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After watching Barty’s experience with the spell, Regulus was curious what it would be like with his anatomy. His boyfriends, unsurprisingly, were happy to help him find out.
By the time Barty leveled his wand at him, Regulus was already wet with anticipation and wondered vaguely if he'd even be able to tell.
It wasn't obvious at first.
He felt the impact of the magic to know he'd been hit by something, but there were no other obvious effects. They hadn't let it take effect on its own last time, Regulus had been too eager to have Barty’s cock in his mouth, and they were faced with a similar problem this time.
As soon as the spell was cast, Evan wrapped his arms around Regulus and stuck a hand between his legs, running his fingers between the folds to feel how wet and hard he was.
Regulus moaned, leaning into him and spreading his legs to allow better access.
“Such a slutty cunt,” Evan mused, kissing Regulus’s jaw, “already wet and ready, aren't I lucky that I get to be the first one to fuck you today?”
“Mmmn, Ev, your fingers feel so good,” Regulus groaned as rubbed against the sensitive nub of his clit, “Don't stop, please.”
“Why would I ever stop, kitten?” Evan asked him, chuckling, increasing his movements, “You're putting on such a show for our boys.” He nudged Regulus to spread his legs wider, putting his cunt on display while Evan’s dark brown fingers danced across his milky skin and rosey folds.
Barty and Remus watched with appreciation. Remus was already palming himself, bringing his cock to full hardness, while Barty's fingers twitched with interest but he dutifully waited until he was told to touch.
“Ohhh, mm, I'm getting–” Regulus moaned, arching his back as the tension grew in his body. His thighs shook and his hips bucked against Evan’s hand, the pressure increasing to the promised peak–
–which never came.
After a few minutes of dancing on the edge, he whined and tried to close his thighs, the stimulation that had been delicious mere moments ago now becoming too much as his body desperately sought the relief that eluded him.
“Aww, kitten,” Evan crooned into his ear, his warm breath ghosting his skin, “Too much?”
Regulus nodded, shivering, “Nngh-hmm,” he bit his lip, “Fuck that's awful.”
Barty smirked, a sense of pride in his expression.
“Ready to see if my cock can fuck you out of it?”
“Yes, fuck, yes, please,” he begged, scrambling over to the bed while Evan pulled on the strap on and readied himself. He ran his hand over the dark green phallus, appreciating the heft and feel of it, the extension of himself that let him pound into his lovers the way they deserved.
Regulus licked his lips as Evan approached him, his legs spread and ready to receive him. He was already more than wet enough, the slick fluid starting to trickle out of his cunt and make a mess of his thighs.
There was a trepidation about him. Regulus was already uncomfortably wound up, and they both knew this almost certainly wouldn't give him the release he was yearning for. That irritated Evan, just a bit, but having Regulus writhing on his cock would be worth it.
Evan lined the head of the phallus up with Regulus’s dripping opening and pressed in, filling him with a smooth movement that made Regulus’s head fall back in pleasure. Regulus’s legs came up to wrap around Evan’s hips, pulling him closer.
Regulus was deliciously responsive, his hips coming up to match Evan’s movements, pulling him deeper. He made beautiful little moans every time Evan pounded into him, at first pleasured then becoming increasingly frustrated.
“It's not– It's not enough– I get so close but I just can't–” Regulus whined, gripping the bed sheets.
“Need more, Reggie?” Remus asked, running his fingers over Regulus’s lips, which parted and he moved his head to take them in, sucking and swirling his tongue. “Want to choke on Barty’s cock? If he cums down your throat, it might just be enough for the spell.”
It probably wouldn't be, but they wanted to experiment with it.
Regulus nodded eagerly around Remus’s fingers.
Evan pulled out so they could move Regulus, positioning him on all fours so he could be filled from both ends. Barty was already hard from watching, and Regulus took him in eagerly, swallowing him down his throat with a satisfied hum that made Barty groan in appreciation.
“Fuck, baby, you swallow my cock so well,” Barty praised, fisting a hand in his hair and fucking his face, watching the way his pink lips stretched around his girth and his grey eyes watered. Regulus made a keening noise, working the length with his tongue, encouraging him.
