Silk makes Severus tick.
Touching
AN: I have no idea if the Lestrange brothers went to Hogwarts at the same time as Regulus and the others. So, warning: in my story, they do.
Warning: a boy that wears skirt, garters and high-heels. A boy that touches—and caresses—the thigh of the boy in the skirt.
"You're wearing a skirt."
Regulus eyed the older boy sceptically at the sound of his voice—he was trying to ridicule him, though didn't quite cut it, and sounded more surprised than anything.
"Oh really?" He replied sarcastically, fixing his hair in front of the common-room mirror—almost everyone had left for breakfast already. He opened his mouth in a perfect round 'o', putting his hand in front of it in a mock-surprise gesture. "This is a skirt? Oh darn, then where are my pants?"
Lucius shrugged and got whacked on the head by his best friend's book.
"Why the fuck are you wearing a skirt?" Said friend questioned Regulus, as he fixed the seam, making sure his ass was covered.
"I got dared while you were wasting your life away with your dusty lovers," he brushed off the imaginable dirt on his shirt, before turning to wink at the teenagers on the couch. "We're burning daylight—you coming for breakfast?"
They tipped their eyebrows up at the same time, and Regulus sniggered as he took his book bag.
"I refuse to walk into the great hall with a boy dressed like a girl." Severus said dryly.
Regulus clacked his tongue, heading out. Before he left he said—in a girly squeak: "but Sevi-darlingest, I'm not a boy dressed like a girl! I'm just a boy in a skirt!" and with a waved kiss their way, closed the door that looked like a wall behind him.
Walking into the great hall was not a problem for Regulus—he'd promised himself not to make it a problem. He knew he looked drop-dead-gorgeous, and no one was making him believe otherwise. Of course Sirius immediately noticed him—he catcalled and all heads turned. Regulus smirked, used to his brother's inappropriateness, and waited for the crude remark that was sure to come.
"Mrow, looking good Reggy-love-bum," he yelled, and wriggled his eyebrows at his brother. "I'd totally hit that."
"Tsk," Regulus clucked his tongue again—something Sirius had taught him—and smiled. "Enough of those incestuous remarks. Try to behave."
Sirius winked at him and Regulus click-clacked his way over to the Slytherin's table—high heels were part of the deal, and though the white stocking weren't, he'd added them just for funs. The white fabric fitted the black shoes perfect anyways. Flopping down he immediately knew how good he'd done with adding the stockings—guys were drooling at him, and he loved it. Sure, he always attracted attention, he was a Black after all, and though not as popular at Sirius, he was adorable enough to battle his brother for the throne—he might've even won that throne, had he been Gryffindor and a man-whore. He was neither—or so he liked to pretend. Sirius had always told him that with an ass, legs and eyes like theirs, it just couldn't go wrong, and Regulus had to admit he was absolutely right. And though they did have something feminine about them, that just added to the charm, he supposed.
He heard the whispers spreading through the hall and knew he was being talked about—but, once Sirius' brother, always Sirius' brother, and they were both such attention-whores. He immensely enjoyed the looks people gave him, and smirked inwardly when he saw the glares Severus gave him from across the table—he was jealous, Regulus was almost completely sure of that fact, because when he stood to head to his first class some jerk thought he had the right to grab his ass, so Regulus punched him in the face—and Severus looked rather pleased about it. The look disappeared as soon as Regulus hooked his arm with Rabastan's though, and it only made Regulus' inner smirk grow.
"It's quite good Mister Black," McGonagall tried to ignore the fact that her pupil was dressed in a skirt, and gave Regulus his paper, while the students of her next class filled in—the fifth grade Gryffindors and Slytherins. "It was only the conclusion that was a bit off—these last lines."
"I'll be sure to check them again professor," he bowed his head for her and headed out, passing Severus on his way. He paused him, grabbing his arm and brought his lips to the older boy's ear, whispering: "stop staring at my ass Sevy, it's getting a bit obvious."
He made sure not to miss the blush creeping to his cheek, painting his face red.
Regulus knew he was late. The bell had rung ten minutes ago—he was late. He hated being late at times like these. Slughorn had given him permission to attend the Advanced Potions class, which meant he was a third-grader with a fifth grader's Potion's level. At times like that, you have to fight to prove what you can do—what you don't do is come late. No, because that makes you look like an idiot. A third grade idiot, and you don't want that when you're in a class full of fifth graders. For the first time that day he regretted wearing a skirt.
He knocked the door nervously, and without waiting for the professor's reply pushed his way inside—doing his best to look Slughorn in the eye while he repeated the apology in his head. Slughorn looked up when he closed to door, and his eyes went wide at the sight.
"Mi—mister Black..." he choked out, and Regulus inwardly bit his lip—on the outside he shifted his bag on his hip, and smiled politely.
"I'm sorry I'm late professor, there was this girl and she'd fallen down a set of stairs and I tried to help her, but then I noticed she was a Huffelpuff and she realised I was a Slytherin boy and tried to yank my hair out. It won't happen again," he huffed, and rubbed his head slightly—stupid bitch, it hurt like hell. "I hope."
"I..."
"I certainly didn't mean to be late," he swore, shifting his bag again. "Just trying to help a fellow student—can't gather what was wrong with her, yelling at me like that. I was just being polite you know, and instead of a thank you, I got one of her fake-nails in my arm. Kids these days."
"You..."
"Is it alright if I sit now professor?" He asked sweetly, and started towards his place next to Severus. "Or are you just going to continue to stare at me?"
Slughorn stayed silent for another minute.
