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James steps out of the fireplace and into the familiar looking room, Sirius’ and Remus’ flat feels almost like his own with how much time he’s spending there. It looks the same it always does, carefully tidied with everything put in its right place. One would think that two twenty-something blokes living together would be a messy disaster but James knows from the time he has spent with them at Hogwarts that Sirius is obsessively neat.
He sees Remus instantly, head bowed over whatever book he had open in his lap, tawny-brown curls obscuring most of his face. He looks up at the sound of the Floo though, his mouth quirking into a smile, and James can feel himself relax a little. There had been a nervous sort of flutter in his chest for the past few hours, and he’s still feeling a little fidgety. It’s the good kind of nervous though, the kind that has had him sporting a semi for most of the day. He adjusts his glasses before running a hand through his unruly hair, shaking out some ash.
“Hullo,” he says, a little awkwardly, and he feels a bit strange, as if he doesn’t quite know what to do with his hands, so he stuffs them into his pockets.
Remus’ grin widens slightly as he stands, walking over to squeeze his shoulder, “Relax Prongs.”
James laughs, a little embarrassed, exhaling a breath he wasn’t even aware that he’d been holding. He leans into Remus’ touch, enjoying the feel of his arms wrapping around his body, and even though James is broader than the other man, stronger too, there’s a comforting sort of firmness to Remus’ body that makes him so easy to relax into.
“Where is he?”
There’s a little quiver over the words and James isn’t sure himself if it’s nerves or anticipation, probably a bit of both.
“Bedroom,” replies Remus, his hand settling at the back of James’ neck, the grip oddly comforting. “He was a bit worked up so I gave him something else to think about for a bit.”
The softness of Remus’ voice makes James’ skin prickle and he swallows thickly, mouth suddenly dry. The thought of Sirius in there, waiting for them, makes heat pool in his belly and his eyes flicker over to their bedroom door almost automatically. Remus chuckles lowly as he notices and James thinks he might be blushing but he’s not sure, he already feels hot all over so he’s not sure if he can tell the difference.
“Soon,” Remus promises him, the hand sliding from his neck to the small of his back in a way that makes James feel grounded. Remus puts the fingers of his free hand underneath James’ chin, tilting his head up slightly until he shifts his eyes from the door to Remus instead. “Just a few things before we go in there, alright?”
James nods mutely, forcing himself to focus on Remus, and this close he can see the silvery scar that runs through his right eyebrow, the one that makes his eye a little slanted and that comes down to cut into his lip. James wants to kiss him. Remus smiles, as if he can read his mind, or maybe he doesn’t have to because James is fairly sure his every thought is written plainly across his face.
“This is going to be slightly different from the other times we’ve done this, so I just want to have a word before we start. First of all, if you’re not feeling it, at any point, just say so, okay? No hard feelings and no-one will get mad. Not everyone’s into this and that’s alright. Do you understand?”
James can’t for the life of him picture a world in which he would want whatever was going to happen on the other side of that bedroom door to stop, but Remus is watching him with such intent that he nods anyway. When Remus raises a brow he clears his throat, testing his voice.
“I understand. We can stop at any time and I just have to tell you.”
Remus nods in approval as he continues, “If I ask you a question, I’ll need you to use your words, okay? Leaves less room for misunderstandings. Secondly, Sirius wants this. This is coming from him so don’t let his flair for the dramatics make you think otherwise. He has a safeword to use if he needs to stop but unless he uses it, don’t pay too much attention to his complaints. You know what he’s like, he likes hearing his own voice.”
James’ brows pull into a frown and Remus reaches up to run his thumb gently over his forehead, smoothing out the creases there.
“Don’t worry about it too much, I’ll check in when I think he needs it and keep an eye on both of you. If he safewords I’ll take over, and I’ll let you know what to do, so you don’t have to worry about that. The word is Quaffle, but I doubt he will use it. Just follow my lead and we’ll be good. Ready?”
James can feel his heart thundering in his chest, a mixture of arousal and apprehension and excitement already tangling deep inside of him.
“Ready,” James nods and the flutter of nerves returns as Remus nudges him gently towards the bedroom.
James has seen Sirius naked thousands of times. In the showers after Quidditch practice, in their dorm at Hogwarts or skinny-dipping in the lake behind his parents’ house. They’ve grown up together, practically like brothers, and there are no secrets between them. Sirius has never been one to cover himself up, it isn’t like he needs to, proudly using whatever excuse he could find to walk around shirtless and showing off his tattoos. They’ve fucked before. Quick handjobs when they were younger and still figuring things out, and later, after Sirius and Remus got together, they sometimes invite James to join them. He is glad to do it, happy to, who wouldn’t be? No-one in their right mind would ever turn down the chance to end up sandwiched between them.
Yes, James has seen Sirius naked thousands of times, but never like this .
He knows they experiment in bed. He knows Remus likes being in charge and that Sirius gladly lets him. He’s seen hints of it before, in the way Remus can control Sirius with a look or a light touch, how Remus guides Sirius’ movements with gentle but firm hands. He’d understood, contrary to popular belief he isn’t an idiot, but he hadn’t understood .
Sirius is mesmerising, there is simply no other word for it. The bed has been carefully cleared of pillows and duvet, and Sirius is lying spreadeagled on the bed. His arms and legs are pulled out from his body, black rope winded around wrists and ankles and carefully secured to the bedposts. So this was why Sirius had insisted on a four poster bed , James thinks numbly as his brain tries to register what it is he’s looking at. He takes another step into the room as Remus nudges him forward, his throat suddenly very dry, brown eyes roaming over Sirius spread out body. His gaze snags on Sirius’ dick, flushed and hard, curving beautifully up against his stomach. The muscles in his stomach and thighs are tense, the blackness of the tattoos contrast strikingly against his pale skin.
It’s his face though that makes James suck in a sharp breath, rosy lips wrapped tightly around the gag in his mouth, a black ball attached to leather straps that are securely tightened around his head. Even from a few steps away James can see the trickle of spit at the corner of his mouth, glistening on his jaw, and James wants to lick it away. There’s a little shudder running through Sirius as their presence register but he doesn’t move, he makes no attempt to pull at the binds or to crane his neck to look at them. Remus nudges him another couple of steps forwards, until he’s up against the side of the bed, close enough so that James can see the faint flush dusting Sirius’ cheeks.
“We’ve got a guest, Padfoot.”
Sirius still doesn’t move, nothing but a faint flutter of his eyelashes and his mouth works silently around the gag, another dribble of spit escaping and James sucks in a shaky breath. His fingers twitch slightly, itching to reach out and run his fingers down Sirius' chest to see if his skin is as hot as it looks. Remus tuts softly, stepping around James so that he’s standing by Sirius’ head.
“That’s not how we greet guests, Pads, is it?”
There’s an undercurrent to Remus’ voice that James doesn’t recognise, but there is no doubt Sirius does. His gaze flitters around for a moment before it settles on Remus, and James could almost swear his lips quirk as good as they can around the gag. Whatever he says is garbled though, and James can’t make it out, but Remus clearly can because he gives a faint snort, making a small gesture with his hand.
James doesn’t see what it is he does but Sirius’ reaction is imminent, his body tensing and arching off the bed as far as the binds will allow him to. His eyes roll back in his head, his dick pulsating a thick dollop of precum that smears against his lower stomach and there’s a quivering sort of wail stuck in his throat that sends heat pool in James’ groin. He tears his eyes away from Sirius’ trembling form, looking at Remus, and there must’ve been a hint of alarm on his face because Remus gives him a small, reassuring smile.
“He’s good,” Remus assures him, and as if on cue Sirius slumps back against the bed with a broken sort of noise. “Here.”
Remus holds his hand out for James to take, guiding him towards the end of the bed and urging James up on it, so he’s kneeling between Sirius’ spread legs. He settles behind him, Remus’ chest against James’ back, before reaching around him.
“I told you I gave him something else to focus on,” Remus murmurs, his breath ghosting against James’ ear and it sends goosebumps racing across his skin. He sighs out a small breath as Remus’ fingers trail against the inside of Sirius’ thigh. “He gets fidgety sometimes, needs to be taken down a peg or two, and I’ve found this usually does the trick.”
Remus dips his hand lower, and it’s not until then that James sees the flared base of a plug nestled there. Remus closes his fingers around it, pulling it out slightly before pushing back in with a twisty sort of movement that has Sirius whimper pitifully, his dick twitching, and James can feel his own cock strain against his jeans.
“I figured out a spell to get it to vibrate, it’s really quite neat. And fun.”
Sirius makes a small jerk with his head, as if he wants to shake it, but his muffled protest is cut off as Remus makes another small movement with his hand. This time Sirius’ noise is more desperate, his body lurching against the ropes, the whole bed shaking with it. James groans softly as he feels Remus shift behind him, his hand sliding around James’ body and pushing underneath his shirt, trailing up his stomach until his fingers find a nipple. He thumbs it lightly, making James moan and press back against him, and Remus gives a low, satisfied hum.