It wasn't long before Barty was cursing, his movements becoming jerkier as he emptied himself down Regulus’s throat. Regulus took every drop, gripping Barty’s hips to hold him close as he did. Evan slowed his thrusting but reached between Regulus’s legs to play with his clit, trying to push him over the edge.
Then Regulus pulled away with a sob and rested his forehead on Barty’s hip bone, shaking his head.
“Not enough– I still– still can't–” he trembled and Evan carefully pulled out, kissing his shoulders and running hands down his sides.
“You're beautiful like this,” Remus said, resting his broad hand on Regulus’s neck and massaging it. His creamy skin was flushed and glistening with sweat. His legs were shaking with need as he pressed his hips back into the air in a silent plea.
“Maybe we should keep you like this, kitten,” Barty suggested, “Let you be our desperate little cocksleeve for a few days.”
“No!” Regulus snapped, looking up at him with horror. He turned to Evan, his lip wobbling, “Please don't do that, I need to cum so badly, you can't leave me like this.”
“Alright, darling,” Evan crooned, kissing his lips, “Maybe you should earn it, though.”
Regulus whined, pouting properly now.
Evan had taken off the harness and sat himself down. He spread his legs and used his fingers to pull aside his flushed folds, his hard dick sticking out from them and glistening with slick.
“Suck me off, kitten, then we'll let Remus fuck that pretty pink cunt of yours until you're cumming on it,” Evan told him.
Regulus nodded, rushing over and laying himself on his stomach so he could access Evan’s cunt. He used the tip of his tongue to swirl Evan’s testosterone grown dick until he was bucking his hips, then began sucking it into his mouth.
He went to use his fingers to fuck Evan’s hole, but Evan batted them away.
“Nuh uh, kitten, mouth only or no orgasm for you,” he chided teasingly and Regulus whined, wrapping his fingers in the sheets to avoid the temptation.
He moved his head, pressing his mouth as tight against Evan’s cunt as he could manage, using his tongue to fuck into him. He sucked and nipped at the delicate folds before returning his effort to Evan's dick, working him desperately and shooting him pleading looks with his eyes that had Evan chuckling.
Finally Evan arched his back and came against Regulus’s mouth, his hand grabbing Regulus’s hair to hold him in place, fucking his face through the orgasm.
He leaned back on his elbows and grinned at Regulus, panting slightly.
“Good job, kitten,” Evan said, then nodded to Remus, “Give this boy his reward.”
Remus wasted no time in grabbing Regulus’s hips and pulling them up to get him into a better position. Regulus pressed his tip against Regulus’s entrance, already stretched by Evan’s strap on, and pressed in.
“Yes! Ahn– fuck, Remmy, need you, need your cock so bad, need you to cum inside me, please fill me up,” Regulus begged, bracing himself on the mattress and pushing back to meet his thrusts.
“You've been so good, Starshine,” Remus growled, then smirked and turned to Barty, “Think he deserves something special. Want to eat him out while I fuck him?”
Barty perked up, nodding his agreement. Remus pulled Regulus up so his back was pressed against his chest and his cunt was on display. Barty knelt down and secured his mouth to Regulus’s clit, working it as Remus continued fucking into him.
“Fuck! Fuck!” Regulus cried out, writhing and clawing at Barty’s hair, not sure if he was trying to hold him in place or shove him off as the stimulation became overwhelming. His vagina convulsed around the pounding cock, so close to the edge, so desperate.
He felt the familiar twitching of Remus’s cock right before the ejaculation, flooding his cervix with cum as Barty sucked heartily on his clit.
The relief didn't come. He was still trapped on the edge. He let out a desperate sob and the two men carefully helped him onto the bed so he was lying down, shivering with the exertion.
“What is with this spell?” Evan asked with a breathy laugh, playing with the semen that was oozing out of Regulus’s cunt, “Made up by some douchebag with an anal fetish?”
“Rosie,” Regulus whimpered, rutting against Evan’s fingers, “Please, I need to cum so bad, I can't take it anymore, I'll do anything.”
“Oh, I know, kitten,” Evan soothed, kissing him. He lay down and pulled Regulus so he was lying on top of him, “You were so good, baby, did just what I asked, what a mean ol’ curse this is, not letting such a good boy cum.”
Regulus mewled and rubbed his face against Evan’s neck.
“Can we try one more thing to make you cum, or do we need to end the spell?” Evan asked him, running a hand through his hair.
