lips moved right against his clit.
Regulus was shivering and shaking in his grasp, laughing at the intensity of his orgasm while standing upright in the middle of their living room. Barty laughed too, but doubled down in his efforts, practically burying his face within Regulus.
A long, guttural moan filled the room as Regulus almost crushed Barty’s head against him – just how he likes. His eyes were scrunched shut in ecstasy and his mind was completely elsewhere when Barty began massaging the flesh he had been abusing mere moments ago, pressing featherlight kisses up the length of his cunt and continuing above it.
“Absolutely perfect.” He pressed a final kiss right beneath his naval. Regulus sighed in complete satisfaction, going increasingly limp as Barty stood back up to his full height, holding Regulus’ slumped form against him. He was certain his eyes must be dazed as they met Barty’s, who seemed to be drinking it up, a new goofy expression mixing with his hungry one.
“I take it you approve of the mistletoe?” Regulus mumbled, not expecting his words to be so slurred, not having realised that his mouth had gone numb. Barty saw the surprise in his face and they both giggled together, foreheads pressing against each other.
Barty gave him a soaring kiss to the lips this time, not shying away despite the absolute mess Regulus had made of his face. He couldn’t bring himself to care either – on the contrary, he parted his lips to let him take his mouth in full, mixing his cum and spit between smiles.
“You’re bloody insane, you know that?” Barty laughed breathlessly between kisses, holding Regulus impossibly close to his body.
He bit back the
“I reckon that’s why you like me so much”
, knowing the joke would prompt a tirade about all the things Barty
loves
about him. Instead, Regulus smiled happily, giving him sweet kisses in quick succession.
“Maybe I just wanted to show my boyfriend what a merry Christmas it could be?”
Barty hummed in approval. As he felt more secure in the steadiness of Regulus’ legs, he let one of his arms move up for his fingers to palm his cheek, carding lazily through his hair. “Might have to get a mistletoe tattoo myself now as a thank you.”
Regulus guffawed, throwing his head back with laughter, and Barty took advantage of the moment to begin kissing down the length of his neck with an open mouth and explorative tongue. The laugh quickly turned into a content sigh.
“We would never leave the bedroom,” Regulus commented, pretending to be concerned by his suggestion.
“And what a wonderful life that would be indeed.” Barty came back up in front of his face, eyes alight with foolish love and mischief. “Speaking of bedroom…?”
Regulus barely had the time to nod once before Barty had bent down to hike him up into his arms bridal style and ran off towards the bedroom with him, cackling like a madman.
It was a merry Christmas, after all.