He pulls lightly at James’ shirt, nudging him to lift his arms so that he can pull the offending fabric over his head and toss it on the floor. One of Remus’ hands has found its way back to James’ nipple, rolling the hard nub between his fingers, tugging lightly, and James’ can’t stop the faint moan that escapes him. James can’t look away from Sirius, the way his muscles strain against the ropes, how his body struggles against the onslaught of sensations, his teeth biting down around the gag.
“He’s very pretty, isn’t he?” Remus’ voice is more like a low rumble against James’ back, but there’s something else there, pride, almost, as if Sirius is his, belongs to him, and in a way James supposes he does.
“Fuck yes,” James blurts, shifting back against Remus and he can feel the other man’s hardness against the back of his thigh, his own cock pulsating in response. “How– how long has he–?”
“Oh, about an hour, give or take,” Remus’ voice is casual, amusement curled around the words as he runs his free hand up Sirius’ thigh. “The trick is not to let him cum. You want to keep him right there, on the edge, like he is now. You know when he gets too close, you can hear it, see it in how he moves. So right before he goes over, that’s when you just…stop.”
Sirius drops back against the bed with a whine and James can see the sweat pool in the dip by his collarbone, beads of it trailing along his hairline. He wants to lick it off, is still itching to get his hands on Sirius, to feel and to taste, but he’s not sure if he’s supposed to wait for some kind of permission. He doesn’t have time to think much more than that though before Remus pulls him back slightly, fingers tangling in James’ hair and he uses the grip to tilt James’ head back. Before James has a chance to register exactly what’s happening, Remus’ mouth is on his, tongue pushing into his mouth and James melts into it.
The kiss is filthy. Not the soft sort of kissing they’d done before, or even like the open-mouthed kissing that’s happened when they’ve fallen into bed together. Remus manoeuvres them around so that they’re facing each other, his hands sliding down James’ back to settle at his arse, gripping it and pushing their hips together. James makes a low, lust filled noise that he didn’t even know he was capable of, and if he wasn’t so pre-occupied with the kiss he might’ve found it embarrassing.
When Remus breaks the kiss, James makes a protesting noise before he can stop himself, but Remus merely smiles, giving him a soft peck on the lips. He pulls back a little, snapping his fingers and the gag between Sirius’ lips vanishes, the other man groans softly as he opens and closes his mouth a few times, testing his jaw.
“Fuck you two are hot,” he mumbles as soon as he realises he can, his voice breathless and his neck straining slightly as he lifts his head to watch them. “Hiya Prongs.”
“Hey,” James swallows thickly, still reeling slightly from the kiss and the corner of Sirius’ mouth twitches into a crooked sort of smile.
“You alright there?”
James laughs, the suddenness of it surprising even himself, but it seems too absurd that Sirius is the one asking when he’s tied down so tightly he can barely move.
James smiles, relaxes, “I’m good,” his gaze lingering on the knots for a moment, “You?”
Sirius shifts a little, pulling against the ropes, making a show out of craning his neck before settling back with a smirk, “Peachy.”
Remus snorts again and James can see Sirius’ gaze snapping over to him, the grin fading, a hint of trepidation on his face as he settles back down.
“Moony,” he coos softly, tongue teasing out to lick over his lips, voice soft. “Love of my life, moon in my sky…”
“Don’t make me gag you again, Padfoot.”
Remus' voice is a little rough but James knows him well enough to see the amusement hinting behind his eyes. Sirius snaps his mouth shut immediately, eyes widening in an innocent sort of expression but James is pretty sure he sees the faintest tug of a smile at the corner of his mouth.
Remus moves again, shifting back to press against James’ back, his chin resting on his shoulder.
“You want to touch him?”
“Fuck yes,” James nods, fingers twitching with the need to reach out and Remus gives a faint chuckle.
“Go ahead,” Remus draws back slightly, giving James a small nudge forward. “Just not his cock.”
Sirius makes a low, protesting noise but surprisingly enough he doesn’t argue, simply watches as James shifts forwards between his legs. Now that he knows he can touch he doesn’t know where to start, Sirius' body stretched out in front of him provides too many options. James can’t decide if he wants to run his fingers over the muscular thighs, trace his tongue along the tattoos over his chest, or simply kiss him, his lips red and puffy and slick with spit.
Sirius makes a low, impatient noise and he shifts his hips slightly, tugging at the bonds, “C’mon, Jamie. Please.”
James’ eyes flick up to meet Sirius’, his gaze hooded as he wets his lips. James feels a little thrill of something, the realisation of just how much at his mercy Sirius is makes something hot stir in the pit of his stomach. He moves over him, carefully avoiding brushing against the other man’s exposed erection as he climbs to settle next to him instead. He doesn’t think, merely does what he’s wanted to since he set foot into the room.
He presses his lips against Sirius’, kissing him thoroughly, heat sizzling down his spine at Sirius’ enthusiastic response. He’s kissed Sirius before, of course, but not like this. Not with the other man tied down like this, unable to do anything but take whatever James wants to give him, and the thought is exhilarating, addictive. Sirius is a drug and James is only too happy to get lost in it.
He can tell the second the toy starts moving inside of Sirius again, drinking up the desperate wail and swallowing it greedily. He pulls away far enough so that he can look down at Sirius’ face, his eyes scrunched shut and James feels another pang of heat in his chest. He ducks his head again, trailing his mouth lower, tasting the salt at the base of his neck as he flicks his tongue over the top of the tattoo there. He mouths over the tattoo, the scruffy black dog, before finding a nipple.
He tongues the hard nub, teeth catching and he bites down, savouring the whimper that falls from between Sirius’ lips. He glances down Sirius’ outstretched body, the muscles in his stomach rippling with the tension, and James’ moves lower still. He’s so close to Sirius’ leaking cock that he can practically feel the heat from it, smelling his arousal as another glob of precum pulsates from the head of his cock. He wants to taste it so bad that his mouth waters, but he doesn’t. Instead he stops when he’s right there, exhaling a soft puff of air and Sirius dick almost jumps , Sirius’ strangled moan mingling with an amused sort of noise from Remus.
He pulls back slightly, glancing quickly up at Sirius’ face, the flush that’s crawled up his chest and neck to dust his cheeks, before turning his head to look at Remus instead. He’s lost his shirt too, James notices, jeans riding low on his hips. He’s not as obviously muscular as Sirius or James, more long limbs and sharp edges, but James knows there’s plenty of strength there too. He flashes James a quick smile before Remus gestures again, and James can tell that the toy stops moving as Sirius slumps back against the bed with a low whine.
“Moony,” Sirius’ voice is nothing but a quiver, a tremble, and James whips his head around to look at him. “Moony please. I ca-an’t– fuck– not anymore. Can I come, please? It’s been– fuck– I can’t– Moony, please.”
Sirius's eyes are even darker now, a desperate edge to the way he strains to lift his head to look at them. No, not at them, at Remus only, teeth biting down on his bottom lip. James feels another little thrill at the tremor in his voice, at the haziness in his eyes. He can’t imagine how Sirius must feel, balancing at the edge for such a long time. Sirius gives a low, frustrated groan when there’s no reply.
“Moons, I can’t again, Moony, please. Just…just let me–“
“No,” Remus’ voice is flat, almost bored, and the sound of it sparks something in James’ chest.
In Sirius’ too, by the sound of it, because he whines softly, shifting his eyes onto James’ instead.
“Prongsie,” he whispers, his hips rolling as much as the bonds will let him. “James, Jamie, mate. Please. This isn’t fucking fair, Jamie, please, I’m so fucking hard…just touch me.”
James’ gaze flickers over to Remus for a brief second, the sound of Sirius begging him like that does something to his own cock. He wants to touch him, he wants to wrap his hand around Sirius cock, feel the weight and the heat of it, wants to stroke him and make him come. He also wants to have him like this though, he realises, and the realisation makes a hint of shame sizzle through him.
What kind of friend would do this to another? But then his gaze snags on Sirius cock again, still as hard as before, a pool of precum gathered just beneath it and he remembers Remus’ words from before. Sirius wants this, had asked for this, and there’s a pang of arousal in his chest as he lifts one shoulder in a sort of half-shrug.
“’Fraid not, Pads.”
Sirius pushes his head back against the bed with a frustrated sort of noise, “Wankers.”
“Oi, language,” Remus says sharply and even James picks up on the warning laced through the words.
Sirius lets his eyelids flutter slightly, long lashes brushing against his cheek, teeth worrying at his plump bottom lip. He almost looks regretful but there’s something off about the expression, and by Remus’ reaction he sees it too.