“Wanna cum,” Regulus whined, “Please, Rosie, I'll be good.”
“You're always so good,” Evan soothed and Regulus squirmed against him. Evan held the cheeks of Regulus’s arse open, “That's the good thing about our boys. One of them is always ready to fuck you, kitten.”
Regulus made a pleased noise and Barty took his cue, kneeling down between Evan’s legs and running a hand over his lower back.
“You said you'll do anything, kitten?” Barty asked with a smirk.
“Yes! Anything, please, I'll be so good for you, just make me cum!” Regulus cried, wriggling his hips. Evan raised an eyebrow at Barty, but let him continue.
“You're gonna have to let me eat that delicious arse,” Barty growled.
Regulus whimpered. He was already desperate, and this would do nothing to take the edge off. He could end things, they'd remove the spell and get him off and things would be fine. He wanted to do this, though, he remembered how utterly euphoric Barty had been when he'd seen the spell to completion.
“Okay,” he said in a small voice, pressing his hips back.
“Do better than that, darling,” Barty crooned, “Use those frilly manners to ask me properly.”
Regulus made a despairing noise and buried his face in Evan’s shoulder as he shouted, “Please! Please– ea– eat my arse,” he sobbed, “I need to cum so bad! Please just do it! Anything– just make me cum!”
Barty cackled then leaned forward, delving in with gusto. His tongue flicked out, attacking the puckered ring, pushing it open and fucking it in. He sucked on the rim, used his teeth to tease the sensitive skin, making obscene noises as spit trailed down between the cleft of Regulus’s arse.
Regulus cried and writhed, the attention was too much when he was already so desperate for release. This wasn't the end, either, he still needed to endure Barty fucking him before he had any hope of completion. To make matters worse, Barty began fingering his cunt, working both of his holes, making a mess of the cum that was dripping out of him.
Evan and Remus both soothed him through it, rubbing his back and telling him how well he was doing. He was an absolute wreck, keening with need, mind dizzy with want. He was so close to cumming, it felt as if his body was buzzing, suspended right over the edge that was never going to arrive.
He let out a desperate sob, pleas falling from his lips, which only made Barty laugh and redouble his efforts. Bastard.
“Alright, Baby Black,” Barty said, his voice breathless and laced with mirth, “You've done so good for me. Time for your reward.”
He wasted no time easing in. Before the sentence was out of his mouth, the head of his cock was pressing the rim of Regulus’s arse open and he was sliding in.
“Oh, thank god!” Regulus cried out, shoving himself back, welcoming Barty home, desperate for the promised release.
“No god here,” Barty chuckled, pulling out and thrusting in again, “Hngh, angel, gonna, ungh, help me out?” he grunted as he continued working Regulus, shooting an expectant look at Remus.
“Don't think you can do it yourself?” Remus teased, quickly moving over. He wrapped his arms around Barty, careful not to get in his way, and began rolling the wizard's nipples with his fingers. He kissed along Barty’s throat, “Need help pleasing him?”
“S'why you're here, innit?” Barty asked with a laugh, his pace going jerky in response to Remus’s attention.
“Oh, fuck, that's it,” Evan groaned, watching them, “C'mon, Bee, gonna be so good for me, aren't you, gonna fill him up?”
“Ah! Yes! Ff-fuck,” Barty called, quickening his pace as he chased his orgasm. He cursed under his breath. Remus sank his teeth into the meat of his shoulder and Barty let out a strangled cry as he emptied himself into Regulus.
Regulus wailed. The sensation of hot cum painting his insides was enough to finally push him over the edge. He writhed against Evan, crying out at the intensity, tears falling from his eyes with the relief and pleasure that washed over him.
“Oh– oh fuck–” Barty groaned as he felt Regulus ride out the orgasm on his cock. Remus held him, helped him keep moving, working Regulus through it, then guided him to gently pull out before Barty collapsed next to them.
“Was that worth it, kitten?” Evan asked Regulus, kissing his forehead as Regulus nuzzled against him. Remus came to settle on his other side, all three of them embracing Regulus.
“Mhmm,” Regulus hummed, then he ducked his head and looked up at Evan shyly, “And… maybe it wouldn't be so bad to try leaving me like that for a few days…”
Evan raised his eyebrows in surprise, then smirked.