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Day 1 - Jealousy - Sirius x Remus
Day 2 - Restraint - James x Regulus
Day 3 - Tigh Riding - Mary x Marlene
Day 4 - Choking - Barty x Regulus

Day 6 - Sexting - Evan x Regulus
Day 7 - Public Sex - Sirius x Remus
Day 8 - Seven Minutes In Heaven - Sirius x Remus

Day 10 - Face Fucking - Xenophilius x Evan
Day 11 - Bath Sex - Pandora x Lily

Day 13 - Pillow Humping - Xenophilius x Evan
Day 14 - Priest - Evan x Regulus
Day 15 - Praise Kink - Dorcas x Marlene

Day 17 - Snowed In Together - Barty x James
Day 18 - Professor - Sirius x Remus

Day 20 - Getting Caught - Evan x Barty (x James)
Day 21 - Cheating - Mary x Lily
Day 22 - Lingerine - Barty x Evan

Day 24 - Breeding - Sirius x Remus
Day 25 - Morning Sex - James x Regulus

Day 27 - Voice Kink - Xenophinius x Evan
Day 28 - Kitchen Sex - Dorcas x Marlene
Day 29 - No Homo - Sirius x Remus

Day 31 - Sex For A Favour - Xenophilius x Evan

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He had been doing this the entire night.

He was dancing.

Usually, Remus loved seeing Sirius dance like nobody was watching him, without a care in the world. But not now. Not when there were in fact a lot of people watching, drooling over Sirius' ethereal beauty. A beauty that belonged to Remus.

He emptied the rest of his drink in one gulp, leaving a harsh burn in his throat, before he rose from his seat to meet Sirius on the dancefloor. 

Remus let his hands slide over his boyfriend's body, pulling him close to himself and Sirius was more than happy to stay right there. Hands in the air, head on Remus' shoulder, his ass pressed up right against Remus' hardening cock.

"Do you have any idea what you are doing here?" he asked into his ear, just loud enough so Sirius could hear him over the music.

"I thought I was dancing, but apparently I'm also making you have very gay thoughts," Sirius grinned, gently nibbling on Remus' earlobe.

The taller man bit his lip. He was not in the mood to hold back, and he knew that Sirius wouldn't mind. He never did. "Backalley, now," he ordered, already grabbing his boyfriend's hand.

Sirius, as always, was happy to oblige.

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Without a word, Remus shoved his boyfriend's skirt out of the way, pulling the boxers down just enough to expose his asshole. He spat on his fingers, pushing them in, drawing a pathetic whine from Sirius' lips.

"I wanna hear it."

"I'm yours. I'm all yours," Sirius breathed, clasping the cold stone wall as if it could give him any grip.

Remus pulled his fingers out and shoved them back in all the way. Sirius could already feel his knees getting weak. Remus always had that effect on him.

"Come on, darling, tell me more," Remus murmured against his ear.

"You own me, I am nothing without you, Ev- fuck! Everything I am is yours." Sirius kept repeating the words like a prayer as Remus fucked him open, just enough for his dick to fit in.

When he was sure that Sirius was ready, he started kissing over his neck, leaving hickeys here and there. Remus loved to mark his territory, and Sirius loved to have his marks on him. He wore them proudly and openly, and it drove Remus wild to see them on him. 

 One hand found its way to Sirius', holding the both of them together as Remus pushed in.

"I feel the same way about you, you know?" he whispered against his skin, inhaling the scent of alcohol and sweat. It shouldn't have turned him on that much, but with Sirius it always did. "I am completely and utterly yours. You own every one of my thoughts." He started moving his hips against him, pushing in as deeply as he could. "I couldn't stop loving you if I tried. I'm afraid I will love you even at the end of time itself... Does that scare you?" he asked quietly, voice hoarse, never ceasing his movements.

Without hesitation, Sirius shook his head. "You never scare me. I want to tell you how much I love you every day, and I will- ahhhh! I will! I will tell you over and over again... fuck... until... until you tell me to stop."

"Never. I would never tell you to stop," Remus answered, burying his face in Sirius' neck, biting and sucking like a vampire while he continued to pound into him with no mercy, making him scream in the dark back alley.

Remus wrapped his hand around Sirius' cock that was already leaking in anticipation. "Already so close?"

Sirius moaned in answer, his hips twitching between Remus and the warmth of his big hand.

"Ugh! That's it. Fuck yourself on my dick. Just like that." Remus closed his eyes, letting Sirius take everything he wanted from him.