“Don’t test me, Sirius. I’m not going to go easy on you just because Prongs is here.”
There’s a shuddering breath escaping Sirius at that and James glances at Remus, his own heart fluttering in his chest. He doesn’t quite know what that means, but Sirius clearly does as he relaxes against the bed, blinking up at Remus. James can see something passing between them but it’s so quick he doesn’t have time to decipher whatever it means as Remus turns his attention back to James.
“So Prongs, what do you want?” he asks casually, a hand running casually, possessively, up Sirius’ thigh, avoiding his dick but stopping at his hip, rubbing small circles into the skin there.
James blinks at him, his gaze flickering over to Sirius who is watching him with half-lidded eyes, the usually silvery colour a dark charcoal now. James swallows thickly. Truth is that he doesn’t know what he wants, the idea of having Sirius at his mercy is enough to be more than a little overwhelming. He shifts his gaze back to Remus who is watching him intently, his expression softening slightly at the look on James’ face.
“A bit overwhelming, huh?” he says, but he doesn’t sound as if he’s judging him, and James gives a helpless little shrug. “That’s okay, let me get us started.”
James gives a grateful nod as Remus turns his attention back to Sirius, the bound man’s gaze snapping up to him automatically as he shifts his stance, and James can feel the anticipation like electricity in the air around them.
Remus reaches down, running two fingers down the side of Sirius’ face, brushing a lock of hair out of his eyes. James can see Sirius part his lips slightly and there’s a twitch to the corner of Remus’ mouth. He runs the pad of his thumb over Sirius’ bottom lip, and the touch is strangely intimate, sensual, but then something flashes across Remus face. He pulls his thumb back, but only so that he can push three fingers in between Sirius’ lips and James sees him jerk in surprise.
Remus doesn’t let up though, pushing his fingers in far enough to make Sirius gag, his eyes scrunching closed. Remus watches him intently, green eyes piercing and James can see Sirius trying to curl his tongue around his fingers as he attempts to suck on them. Remus doesn’t give him a chance though, purposefully knocking him out of his attempted rhythm, prodding against his tongue. James can feel a sizzle of something hot down his spine as he watches them, and he doesn’t know why it’s so hot to watch Sirius choke on Remus’ fingers like that.
“He loves this,” Remus comments casually, and James sees the drool trickle down Sirius’ chin. “He’d much rather be choking on cock though, wouldn’t you Pads?”
It’s a rhetorical question, must be, because there’s no way Sirius can reply with Remus’ fingers in his mouth. He does moan something unintelligible though, enthusiastically, and Remus laughs in a way that sends heat chase through James’ body and by the shudder running through Sirius he has a similar reaction.
“You’d like that, Prongs?” Remus asks, and he keeps moving his fingers lazily in and out of Sirius’ mouth even as he turns his attention to James. “Want to fuck his pretty mouth?”
James nods, then at Remus encouraging smile he clears his throat.
“Yeah,” he croaks. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
“Good choice,” Remus almost purrs, pulling his fingers out, casually wiping his fingers against the side of Sirius’ face. “Going to untie you, Pads, will you be good?”
Sirius nods jerkily, his body tensed as Remus picks up his wand from the bedside table. He flicks it lazily across the bed and James feels the ripple of magic as the ropes slacken and then releases Sirius. He doesn’t move though, keeps his eyes on Remus until the other man makes an impatient movement with his hand.
“Kneel.”
It’s a single word, but there’s no doubt that it’s an order and James sees Sirius flush hotly. He doesn’t protest though, merely scrambles to obey as he moves to get off the bed. The movement must have justled the plug inside of him though because Sirius wobbles dangerously as he stands, but then Remus is there to steady him. Remus points at a spot on the floor, at the foot of the bed, and without a word Sirius sinks down onto his knees at the designated spot.
James doesn’t understand how he does it, how he can move so gracefully even with that plug inside of him, even with how long Remus has been edging him, with how much his limbs must ache from having been tied up for so long. James almost wants to ask him about it, but then Remus is standing in front of him.
“C’mon,” he says, gently guiding him until he’s sitting at the edge of the bed and Sirius is kneeling in front of him, still a few feet away.
Sirius is watching them, eyes looking almost black in the dim light of the room but James can feel his eyes burning on them both as Remus ducks his head. He kisses him again, lazily this time, a hand coming down to palm over James’ groin. He’s so hard he thinks he might burst already, and he has no idea how he’s supposed to last if Sirius were to put his lips around him.
Remus releases him with a playful sort of nip to his bottom lip, offering him another reassuring smile, before he turns back to Sirius, his expression changing slightly. He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, a disapproving pull across his face.
“I told you to kneel, Padfoot.”
As far as James can tell that’s exactly what Sirius is doing, but at Remus’ words he tears his gaze away from James to settle on Remus instead. There’s something unreadable flashing across his face before he pulls himself up slightly. He shifts his knees further apart, his back straight and his head slightly bowed, the palms of his hands resting on top of his thighs.
Remus huffs out a breath, his steps slow and measured as he steps around Sirius. James watches as his hands shoot out, fingers twisting into Sirius’ hair and Remus uses the grip of it to yank his head back. He doesn’t stop until there’s a broken sort of noise falling from between Sirius’ lips, his body straining. It doesn’t escape James how his cock twitches though, and even from a distance he can see the dollop of precum pulsate from it.
“What did I tell you, Pads?” Remus asks, his voice completely even, and James can see Sirius’ tongue tease out to wet his lips.
“Not to test you,” he replies, a little tremble over the words as Remus twists his grip and James can only imagine how it must make Sirius’ scalp burn.
“And what part of that didn’t you understand?”
Sirius shifts as much as Remus’ hold on him will allow, a shuddering breath escaping him.
“N–none, Moony, I’m sorry.”
Remus snorts, “Second strike, Pads.”
Sirius’ eyes flutter closed for a moment before he opens them again, Remus watching him intently for a second before he releases him, the fingers threading through his hair in an almost-caress and Sirius bows his head.
“Don’t be a brat,” Remus mutters, but his voice is soft, a sort of fondness wrapped around the words as he crouches down next to Sirius. “I know you can be a good boy, Pads, let’s show James, hm?”
He places a hand underneath Sirius’ jaw, tilting his head up slightly so that he can watch James and he can feel heat pool in his groin just at the look on Sirius’ face. He doesn’t move a muscle, his eyes glued to Sirius and there’s a brief tug of hesitation in his gut but then Sirius’ eyes flashes with something that James recognises, a small tug at the corner of his mouth.
“Do you want to taste him, Pads?” Remus asks softly, a hand rubbing soothingly up and down his back, a stark contrast to the filthy words that spill from his lips. “You want to choke on Prongs’ cock? Want him to fuck your throat?”
“Yes, Moony,” Sirius replies dutifully, his tongue teasing out over his lips again and Remus gives a low chuckle.
“Well, then you better ask him for it. How do we ask nicely, Padfoot?”
James feels a little stutter in his chest as Sirius drops forward, onto his hands and knees. James shifts a little, parting his legs as Sirius crawls towards him, and he’s once again struck with how gracefully he moves. He stops between James legs, black hair falling softly around his face, a soft shuddering moan escaping him as he sits back on his heels, and James imagines it’s the plug shifting inside of him again.
James can see a faint flush creeping up Sirius’ pale chest, his neck, and he clearly struggles with himself for a moment before he exhales in a rush.
“Can I please suck you off?”
James opens his mouth to reply, because in what world would he ever turn that down, but Remus beats him to it, his voice flat and hard.
“Sirius.”
Sirius closes his eyes briefly and when he opens them again he looks up at James, his eyes looking like dark pools as he wets his lips again, clasping his hands behind his back.
“Please,” he says, and then he shifts forward, nuzzling his face against the inside of James’ thigh as he slowly shuffles closer, his breath ghosting hot even through James’ jeans. “Please let me suck you off, Prongs, will make you feel so good. I want– I need– please, will you fuck my mouth? I can make you feel so good, make you come so hard. Want to feel you down my throat, want to choke on your cock, need it, Prongs, please?”
James sucks in a shuddering breath, his cock twitching against its denim confinement, and he can’t tear his eyes away from Sirius between his legs. He’s still mouthing along the inside of his thighs, over the bulge in his jeans, tongue coming out to lap over the fabric, a filthy moan escaping him as he rubs his cheek over him.
“Please, Jamie, been thinking about it…been thinking about it for such a long time, how good you taste, how much I miss it. Want you to grab my hair and put your cock so far down my throat I can’t breathe, want to swallow you, want to taste you, please, Jamie, please can I?”
James gives a helpless sort of moan, his cock twitching, and he glances over Sirius’ head to Remus for guidance. Sirius is still mumbling underneath his breath, a mixture of pleas and filthy commentary of what he wants James to do to him and all James can think is that he wants to do all of those things. Remus smiles a little crookedly, giving a faint nod and James swallows thickly. There’s heat sizzling through him as he thinks about the power he holds, about how unreal it feels to have his best friend, the brightest star, the unbreakable Sirius Black on his knees and begging for his cock.
