"Embracing the Mess"

Regulus stood frozen in the bathroom, still reeling from the events of the previous night. James's words of reassurance echoed in his mind, but he couldn't shake off the feeling of embarrassment and shame. He looked down at the floor, where the towel lay, stained with his blood, and felt a wave of mortification wash over him. James, sensing his distress, stepped closer and gently lifted Regulus's chin. "Hey, it's okay," he said, his voice soft and soothing. "We're in this together, remember?" Regulus nodded, feeling a lump form in his throat. He knew James was right, but it was hard to let go of the stigma surrounding his crimson curse. James seemed to sense his struggle and took a step closer, his eyes locked on Regulus's. "I want you to know that I find you beautiful, blood and all," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "And I want to show you that I'm not just saying that. I want to show you that I mean it." Regulus's heart skipped a beat as James's words sent a shiver down his spine. He knew what was coming, and a mix of emotions swirled inside him. James took another step closer, his eyes never leaving Regulus's, and gently pushed him against the sink. Regulus felt the cool surface against his back as James's hands roamed over his body, sending shivers down his spine. James's fingers danced along his waistband, and Regulus knew what was coming. He felt a flutter in his chest as James's hands slipped under his underwear, pulling them down. The cool air hit Regulus's skin, and he felt a rush of blood to his face. But James just smiled, his eyes locked on Regulus's, and gently pulled him closer. Regulus felt James's warm breath on his skin, and his heart skipped a beat. James's tongue slipped out, and Regulus felt a rush of pleasure as James began to eat him out. The sensation was overwhelming, and Regulus let out a soft moan as James's tongue danced over his skin. The pleasure was intense, and Regulus felt himself gushing blood, the warm liquid flowing down his thighs. But James didn't stop, didn't pull away. Instead, he seemed to revel in the mess, his tongue lapping up the blood and his lips sealing around Regulus's skin. Regulus felt a rush of pleasure, mixed with a sense of relief. Maybe, just maybe, he was starting to accept his cycle, and the mess that came with it. As James continued to eat him out, Regulus felt himself getting lost in the sensation, the pleasure overwhelming. He knew he was in good hands, that James would take care of him, no matter what. And with that thought, he let go, allowing himself to be consumed by the pleasure, and the mess that came with it.