"Moony, I- ahhhh! I'm gon- gon- fuck!"

"What, baby? What 're you gonna do?" Remus asked, doing his best to focus on the words while Sirius was showing him heaven on earth.

"Gon' come," Sirius moaned.

Remus groaned at the feeling of his boyfriend's ass clenching around him. "Come for me. Just let go. Perfect."

On command, Sirius tipped over the edge, spilling into his hand and onto the wall of the bar. Remus followed him only seconds later, hips twitching against him one last time before halting.

~

When they returned inside a few minutes later, the looks people gave them had changed. They now knew that Sirius wasn't dancing for them. They were jealous of everything Remus had that they would never get. 

And Remus relished in the feeling.

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"Please let me touch you. Please! I just wanna make you feel good. You're so perfect. So fucking beautiful."

James had been crying for the last ten minutes while Regulus rode him slowly.

It was physically painful to see that stunningly perfect man right there and not be able to worship him in every way he deserved.

James felt the rope tighten around his neck as Regulus tugged on a knot on his chest, tearing a strangled moan from his lips. When Regulus had brought the Shibari book home, James had been excited. Right now, he regretted having agreed to this.

"I wanna take my time with you, mon coer. You're stunning like this."

He started sobbing again, as he watched his husband lean back and enjoy himself.

"Please, Reggie, please, my love, I just want to adore you. You're so beautiful. Please let me touch you."

Regulus bit his lip, eyeing him closely. James' face was covered in tears and spit and snot, and Regulus thought he looked way too hot like that. No one should look hot while crying. He was pathetic. A total loser. And still so fucking hot.

It was a part of himself Regulus would never understand. A great, big mystery of the universe. Then again, he'd never questioned it. There was no reason why he was in love with James Potter, because he simply was. He knew that as certain as he knew that the earth revolved around the sun.

"Baby, if you keep being that desperate, I'll come right fucking now. Do you want that? Do you want me to come all over the new rope? Make a mess?" He had intended for it to sound like a threat, but James only nodded hopefully.

Regulus snickered, but shook his head. "Wrong answer."

He kept riding him painfully slowly, enjoying the whines and cries he tore from the depth of James' throat.

After a while it seemed that James had settled into his fate, only watching his husband use him for his own pleasure.

If that's what he had to suffer through to make Regulus happy, he would lie tied up in this bed for the rest of eternity

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"It's okay. It's only natural," Mary whispered into her friend's ear.

But it wasn't. Marlene knew it wasn't. This wasn't a healthy amount of sexual curiosity. This was... it was homosexual.

And Marlene loved it.

She loved how soft Mary's skin was, how full her lips were; she loved the little noises Mary made when they had kissed, loved the way her hair felt between her fingers, loved the way she touched her- like she was the most precious thing in the world.

She had never felt like this with a man. She had kissed a few. Had had sex once. But it had never been like this. She had never felt such a raging need for someone else.

It was wrong; immoral.

And yet...

When Mary started kissing over her decolté, there was no space in Marlene's brain to feel anything else other than the sensation of her lips on her skin.

"It's just what friends do."

And just like that, Mary began moving her hips against Marlene's thigh, leaving a warm, wet trail on her skin.

Softly, Marlene tipped up her friend's chin to kiss her again, pulling her closer by the waist.

She almost lost her mind, when Mary bit into her lower lip to muffle her own moans. She shouldn't enjoy this nearly as much as she did. But to simply watch the way Mary moved... She was stunningly beautiful.

Marlene held her by the waist, guiding her, pressing her down further and further.

She kissed her breasts, devouring every inch of skin she could get her lips on; anything it took to make Mary feel good, to get her to moan like that just one more time.

Mary bit her lip, eyeing her friend with the same greed Marlene felt for her. "I wanna taste you."

Without a second thought, Marlene nodded. Lily had told them about the things she and James sometimes did, and one or two of those things actually sounded rather fun.

Breathing slowly, Marlene laid back, her eyes focussed on Mary, who was leaving trails of kisses over her stomach and down toward her wet warmth.

"You're so warm," Mary smiled when she had settled between Marlene's legs.

To that, Marlene didn't know what to say, so she simply replied: "do you know how it works?"

"A little. I squeezed a few more details out of Lily."

Marlene laughed softly. Of course she had.

"But you still need to tell me what feels good."

"I will," Marlene promised, and that was enough for Mary.

She kissed her skin a few times before carefully letting her tongue trail over her opening.

