SIRIUS BLACK | HARRY POTTER

[caniculares]

Character: Sirius Orion Black
Canon: Harry Potter [and the young godfather]
Game: Homeless

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[mapmaker]

[ He hooks his legs around Sirius' waist, trapping him in to the circle of his body with bony knees. His arms wrap around his shoulders and it's easy, simple even, to just rub his cheek against Sirius' in a soft, sweet way. ]

I love you too. [ His own voice is full of warmth because he knows, he understands, just how hard it is for him to say things like this. ]

[caniculares]

[He just stays there a moment, kissing Remus softly, tiny, little kisses against his cheek and ear.

And then he moves back into motion, his fingers undoing buttons and zippers, divesting Remus to the best of his ability. Every time he uncovers new skin, his mouth touches it, kissing collarbones and chest and the skin of Remus' stomach, until finally he's pulling a chair to sit in front of him.]

Can I?

[It's almost cheeky, because yes, of course he can.]

[mapmaker]

[ He's dizzy with lust and want, his whole head spinning with it. Sirius can always make him feel like this, like he's a tornado who only exists to spin Remus up and make him crazy.

He's stained pink with a flush everywhere he's been kissed, brown eyes wide and watching every motion. He's fairly certain if it were possible for his cock to explode it would have. And so he nods slightly. ]

Yes.

[caniculares]

[He reaches into Remus' trousers, carefully, and draws him out. His hand is careful, then, to touch him lightly, just barely - his fingers skimming the tip of Remus' cherry-red cockhead, and then he lowers his mouth.

It's a sweet, careful lick first, and then more, the flat of his tongue broad against Remus, before he takes him into his mouth, teeth hooded. He knows just how Remus likes this, he knows just how to make the other boy completely crazy.]

[mapmaker]

[ His palm falls to the crown of Sirius' head, fingers digging in to the soft feel of his hair. His pulse throbs in excitement and it takes all of his strength to keep his hips still when Sirius sucks on him just the way he likes.

His inhale is sharp, desperate, his touch convulsing. ] Godric's balls, you are so good at this.

[caniculares]

[He laughs a bit, through his nose, his hands going to the tops of Remus' thighs to massage there. He loves the feel of skin, hot under his hands, he always has. Girls, guys - he's never accounted much, the difference.

He keeps going, more enthusiastically, his fingers pressing into Remus' hipbones, his thumbs tracing small circles there. He's trying to keep him in place.]

[mapmaker]

[ He groans and it feels too loud to his own ears. He has to bite down on his tongue. Part of him is still worried that their neighbours are going to hear and find them out, even though he's put a dozen charms on this place. Still, being quiet has never been his problem and he can muffle his sound as Sirius takes him nice and deep. ]

[caniculares]

[Sirius loves the sound of Remus' moans, and so he doubles his efforts for a moment, until it feels like maybe Remus is too close, like he'll come at any moment, and that's when he moves back. He kisses the tip of Remus' cock, reverently, and then leans his head on his thigh.]

How are you doing?

[Oh, he's such a tremendous nob, sometimes.]