“Yeah–“ he starts, then he clears his throat, and he’s surprised to find that his voice comes out almost completely even as he tries again. “Yeah, alright then, Pads. You can take my cock out.”
Sirius shifts, his hands trembling slightly as he reaches up to unbutton James’ jeans, opening them carefully before he pauses, blinking up at him with dark eyes.
“Can I take them off, Prongs, please?”
“Yeah,” James whispers, standing up as Sirius reaches up to unbutton his jeans, tugging them down over his hips together with his underwear.
James gives a breathless little moan as his cock bobs free and he thinks that maybe it should be embarrassing that he’s so hard already, but then he doesn’t know anyone who wouldn’t be with Sirius Black on his knees like this. Sirius is undressing him slowly, pushing his clothes and shoes out of the way as James steps out of them before sitting back on his heels again, grey eyes blinking up at James. There’s a glitter of something over Sirius’ eyes as he opens his mouth, running his tongue over his bottom lip.
“Please,” he whispers, the word ending in a breathless sort of moan as he rocks forward a little, but he doesn’t reach for James’ cock. “Please, Jamie, please can I suck you off, I’ve been so good and I want– need– I need to suck you please, can I?”
“Yeah.”
James barely gets the word out before Sirius rocks forward and then the soft, hot, wetness of Sirius’ mouth surrounds him and James’ brain stops functioning as all of the blood surges downwards. He makes a shocked sort of sound as Sirius takes him in all the way, impossibly deep, and it takes most of the self-control that James has not to let his knees give out straight away.
“Grab his hair, he likes that.”
The sound of Remus’ voice makes James force himself to tear his gaze away from Sirius, flicking it towards him instead. Something about how Remus is watching them makes James’ heart stutter a little in his chest, his gaze narrowed, focused, one hand palming himself lazily through his jeans.
James swallows thickly, looking back down at Sirius for a moment as he curls his fingers into the other man’s hair. Sirius gives a satisfied little hum around James’ cock, enthusiastically bobbing his head, lips tightening around him. He lets James almost slip out of his mouth completely before he takes him back in, the head of his cock hitting the back of Sirius’ throat but somehow that doesn’t stop him.
James watches, mesmerised, as his cock disappears into Sirius’ mouth, pink lips stretched around him, taking him a little bit deeper with every bob of his head. From James’ point of view Sirius’ eyes look closed, black eyelashes fluttering slightly. Sirius works his mouth around him with renewed energy, fingers of one hand around the base of James’ dick as he alternates between taking him in and mouthing along the shaft.
“Take control,” Remus says, a slight tilt to his smile as James looks back up at him. “I promise you he won’t mind.”
Sirius moans around James’ cock, as if agreeing, but James exhales shakily.
“I don’t want to hurt him.”
“You won’t,” Remus says, his voice assured. “And even if you do, he doesn’t mind, I promise. Tell him, Pads.”
James allows for his fingers to slide from Sirius' hair as the other man pulls back slightly and when James looks down at him he can see the blush that’s crept up Sirius’ neck and which is now dusting over his cheek. Sirius exhales, a little shakily, his eyes still downcast as he makes a low noise.
“Moony…”
“Tell him,” Remus repeats, his voice flat, but then he steps up close, his touch gentle as he threads his fingers through Sirius’ hair and as he continues his voice is softer. “You wanted this, Sirius, and James is afraid that he’s going to hurt you. He needs to know if he’s going to give you what you want.”
“Remus, I–“
“Tell him,” Remus says again, fingers twisting roughly into Sirius’ hair as he pulls his head back, forcing his gaze up to James’ face as the blush deepens as Sirius lets out a shuddering moan.
“I don’t mind,” Sirius exhales in a rush, the words tumbling over each other slightly as the blush deepens. “I promise, Jamie, I– I want it. I want– fuck– I want it.”
James can’t look away from him, can’t tear his eyes away from the way his eyes are shining, the deep blush on his cheeks, the way his back is slightly arched. He’s still hard, his cock as flushed and erect as it had been since James entered the bedroom. Even now, as Remus crouches down behind him, his fingers sliding from Sirius hair down his neck, closing around his jaw to keep his head in place.
“Good boy,” Remus murmurs and James can see the shudder that runs through Sirius at the words as Remus shifts his gaze from Sirius to James. “I promise you, he’s good. He just likes it a bit rough, our Padfoot. Likes to be manhandled a bit, told what to do, beg and crawl and plead, don’t you Pads?”
Sirius’ eyelids flutter a little, the blush deepening but his voice doesn’t waver as he gives as much of a nod as he can with Remus’ fingers still twisted into his hair.
“Yes.”
“He likes a bit of pain too. Likes when I hold him down, when I fuck his mouth, use him for my own pleasure. He likes being used, James, and he can make you feel so good , can’t you love?”
“Yes, Moony.”
“Good,” murmurs Remus, brushing his lips softly against the side of Sirius’ face and James wonders if his skin feels as hot as it looks when Remus turns his attention back to James. “Look at me, James.”
James tears his eyes away from Sirius with some trouble, finding Remus watching him intently. He steps up close, a soft sort of smile on his face as he cups James’ jaw softly, tipping his head back enough so that he can look him in the eyes. He searches over James face for a moment, his expression soft.
“If you’re not okay with this, that’s fine, Prongs. There’s no hard feelings, we’ll stop, this isn’t everyone’s cup of tea and that’s fine.”
“It really is fine,” Sirius interjects and James gaze flickers to him, his expression earnest, grey eyes with the familiar glitter as the corner of his mouth tugs upwards into his trademark Sirius Black smirk. “I promise you that nothing happens here that I’m not completely fine with, Moony’s careful that way.”
“Okay,” James nods, swallowing thickly, turning his attention back to Remus. “I– yeah, okay, I get it, I think, I– I want it too.”
Remus looks so genuinely happy that James almost blushes, and he doesn’t protest as Remus pulls him close, kissing him thoroughly, leaving James a little weak in the knees when he releases him again.
“You’re making Sirius very, very happy,” he says against his lips, the corner of his mouth twitching a little before he adds. “And me, of course. Okay, you want me to show you?”
James licks his lips, nodding, only now realising that Remus is still wearing his trousers when he and Sirius are completely naked. Remus merely smiles at him though, a soft sort of thing that disappears as he turns his attention back on Sirius. James can see it now, the carefully controlled mask, the way that Remus slips into a role.
James can’t deny that it excited him. It feels like a forbidden feeling, the tug inside of him, the flare of arousal that surges through him as he thinks about having Sirius like that, of using him, the control. He’s never thought much about it before, not like this, but now he can’t deny that he’s curious. He understands why Remus wants it, understands how easy it is to get addicted to this, obsessed by it.
“Padfoot.”
Remus' voice breaks him out of his thoughts and he snaps his eyes over to him, and he can see Sirius doing the same. Sirius straightens himself up slightly and James can see the change in his demeanour, grey eyes glued to Remus’ face but his gaze flits down to his groin as Remus works his trousers open. James watches as Remus pulls his cock out, half-hard, long fingers closing around the base of it as he gives himself a lazy stroke.
Sirius is watching too, the tips of his tongue teasing out to lick across his lips but he doesn’t move. Not even as Remus steps closer, running the head of his cock over Sirius’ mouth, then tapping it against the side of his face.
“Open, tongue out.”
It’s no doubt a command, and Sirius obliges immediately. His jaw drops open and he sticks his tongue out. Remus continues to run his cock against Sirius’ face, leaving a trickle of precum behind, smearing it across his skin, but he carefully avoids Sirius’ mouth. James can see spit trickle down Sirius’ jaw but Sirius makes no move to wipe it away.
“I like to keep him waiting,” Remus says, a small pull at his mouth, an almost-smile. “And he looks good like this, doesn’t he? Tongue out, waiting, like a good dog .”
Sirius’ blush, which had faded slightly, comes back with a vengeance at Remus’ words, and James can see the way his cock twitches. Remus smirks, as if he knows exactly what those words do to his boyfriend, and he doesn’t look away from Sirius’ face as he lifts a hand, snapping his fingers.
Sirius’ reaction is immediate, a low whining sound escaping him and James sees how his muscles tenses. The plug, he realises, and he watches in fascination as Sirius trembles, his breath coming out in small gasps. He still doesn’t close his mouth though, the moans tearing from him, as if he just can’t help himself. Remus is watching Sirius closely, clearly waiting for something and even though James has no idea what it is, he sees the moment Remus catches it, the way he stops the vibrations with another snap of his fingers.
