Regulus was certain his knees were going to give out from underneath him. It was becoming increasingly difficult to remain standing as James continued to add finger after finger. He was moving almost too fast and Regulus could feel the burn of each one; he felt too full of James' fingers and his hips hardly knew which way to move. He didn't even know if James knew what he was doing any longer or if he was just moving on some sort of drunken autopilot, memories filtering through from over two years ago.
He whimpered aloud when one of James' fingers pressed just deep enough and sent sparks of heat flying throughout his body, his hips jerking forward to thrust into the air. Oh, James had always been so very good at finding that particular spot, especially when his cock was pressed completely inside of him.
He could feel James' breath as the other began to speak again. He couldn't think of anything at all. His mind was buzzing, having almost gone numb from the feeling of James' fingers working his insides. He didn't know if James wanted a genuine answer or if he just wanted to hear Regulus try and speak.
"I don't know," Regulus managed again, but his voice was uneven, wavering.