Disclaimer: If they actually belonged to me, this wouldn’t be fanfiction, now would it?

Warning: Drabble. Oneshot (part of a series of oneshots I’m writing in different fandoms, connected only by the prompt). Slash. Duh.

Utensil Joy

Part Treize

Regulus hisses through his teeth as heated liquid splashes across his skin, followed by an even hotter mouth. He twists helplessly against his silk restraints, trying to follow as the mouth retreats.

At the wine-rich chuckle from above, Regulus forces his eyes open to glare at his boyfriend.

Rabastan merely lifts the dripping spoon and lets a smooth stream of chocolate trace patterns over Regulus’s stomach and thighs, smirking as Regulus clenches his teeth, trying, and failing, to swallow a moan, hips shifting frantically in search of friction.

“Gods, Rab, fuck,” Regulus grits, and Rabastan’s eyes dance wickedly.

“Say ‘please’.”

END