Sirius almost sags but catches himself last second, keeping himself in the same position even though James knows how hard that must be. Sirius gives an almost-sob as Remus places the head of his cock against his tongue, fingers twisting into his hair. When Remus suddenly thrusts his hips forwards, it takes James by surprise. Clearly Sirius too, because he flails slightly before he gets himself under control again, a spluttering sort of noise escaping him.
Remus pays no attention though and James can see the moment that Sirius gives in, his jaw going slack as he allows for Remus to set the pace. He pulls Sirius further down his cock by the grip in his hair, impossibly deep, holding Sirius there until his fingers twitches against his thighs and James almost thinks that it’s too long when Remus yanks him back. Sirius gulps down air as soon as he can, his eyes on Remus and he still doesn’t close his mouth or make any attempt at wiping the drool off his face.
Remus’ smirk grows a little sharper around the edges as he thrusts his hips forward again and Sirius eyes flutter close as he lets himself be used. Remus sets a rough pace, changing the angle of his thrusts every now and then, knocking Sirius out of his rhythm and making him gag. James can hear the muffled noises that escape Sirius, the way he moans, as if Remus’ cock in his mouth, down his throat, is the only thing he wants.
James doesn’t know how long he watches for before Remus pulls Sirius off him again, and he can see the way Sirius does his best to catch his breath. His eyes are dark, a little hazy, and there’s a softness to Remus’ smile as he thumbs Sirius’ bottom lip before he shifts his attention to James.
“Want a go, Prongs?”
He can see the way Sirius shudders a little, but James keeps his focus on Remus as he nods, and he allows Remus to guide his hand into the hair, replacing his own grip with James’. James turns his attention to Sirius, curling his free hand around the base of his own cock. He gives himself a few strokes, and he doesn’t have to say anything for Sirius to drop his mouth open again, a small whine in the back of his throat.
James inhales shakily before he shifts his hips forwards, watching himself disappear between rosy lips. This time he doesn’t let Sirius control it though, he pulls out before thrusting back in, keeping Sirius in place by the grip in his hair. He knows he’s not quite as rough as Remus was, but there’s something almost intoxicating with having Sirius like this for him. He can feel his own arousal build with each thrust, each slide over Sirius’ tongue, every push into the wonderful hotwetsoft of Sirius’ mouth.
He loses track of time, and he thinks that Sirius might do too, there’s something in the way that his eyes are closed, the way he seems so utterly relaxed despite the fact that his jaw and knees must be hurting by now. James shifts his gaze to Remus who is watching both of them, stroking himself slowly, and he gives James a small smile as their eyes meet before he drops his gaze back down to Sirius, clearly keeping an eye on him. James is grateful for that, isn’t sure what invisible signs it is he’s looking for but he does trust that Remus has the situation under control.
He can feel the arousal start building like a wave inside of him, licking up his calves, pooling in his groin. He won’t ever get tired of this, he knows it, the sight of Sirius on his knees, the feel of Sirius’ throat contracting around his cock. He feels Sirius’ throat contract around him, a deep groan sending vibrations through James’ whole body and suddenly he’s coming, his head tipped back, unable to keep his eyes open.
His breathing is harsh, erratic, and he watches as he slips from between Sirius’ lips, a trickle of cum visible at the corner of his mouth. Sirius looks wrecked, cheeks flushed, and James swallows thickly as he looks up at Remus.
“I– I’m sorry.”
Remus arches a brow, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“What are you apologising for?” he asks, a little amusedly, and James feels a little flare of embarrassment in his chest. “I’d be surprised if you didn’t come after that.”
“Uh, right,” James mumbles, and he gives a small sort of half-shrug, voice low as he admits. “I just– I don’t want it to be over.”
Remus chuckles, but it’s softer now, and he puts a hand at the back of James’ neck, pulling him in for a kiss. James returns it without hesitation, and he allows for himself to relax into it. Remus half-smiles as they break apart, fingers rubbing lightly at the back of James’ head as he adjusts his glasses.
“We’re not in a hurry,” Remus reminds him. “We have all night.”
“I know,” James nods, his eyes flicking down to Sirius for a moment. “Still though.”
He can feel Remus’ gaze search over him for a moment before he gives a small nod, turning his head to follow James’ gaze. Sirius is still kneeling on the floor, his head a little bit bowed and his breathing still slightly erratic. Remus reaches down to place two fingers underneath his chin, tilting his head upwards and Sirius tips it back. His gaze is a little hazy, as if he’s having trouble focusing, and James feels a prickle of uneasiness.
“Is he…?” he starts and Remus nods, running his thumb lightly against Sirius' bottom lip, wiping away the smear of James’ cum.
“He’s good,” Remus assures him, fondness and warmth laced through his voice as he slips his fingers through Sirius’ hair and James can see the other man leaning into the touch. “He’s just floating a bit, but he’s good. Stand up.”
The last couple of words are undoubtedly directed towards Sirius and James watches as Sirius rises, still surprisingly graceful if a little unsteady. Remus steadies him though, two strong hands at his hips as he pulls Sirius closer to claim his lips. James can see Sirius practically melt against Remus, clinging to him. James feels his heart flutter as he watches them, the adoration on Remus’ face, the softness with which he caresses the side of Sirius’ face.
“So good for us,” he hears Remus murmur, brushing their lips lightly together. “You’re doing really well, Sirius. That was perfect. Colour?”
Sirius blinks at him for a moment, as if it takes a second for the words to register before giving a wobbly sort of smile.
“Green, Moony.”
James feels a flare of something in his belly at the sound of Sirius’ voice, hoarse and a little slurred, and he watches as Remus brushes their lips together briefly again.
“Good,” he says, nudging Sirius. “Get on the bed for us, okay? Hands and knees.”
Sirius nods, leaning in for another kiss before he steps away. He pauses slightly as he passes James, a small hesitation, a hand reaching out to brush against James’ side. James doesn’t think, his instincts taking over as he pulls Sirius to a halt. He watches over his face, studying him carefully, dried spit and tears on his cheeks, lips pink and a little puffy. James doesn’t think, leaning in to kiss him and he’s amazed to feel how responsive Sirius is, the soft sounds, the way he melts against him.
Sirius lets out a soft breath as they break apart, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards slightly before he moves ahead. James watches as Sirius climbs up on the bed, settling on his hands and knees with his back against them, bowing down until his forehead touches the mattress. It leaves James and Remus with a perfect view of his arse, the flared base of the plug clearly visible between his cheeks.
James can’t stop the sharp intake of breath, and he can barely tear his eyes away even as he hears Remus chuckle lightly behind him. He turns to look at him, and it’s not only Sirius who is like a drug, James thinks as he watches the ripple of Remus’ muscles as he moves across the floor.
“Show off,” Remus tuts, but he sounds more amused than anything else as he gives Sirius’ left cheek a sharp smack, making him jolt with a breathless whimper. “I think he’s trying to impress you, Prongs.”
“It’s working,” James admits, running a hand through his hair and Remus gives another light laugh as he reaches out to rub his fingers over the base of the plug before pulling it out and dropping it on the bed.
Remus motions for James to settle on the bed next to him, giving him a perfect view of Sirius’ arse as Remus pulls his cheeks apart to expose his hole. He sees Sirius’ clench, can hear him exhale a shuddering moan as Remus rubs a dry finger over him. James can imagine how it will feel to have Sirius so tight around him, his cock twitching with definite interest even though he just came.
Remus snaps his fingers and James recognises the lubrication spell, can see his fingers glistening as he pushes the tip of his finger inside. Sirius lets out a low groan, the muscles in the back of his thighs and his arse tensing up, and James can see him rocking back in an attempt to keep Remus inside of him.
“Look at that greedy hole,” Remus taunts, the sound of his voice going straight to James’ cock and by the sound Sirius makes he’s equally affected. “So desperate to be full.”
James could see Remus crooking a finger, pulling another needy moan from Sirius's throat and he pulls the finger out before pushing back inside, closely followed by another one. Remus clearly taking his time, not so much stretching as merely teasing as he scissors his fingers, making Sirius mewl. There is something incredibly arousing watching Remus finger Sirius, one hand keeping his boyfriend spread, as if making sure that James can get a proper look, which is probably the case. James feels his dick starting to fatten again at that thought and he curls a hand around the base of his cock to stroke himself back into hardness. The sounds spilling from Sirius’ lips are intoxicating, the way he trembles and shakes, and James can’t get enough of it.
“Are you desperate, Sirius?” Remus purrs, adding a third finger as he twists them, Sirius letting out a strangled moan. “Do you want us to fill you up? Stuff you so full of cock that you can’t breathe? Is that what you’ve been dreaming about?”
“Yes,” Sirius whines, and the sound of his voice makes heat flare in James’ chest, a desperate tremble over it as the rest of the words tumble out of him. “Please Moony, I– I need it. Want you both inside me, want to feel you, want– need– please– Mo–ony, please.”
