Regulus was... beyond spent. In a good way. In the best way, in fact.

James naked by his side, sunlight catching on his skin, giving soft tones to the hard planes of muscle that Regulus trailed his fingers through, tracing the dips.

James slept like a frozen starfish, in every sense of the word. It was a surprise he hadn't broken his neck yet from his position. It pulls a small chuckle from Regulus' throat.

Regulus' eyes drifted out the tall, large windows of their hotel room, gaze lazily drifting over the city of Milan, slowly waking up. He watches people go about their days...

His eyes drag back over to James, sleep-warm and comfortable against his side, arms wrapped tight around him, and Regulus gently runs his fingers through his tousled mess of hair, lips pulling into a soft smile.. His body aches, from his toes, to his wrists, to his throat, to his- Nevermind.

He sighs, gently extracting himself from James' hold, even if it takes everything in his power to not just melt into the other, stretching out as he sits up.

He grimaces when he stands up to go take a shower, thighs and hips protesting, and the mirror shows the evidence of last nights activities on his body, from the scattered lovebites to the hand-shaped marks that wrapped around his waist and thighs, his hips and his calves. Hickeys on his shoulders, collar, neck and jaw.

God, he reeked of sweat and the scent of their previous night(s).

A short shower later, Regulus walks out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, hair a mess of drying, damp curls, beads of excess water still clinging to his body.

A quiet snort causes Regulus to look over at the bed, where James is now stirring, shifting in the sheets, face pressed against the pillow, mumbling incoherently, before he cracks one eye open, slowly lifting his head to look over at Regulus. He stares for a few moments, gaze trailing over what he can see of Regulus' body, a lazy smirk stretching across his face.