"No, of course, sit down," Regulus grinned and flopped down, giving his brother—on the other side of the classroom—a wink. "Just don't be late again mister Black."
"With all respect sir, tell that to the girl!"
Slughorn just shrugged, turning back to the blackboard, continuing to list all the needed ingredients for their potion—apparently he decided that skirts wasn't the worst the Black boys could do, and overall he should be happy he got away with just skirts. Regulus remembered that time when Sirius had...
"I bet you were late because you had to fix your make-up." A thick voice whispered next to him, and Regulus turned, grinning.
"Actually, it were the garters causing me trouble this time." He saw Severus' eyes widen, and inwardly did a victory dance.
"Ga...—garters?" The older boy chocked out.
"Mmm," Regulus nodded, and whilst copying the list onto a piece of parchment with his right hand, he grasped Severus' under the table with his left. "Here," before Severus could protest, Regulus leaded his hand between his thighs, placing it on the white lace of his stocking—where the clasp and the silk thread connected it with the garter. He kept his hand securely on Severus', making sure the boy wouldn't pull away too soon—and couldn't help his eyes from fluttering shut. "Feel it?"
He would've quite audibly heard Severus swallow, if he hadn't been so focussed on the feel of the boy's hand against his thigh, caught deliciously beneath his own. He dropped his quill, his body shaking violently at the cautious touch when Severus stroked his fingers over the fabric.
"Ye...—yeah." Severus' voice was hoarser than before, and Regulus shakily moved his hand upwards.
"They go up... here," he said, not without trouble. "See?"
"It's... really soft." Severus muttered, but when he moved his hand up a little more, inching closer to Regulus' silky underwear, Regulus suddenly snapped shut—just like his legs did, Severus' hand caught between his thighs.
No one noticed the younger boy freaking out, until the thick potion's book fell to the dusty floor, and everyone stared at him—Severus' eyes had widened when Regulus had reacted so strongly, but Regulus didn't seem to know or care, getting up instead.
"I need to use the bathroom." He offered as an explanation, and ran from the room before Slughorn could protest.
Severus bit his lip—not quite understanding what had just happened—knowing he had to fix it though.
"I need to pee too," he got up, following the youngest Black boy. "I'll be right back!"
Regulus had already reached the closest bathroom—which happened to be Moaning Myrtle's, but that was okay, since no one ever came there—and was just about to hide in the last booth, when an angry fist slammed into the tiled wall next to his head.
He turned in shock, only to be met with Severus Snape, dark eyes boring holes into his soul.
"What the hell just happened?" the older boy demanded angrily, and Regulus bit his lip, leaning back against the wall.
"I dunno..." his heart was beating fast and his breathing felt laboured, like he'd run a mile. "You were touching and..."
"You made me!" Severus defended himself, as if this was a fight and the winner took all—but it wasn't, and Regulus wished he could explain without sounding like a wuss, but he really couldn't.
"I know, but I hadn't thought it'd feel... so nice," he confessed, and when he looked at the boy's face, he saw his eyes had softened up. "It's not supposed to, because I know you only like my body and that's not cool because I..."
"Like you for more than just your body," Severus murmured, and before Regulus could protest, the boy took Regulus' head and kissed his bottom lip. Taking it in his mouth he bit down softly, and then kissed him full on—who'd ever thought Severus was such a good kisser. "A body alone couldn't make me feel like this."
"Sev..." Regulus panted harshly when they separated, he buried his hands under Severus' t-shirt, grasping his sides. "Please touch me again."
Severus bit his lip, considering it. Then he moved his hand down to the boy's side, drifting it over the skirt and to the stockings. When his hand moved up the soft marble skin Regulus' settled on his wrist, making sure Severus wouldn't pull away from him. The touch was barely even there, but it encouraged Severus to gently cup the boy's strong thigh, slowly drawing his thumb over the goosebumped flesh.
"Oh Merlin," Regulus huffed hoarsely, one hand still clawing at Severus' naked sides. He pulled the man closer, banging his head back against the wall—no one's touch had ever felt as good as Severus', hardly putting pressure, but stroking him softly. "Sev..."
The man's fingers skitted over Regulus' thigh, moving up—he felt the warm palm stay pressed against the inside, the fingers crawling deeper between his legs, and he mewled darkly. The touch was absolutely divine, making his whole body shiver and tingle pleasantly.
He reached his hand up, releasing Severus' side, and burying it in the pitch black hair—pulling him down to kiss him hotly, panting against each other's lips. Regulus weaved the fingers of their hands together, as Severus guided them over his pale thigh again. He could feel his whole hand glowing with the warmth Regulus' thighs radiated.
"Please," Regulus breathed out chokingly, his voice hitching. He connected their eyes, both darkened with lust and he wanted it so badly. "Please have me."
"I..." Severus paused at the invitation—he was desperate, the younger boy driving him completely insane and wearing his defences down, all at once. He wanted to. He wanted to so badly. But Regulus was so young, and...
"I want you to," he groaned darkly, arching his back against the wall and forcing his body against Severus'. "Please."
"I can't," Severus closed his eyes, pushing himself away from the wall and the boy, feeling his hand slip from between the blissful thighs, and Regulus' hands leave his skin. "Not like this. Not now."
Regulus watched him walk away—sliding down the wall he buried his face in his hands. Everything had been going so well. Grunting he looked up. He didn't understand what went wrong and... his eyes widened in realisation. 'Not like this. Not now.' He'd said. Regulus started grinning—that could only mean that he should just try again later. And he would.
AN: there is one more chapter to go with this -it's a lemon- so if you want the rest, review and let me know what you thought about the first part.