“Shh,” Remus soothes, but he doesn’t stop his rough ministrations, even though James is convinced that Sirius is probably more than well prepared already. “It’s alright, we’ll give you what you need, won’t we Prongs?”
“Yeah,” James nods, swallowing thickly. “Yeah, definitely.”
Remus turns to look at him, a wicked sort of glint in his eyes as he motions for James to come closer. He can feel the heat from Remus’ body as he steps up close, letting the other man guide his fingers to press inside of him. He hooks a finger deep inside Sirius, feeling him shudder and clench around the digit, and he echoes Sirius’ moan at the thought of how that would feel around him.
“Feels good, hm?” Remus murmurs, his body solid behind James as he wraps his arms around him, resting his head on his shoulder. “Imagine how good it’ll feel when it’s your dick.”
“Fuck yes,” James agrees, leaning back against Remus’ and he can’t stop his head from rolling back with a satisfied moan as he feels one of Remus’ hands sneak around his waist and curl around the base of his erection.
“It’s amazing he can be so tight considering what an absolute cockslut he is, isn’t that right Pads?”
James exhales shakily, the words making his insides squirm and he has always known that Remus has a filthy mouth but he’s not heard him like this before. Sirius doesn’t reply and it doesn’t seem as if Remus expects him to, doesn’t prompt him to anyway, he merely keeps on stroking James lazily, his tone matter-of-fact.
“Always begging to be filled and yet he remains so bloody tight, that’s magic if anything,” Remus drawls, and James can almost feel the way he smiles against the back of his head.
Sirius still doesn’t reply but Remus can see how flushed he is, skin blazing, eyes half-closed as he rocks back against James’ fingers. James exhales softly, twisting his fingers a little deeper inside of him, trying to remember from the last time they did this just how to make Sirius mewl in the same way that he did for Remus.
“Please,” Sirius whispers pathetically, fingers twisting into the sheet, curling against the mattress. “Moony, please, I–I need–“
“What do you say, Prongs?” Remus’ voice sends a little shiver down James’ spine, his clever fingers sending sparks of arousal through him as he adds a little twist to the end of each stroke over James’ cock. “You take his arse and I’ll take his throat?”
“Fuck yes,” James whispers, his cock doing a little kick in Remus’ hand. “That– yeah– yeah, sounds good.”
James feels his fingers slip from the tight hotness of Sirius as Remus pulls him around, claiming his lips in another one of those kisses that makes his knees go weak. The roughness of Remus’ jeans create delicious friction against his straining erection and James can’t stop himself from grinding against him.
“Moony,” Sirius whispers, his voice barely more than a tremble but when James tries to turn to look at him Remus holds him in place, not releasing him, merely pushing his tongue further into James’ mouth. “Moony, please.”
Remus continues as if he can’t hear Sirius’ whine, the desperation wrapped around the words, the quiver of need that sends heat pool in James’ groin. Remus breaks the kiss with a soft peck to James’ lips, his hand sliding down between them, curling back around James’ dick.
“Moony.”
There’s a stronger hint of desperation in Sirius’ voice now, an almost whine at the end of the word and Remus lets James go with a deep sigh. When he turns his attention to Sirius, so does James, and only now does he realise Sirius has moved. James hadn’t heard it, too lost in the kiss, but he’s kneeling on the bed now. His face is still a mess, cheeks flushed and eyes a stormy, hazy dark grey.
James has never found him sexier than in that moment, which is saying something when it comes to Sirius Black. James wants to devour him, wants to taste him, wants to feel him convulse around him. He could grow addicted to this, already has, the sight of the blank ink painting beautiful patterns across Sirius’ chest and arms. He shifts his eyes lower, along the trail of hair that leads from his navel to the base of his cock.
His long, pale fingers are wrapped around his own erection, and all James can think is that he must be so hard it hurts. There’s precum gathered at the tip of his cock and James can see the muscles in his stomach and thighs quiver with tension.
“Oh Pads,” Remus almost coos, the softness of his voice surprising James as he steps up to the edge of the bed, the softness in stark contrast to the next words out of his mouth. “That was fucking stupid, wasn’t it?”
Sirius lets go of his cock as if he’s burnt himself, a flicker of something over his eyes and even James understands that Sirius has done something wrong. Remus makes a movement as if to reach for him and Sirius shuffles back on the bed to keep out of the way. Remus doesn’t seem phased though, he simply laughs, a sharp and harsh sound that makes James’ insides swoop as Remus produces his wand seemingly out of nowhere. Sirius is shaking his head, fingers twisted into the sheets underneath him, a desperate sort of noise escaping him.
“N–no, Moony, please, I–“
Remus doesn’t let him finish though, flicks his wand almost lazily and James doesn’t catch the spell. He feels the ripple of magic though, sees the rope that springs from his wand and coils itself around Sirius’ wrists like a snake. Sirius makes a jerking sort of motion, as if he’s trying to break free, but Remus’ magic is too fast, pulling his arms up over his head and winding itself around the headboard. James watches as Sirius is forced onto his back, his arms tugged roughly up and back until he’s stretched out on his back again, his legs folded awkwardly beneath himself.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?” Remus asks, casually, and there’s something in his voice that makes James’ skin prickle as Sirius gives a jerky shake of his head.
“No,” he rushes out a breath, his grey eyes glued to Remus who is looming over him in a way that James would definitely feel was intimidating, and by Sirius’ thick swallow he feels the same. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t–“
“Shut up,” Remus says with another lazy flick of his wand and Sirius’ falls silent, his mouth working soundlessly.
Remus has taken his voice, James realises, and he can see the realisation dawn on Sirius’ face instead. There’s a flicker of almost-fear across his face, apprehension, and then a frantic sort of struggle against the ropes that Remus watches with an almost bored expression. James can see the muscles ripple underneath his skin, straining beautifully against the tightness, and his cock makes an interested sort of twitch.
James has never really considered bondage before but seeing Sirius like this, the way sweat breaks out across his body, James knows he will have this image burned into his mind for the rest of his life. He’ll probably wank himself silly thinking about it for months, or years, to come. He understands, now, why Remus does this because he couldn’t imagine a world where James doesn’t want to have Sirius like this again.
“Stop struggling,” Remus snaps, the sound of the slap he delivers to Sirius’ thigh echoing through the room and Sirius goes perfectly still.
He’s still breathing heavily though, and James can almost see the soundless whine even though he can’t hear it.
“You’ve been fucking begging for this for months and now you finally get it, you’re going to act up?” Remus asks, his voice hard, and Sirius shakes his head soundlessly in reply. “You think our normal rules don’t apply just because Prongs is here, is that it?”
There’s another frantic shake of Sirius’ head but whatever he’s trying to say is lost. Remus watches him for a moment, his gaze narrowed, then he smiles almost serenely. He reaches down, one hand wrapping around Sirius’ dick which looks almost purple by now, giving Sirius a long and slow stroke and James has no idea how Sirius doesn’t come from that touch alone. Somehow he doesn’t though, but James thinks that if he would have his voice he would have screamed.
“Naughty pups don’t get to play,” Remus chides, releasing Sirius and James can almost swear that Sirius is blinking away tears. “You can wait until we have use for you.” Remus pauses, an almost cruel curl to his mouth as he pointedly drags his gaze over Sirius stretched out and bound body. “Or at least your holes. Don’t move again or you’ll regret it.”
James sees the shudder that runs through Sirius and he looks like he’s burning up, his eyes glazed, but he doesn’t move. Even as Remus turns his attention on James, he remains perfectly still even though James is sure that the position he’s in is uncomfortable. That’s everything he has a chance to think before Remus is right there, his expression softer as he looks at James, hands reassuring as he pulls him in for a kiss.
“C’mon, let me make you feel good,” he murmurs against James' lips and frankly, who is James to deny him that simple wish.
He knows he still has his voice but with how dry his throat feels, Remus might just as well have taken his as well. He lets Remus pull him towards the bed, gently pushing him down on it next to Sirius. It doesn’t take long before James finds himself on his back, watching Remus eagerly as the other man slowly palms himself through his trousers before pushing them down over his hips along with his underwear.
Remus cock springs free, bobbing heavily between his legs, and James can practically feel his mouth watering. He exhales a little shakily, propping himself up on his elbows as he looks Remus over greedily, hungrily.
“I want to make you feel good too,” he blurts, and he knows it’s the truth, desperate to get his hands on Remus’ golden skin, his lips around that beautiful dick, tracing the scars with his tongue and before he can second guess himself he adds, as if testing the word out, surprised at how it makes him flush. “Please.”
Remus' face splits into a smile, such a genuine one that heat blooms in James’ chest as Remus climbs up on the bed. He straddles James’ legs without putting much weight on it, reaching down to tip James’ head back with the help of two fingers underneath his chin. He watches him almost adoringly, hands travelling up to bury his fingers in James’ hair.
“Look at you asking so nicely,” he purrs softly, a fond sort of smile playing across his face as he ducks his head to kiss him, shifting against James so that their cocks rub against each other. “How could I ever deny you that, hm? I know just the thing. You trust me?”
“Yes,” James gasps, the slow rocking of Remus on top of him chasing sizzles of arousal through his whole body. “Yes, fuck Moony, yes.”
“Perfect,” Remus murmurs, ducking his head for another slow kiss before he shifts off James, nudging and shifting them around until he’s got James in the desired position.
He finds himself on his side on the bed, back pressed against Sirius’ bound and burning body, hot as a furnace against him. He’s on the other way though, his feet where the pillows would be, his arse nearly at the same level as Sirius’ face. He feels the hot ghost of Sirius’ breath over his skin, his arse, unable to stop the hot wave of arousal that crashes through him as Remus looks him over with a satisfied sort of expression.
Remus slowly lowers himself the other way around, and it takes a moment for James’ lust-ridden brain to catch up with what Remus is planning. With his back against Sirius he finds Remus’ cock right in front of his face, and just as he realises that he feels Remus’ lips close around his own dick and he lets out a helpless moan.
He shifts closer to Remus, chasing the other man’s erection with his mouth, huffing out another shuddering moan as Remus hands settle at his arse to pull him closer. He mirrors the position, and he finds himself rolling almost on top of Sirius as Remus shifts his own hips upwards. It’s a little awkward before they find a rhythm, Remus mouthing down his erection before sucking him back into his mouth.
He shifts slightly, feeling Sirius tremble against his back, his eyes fluttering close as he takes in Remus as far as he can go. He presses the flat of his tongue against the underside of Remus’ cock, savouring the way Remus moans around him, sending delicious vibrations through him. He bobs his head over Remus’ erection, tasting the salty heaviness on his tongue as he takes him in further.
He feels Sirius’ sweaty body plastered against his own, each bob of his head nudging against Sirius’ thigh. There is something incredibly arousing with having Sirius right there, so close to them but unable to touch or move or even speak. The whole situation adds an extra layer to James’ arousal, as if Remus’ hotwet mouth and strong hands weren’t enough. James can feel his orgasm build again, a flare of it, a tidal wave licks up his ankles and thighs.
He focuses on keeping his orgasm from building further, he wants to last, wants to drag this out for as much as he can. The feeling of Sirius trembling against him in combination with how Remus bobs his head tirelessly over his erection, hand cupping his balls and squeezing his arse. He reluctantly lets Remus slip from his mouth when he knows he can’t hold it off for much longer. He presses a kiss to the inside of Remus’ thigh, his voice a little muffled.
“I–I’m close,” he admits, lifting his head to look at Remus. “I’m going to come.”
He feels the ghost of Remus’ breath against his wet cock as he pulls back, and he almost regrets saying something, wants to come in Remus’ mouth, down his throat. He opens his mouth again to protest but then the other man sits himself up and pulls James along, a hand settling at the back of his head as he kisses him softly.
“That was fucking hot,” Remus murmurs against his lips, the corner of his mouth curling upwards in a grin, his eyes glittering as he presses his lips against James’ ear, the whisper barely more than a breath. “Look at him, Prongs, look how perfect he is. Follow my lead, okay?”
“Yeah,” James exhales with a nod, shifting his gaze over to Sirius.
Remus is right, Sirius is beautiful. His arms are still pulled over his head, secured to the headboard, and James can see the chafing around his wrists from where he’s undoubtedly pulled against the ropes. His chest is heaving, his breathing heavy but soundless, and his lips are red and swollen from where he’s been biting them. He’s still got his bottom lip caught between his teeth, his eyes hooded as they flicker between James and Remus.
It doesn’t escape James that he’s still rock hard though. It doesn’t look quite as painful as before but James sees the smear of precum against his hip. As soon as Sirius realises he’s got their attention, James can see his lips start to move again. It’s still soundless, at least until Remus makes another small gesture with his hand and words spill from Sirius’ mouth.
“Please,” he begs, voice hoarse and the words a little slurred. “Please, Moony, Prongsie, a–anything you want, please, please don’t ignore me, please, I ‘ll do anything, plea–“
“Don’t make me regret giving you your voice back,” Remus snaps and Sirius immediately presses his lips together, as if he doesn’t trust himself to be able to hold the words back if he’s got his mouth open. “C’mon, James.”
He holds his hand out for James to take, gently guiding him around until he’s on his knees again, with Remus pressed snugly against his back. James can feel Remus’ erection, wet from his spit and precum, press against the small of his back. Remus seems unconcerned though, merely reaching around to curl his fingers around James’ cock. James feels heat sizzle down his spine as Remus gives him a lazy stroke, the angle and shift of it almost as if it was his own cock he was fondling and it’s a strangely arousing thought.
He can feel Remus’ satisfied little hum against the back of his head as James’ hips shift forward but he still releases him with a press of his lips against the back of his head. He reaches around James, hooking his hands underneath Sirius' knees as he yanks him close, the ropes around Sirius’ wrists dissolving into thin air. He manoeuvres Sirius around easily, the other man not making a noise as he allows for Remus to manipulate his body how he wants.
How he wants Sirius, apparently, is on his back with his arse almost in James lap, his legs pulled up, spread and bent at the knees, pressed up against his own chest. Sirius is still chewing on his bottom lip even as he reaches down to hook his hands around the back of his own thighs to keep his legs spread and bent. It must be allowed, because Remus doesn’t comment on it, instead he rubs his thumb over Sirius’ exposed hole.
James can see that he’s still loose from earlier, pink skin stretched and slick with lube. James lets his gaze flicker up to Sirius’ face and the other man looks like he’s holding his breath, eyes scrunching shut as Remus pushes a finger inside, hooking it. There’s a breathless sort of mewl escaping Sirius, as if he just can’t hold it back, but Remus lets that slide too as he withdraws his hand.
“Loose enough,” Remus states casually, and James can almost see the effect the words have on Sirius even though he doesn’t move, as if he can smell the arousal clinging to the air around them.
He hasn’t experienced anything like it before, but the scent of sex around them and the taste of Remus on his tongue makes him feel almost light-headed. Sirius is so hot against him, skin blotchy and pearls of sweat collecting at his collarbone, clinging to his brows. James wants to lick it all away, but even more than that he wants to bury himself inside of Sirius. He wants to push so deep into him that they’re both seeing starts, wants to fuck him so hard that Sirius will remember it for weeks.
“Go on,” Remus coaxes against him, as if he can read James’ mind, and all he manages is a muted nod as he shifts himself up a little straighter. He curls one hand at the base of his cock as he lines himself up, head pressing against Sirius hole, against the initial resistance there. Sirius is tight, surprisingly so despite Remus’ earlier words and he can’t stop the groan that tears from the throat as he edges himself inside, watching the head of his cock disappearing into his best friend.
He almost forgets to breathe, that’s how good it feels when Sirius’ insides clamp down around him. He needs a slight nudge from Remus to remember to move, pulling out almost completely before pushing back in. He knows he’s not going to last forever but he refuses to let this be over too quickly however desperately good it feels. Sirius makes a noise as if he is injured underneath him, a strangled sort of choking noise, but there are still no words from him.
James can’t quite tear his eyes away from where he disappears into Sirius again and again, pink hole stretched, Sirius long legs folded in a way that must be awkward but it allows James to sink so deep into him that he can’t bring himself to worry about it too much. It feels too good, and he knows the moment when he gets the angle just right, Sirius convulsing beneath him with a choked back cry.
James can feel Remus move away until he can walk around the bed to Sirius’ head and he shifts his gaze to follow his movements. Remus reaches down to adjust Sirius’ position, pulling him a little to the side until his head drops off the edge of the bed. James can’t look away from Remus’ face, the way he looks down at Sirius, his expression somewhere in between fond and amused. He thumbs Sirius’ bottom lip, releasing it from between his teeth.
“Don’t,” he says, but his voice is soft as he taps his erection against the side of Sirius’ face, his voice twisting into something that sounds almost mocking as he continues. “Poor baby, so desperate to get something into that mouth of yours.”
Even though James can’t see Sirius’ eyes he feels him clench around him, pulling another deep groan from James. That reminds him to start moving again and he pulls out before thrusting back in, rocking Sirius’ whole body, and he can see Remus’ cock disappear between Sirius’ pinks lips.
They find a pace surprisingly quickly, and James feels a spark of heat in his chest as he realises just how much control he’s wielding. Every thrust of his hips pushes Sirius onto Remus’ cock, pushes Remus dick further down Sirius’ throat, and the thought of it is heady. Sirius’ body is folded between them and James can see the bulge at his throat where he chokes on Remus’ cock.
He doesn’t know how Sirius even manages to breathe but Remus doesn’t seem too worried, his own gaze a little hazy by now but still laser-focused on Sirius’ face, his expression. James almost wishes he could see what Remus is seeing, drool and tears must be sliding down Sirius’ face, into his hair from how his head is essentially hanging upside down.
“Fuck,” James blurts, unable to stop himself, and he can feel sweat starting to collect at the back of his neck.
He feels the arousal build rapidly inside of him again, lick up his calves, making his thighs tremble. He pushes his glasses back up on his face, wiping a hand across his forehead and then he realises that Remus is watching him, a small curl to his mouth. He reaches a hand out and Remus takes it, shifting himself closer until he can lean over Sirius’ body, claiming Remus’ mouth in a sloppy kiss.
It's a little bit awkward, James has to bury himself to the hilt inside of Sirius and folding himself over him, pulling Remus’ close by a hand at the back of his head. Remus goes willingly though, kissing him back just as eagerly and it’s perfect even though it’s messy and open-mouthed. Eventually Remus pulls back, focusing his attention back on Sirius’ face and James drops his gaze too. Remus reaches down to pat the palm of his hand against Sirius’ cheek, it’s not quite a slap but it could have been with a bit more forced, as if he wants to draw Sirius’ attention to him.
“Wanna come, love?” Remus asks, earning him a garbled sort of reply in return, all Sirius can manage with his mouth full, but by the way his cock almost leaps James can imagine what he wants.
Remus too, by the way his mouth quirks into a smirk and he glances up at James for a moment, the two of them exchanging a look before Remus drops his gaze to Sirius again.
“Before me and James do, that’s your window,” his smirk grows a little sharper as Sirius releases one of his legs to reach for his cock, and he easily gathers both of Sirius’ wrists in one strong hand as he wrenches them out of the way, reproaching. “Nu-uh, didn’t say you could touch. Go on.”
Sirius wails something unintelligible as a reply but Remus merely chuckles, easily keeping a hold of him even as Sirius’ arms jerk to get free. James pulls out almost completely before slamming back into Sirius, speeding up his movements to help him along. He wants Sirius to succeed, wants to feel him convulse and come, wants to see him lose that last bit of control he’s still got over himself. Remus is barely moving, he doesn’t have to with the way James thrusts into Sirius again and again, making him take more and more of Remus in with each snap of his hips.
James knows that he won’t be able to hold his own orgasm off for much longer, the only reason he hasn’t already let go is because he’s already come once. He shifts his hips slightly, doing what he can to brush past Sirius’ prostate with each drag of his cock. Sirius is rocking back against him, a desperate sort of jerky movement that only emphasises his desperation and it’s ridiculously arousing watching Sirius chase his own climax, helplessly stuck between them.
“So desperate,” Remus taunts with a purr, his voice like liquid filth and James can feel Sirius’ shudder with it. “You should be able to see yourself, Pads. This is a memory worthy for the Pensive, don’t you think? Stuffed full of cock, used and ignored, and still you’re the hardest you’ve ever fucking been. Pathetic.”
The final world is more of a snarl, a snap forward with his hips and James can hear Sirius gag and clearly that’s what it takes as Sirius’ body tenses. The sound is stuck in Sirius’ throat but his whole body convulses, his cock kicking and suddenly Sirius is coming untouched. It’s a ridiculously arousing to see his erection jerk, his muscles tensing up, and that’s all it takes for James to be dragged along over the edge. He comes with a deep groan, and he can tell Remus lets go half a beat later, his head tipping back and a low growl escaping him. James can’t do anything but watch as Remus slips out from between Sirius’ lips, painting his face with strands of white, and his own dick does a little optimistic twitch deep inside of Sirius even though he’s truly spent.
Stillness settles over them, all three of them breathing heavily for a moment, savouring the afterglow until Remus kicks himself into action. He thumbs over Sirius’ lips, gently cupping his head and guiding it back onto the bed. Sirius whines lowly as James pulls out, his legs dropping down against the bed with a thud, eyes half-lidded and he does look thoroughly fucked, cum smeared across his face, his lower stomach, dripping out of his arse.
Remus ducks his head, brushing their lips together briefly before he murmurs something that James can’t make out. Sirius nods though, a soft sort of sigh escaping him and Remus combs his fingers through Sirius’ hair softly as he straightens up. He gives James a smile, green eyes searching over him and James almost has an urge to squirm underneath the scrutiny. Remus pulls him close, adjusting James’ glasses.
“You okay?”
James nods but at Remus’ arched brow he clears his throat.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m good Moony.”
“Good,” Remus nods, nudging him. “Lie down next to Pads, okay? He always gets a bit clingy when we’re done and coming down can be rough. For you too. Just lie down and I’ll be right back.”
James doesn’t need to be told twice, the bed looks invitingly soft and so does Sirius, even when he’s covered in cum and sweat and tears. James has barely stretched out next to Sirius before he feels the other man curl up against him, a leg slotting between James’, his breath ghosting hot and wet against James’ chest.
“You okay?” he slurs and Godric his voice sounds completely broken, so much that James puts two fingers underneath his chin to tilt his head up.
“I’m good, Pads. Are you okay?”
Sirius blinks up at him, grey eyes like dark pools and there’s a lazy sort of smile stretching across his face.
“Me? I’m fucking brilliant, mate.”
James huffs out a laugh, the knot of worry in the pit of his stomach dissolving almost before it’s formed. Sirius looks at him, his expression going serious as he searches across James’ face, fingers coming up to brush over his cheek briefly.
“Seriously, are you okay though? I know it…it can be a lot.”
James can feel himself blush, unable to tear his eyes away from Sirius’ gaze and he doesn’t really want to. They have never kept any secrets from each other, he and Sirius, always been closer than brothers and James doesn’t see why that would change now.
“It was hot,” James admits, his voice barely more than a whisper, but some of his embarrassment lifts as Sirius’ mouth pulls into his trademark wide grin. “Really fucking hot, Pads, you were– you are fucking amazing.”
There’s a blush creeping up Sirius’ cheeks again, but it’s different this time, a pleased sort of pull at his brows and James can see him preening with the praise.
“Addictive, isn’t he?”
Remus' voice pulls James’ attention. He hadn’t even heard the other man join them again, a couple of damp cloths and two big glasses of water in his hands and he looks at them with a fond sort of smile.
“He is, yeah,” James agrees, flushing slightly, but Remus’ smile merely twitches a little.
He sets the glasses down on the bedside table before he climbs up the bed to join them, moulding himself against Sirius’ back, effectively bracketing him in between James and himself. He hands one of the cloths to Sirius who doesn’t waste any time, using it to run lightly across James’ skin.
James exhales a soft breath, relaxing down against the bed as Sirius starts cleaning him, watching Remus run his cloth as carefully over Sirius’ skin. Sirius’ movements are still slow, a little sluggish, his lips still swollen and eyes hazy and James thinks that Remus is right. Sirius is addictive, in the best possible way, and he doesn’t know how he’ll ever get back to not having this.
Remus makes sure they’re all properly cleaned and have finished their water before he allows them to settle back down. Sirius shifts around until he’s got both of them pressed against him on either side, making a content little noise that reminds James of when Padfoot gets his ears scratched.
“Thank you,” Sirius murmurs after the silence has stretched between them for a while, his eyes closed. “Both of you.”
Remus doesn’t reply, simply ducks his head to press his lips against the top of Sirius’ head. James swallows.
“Yeah, it was– er, it was no problem,” he flicks his gaze from Sirius face to Remus, giving a sort of sheepish half-shrug. “Addictive, eh?”
Remus' grin grows wider, a little firmer, sharper.
“Yeah, afraid you’re in it now, Prongs.”
“That’s okay,” James says, a little flutter in his chest as he realises it’s the truth. “It was…interesting.”
Remus hums a little, his gaze flicking pointedly down James’ body and then up again, and the way his upper lip curls definitely makes James belly do a little swoop.
“Interesting, hm?”
“Yeah,” James exhales, forcing himself to hold Remus’ gaze, seeing the glitter there and he feels his pulse speed up a little.
“Gimme a moment,” Sirius says through a yawn, and he doesn’t open his eyes even as he waves his hand between them. “Ten minutes or so before I’m good to go again.”
Remus barks out a laugh then, the moment broken, and he flings an arm that reaches across both of them, tugging them close.
“No way, you’re both done for the evening. Time to sleep.”
Sirius huffs out a soundless sort of protest but James is fairly sure he’s already half-way asleep. His eyelids feel heavy as well, his body tired, spent, so he can only imagine how tired Sirius must be. He settles comfortably against them, smiling as he feels Remus levitate the duvet to spread across all three of them.
As far as drugs go, James thinks to himself, there are worse things to be addicted to than his two best friends.