Marlene gasped in surprise, her hands clawing into the bed sheets.

"Good?"

"Yeah."

Pleased with herself, Mary smiled and repeated the motion, this time with more confidence. The soft surface of her tongue felt like a dream, and Marlene simply knew...

Women.

It had always been women for her.

This felt so much better than anything any man ever could achieve.

"Mary," she murmured, her eyes falling shut. "Don't stop. Just like that." She didn't even know what exactly she was saying, but the words fell out of her mouth as Mary licked through her pussy, becoming more and more certain with each reaction she got from Marlene.

"Mary, Mary, I think I- Oh, god. I think I'll-" Marlene stuttered as she felt the knot in her stomach tighten and the energy rising inside of her.

Mary held her through her orgasm, continuing to eat her out until Marlene's hips stopped shaking and her breathing became more even again.

"I don't think I've ever seen such a beautiful orgasm before," she smiled as she lay down next to her.

Marlene could only laugh, blood rushing into her cheeks, as she buried her face in Mary's breasts to hide her gentle embarrassment.

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"- or maybe in the bathtub, or during lessons, or whe-"

"For fucks sake, will you just shut up and fuck me," Regulus growled, grabbing Barty by the throat.

His friend's eyes went wide at the contact. Quickly, Regulus drew his hand back, blushing hard. "Sorry. I didn't mean- I'm just really horny. Sorry."

"Stop apologizing," Barty said, pulling him closer by the hips. "Do it again."

"Do what?"

"Choke me."

Regulus looked at his friend in surprise, but didn't dare to refuse. Carefully, he put his hand on Barty's neck, squeezing lightly.

Barty seemed to relish in the feeling, closing his eyes before grinning widely. "You will fuck yourself. On my dick. While choking me. If you ever let go, I will stop and make you regret it."

"Fucking finally." Without hesitation, Regulus started kissing him violently, already working on undoing his belt.

Usually, Reg loved the process. He loved making his partner wait, teasing them until they were begging for it. He enjoyed picking at clothes, kissing over skin, licking and biting.

Not today.

Today, he had waited long enough, and Barty seemed to agree.

Within mere minutes both their clothes had been scattered over the floor and they had drawn the curtains of Barty's bed shut.

Regulus was in Barty's lap, kissing him greedily, pressing his ass against the growing bulge in Barty's underpants, making his friend groan in frustration.

"Get on with it already!"

Regulus enjoyed seeing him like that. Barely holding back; clearly frustrated, and soaking the fabric.

He was beautiful.

All hesitation aside, Regulus grabbed his wand, using the shortcut that made all preparation unnecessary.

As slowly as he could bear to, Regulus lowered himself onto Barty's dick, both of them moaning gratefully in unison.

Regulus placed one hand on his friend's throat, squeezing slightly. "Hold still!"

And Barty did.

He always did!

It was only minutes until Regulus was sighing and moaning on top of him, fingers digging into his neck, like it was everything that could save him from falling apart.

Barty was twitching inside of him, letting himself be used. Soon enough his eyes fell shut with the pleasure, lips still parted, gasping for air.

Sometimes Regulus would grant it to him, loosening his grip slightly before tightening it again. He relished in the sight of having someone beneath him like this, absolutely helpless and at his mercy. Barty was always quick to give up control over a situation, which made him a perfect match to Regulus.

He could tell that Barty was doing his best to hold still, but between the pleasure of Regulus' tightness and the sensation of the lack of oxygen, Barty eventually started bucking his hips into him, shivers running through his body, as he started leaking inside Regulus.

"Already close, huh?" Reg teased, squeezing his asscheeks together, tearing a garbled scream from Barty. Regulus had had no idea that his best friend was capable of such noises, but he certainly didn't mind it.

A rough laugh escaped him. "Who knew you were such a whore for getting choked?" He grinned lazily, picking up a new pace.

"Pl- p- eas!" Barty barely managed to get the words out, a bit of drool dripping over his cheek and onto Regulus' hand.

"Fucking pathetic." He squeezed around him once more, even though he knew that he himself wouldn't last much longer.

He continued to ride him for as long as he could stand it, Barty getting more and more desperate with every single second, forcing pleading moans from his throat.

As soon as Regulus felt his own orgasm building up, he tightened his hands again, looking at his friend. "Come on. Give it to me! Give me all you got."

Barty didn't need to hear that twice. He let go, tears falling from his eyes as he spilled his warm seed into Regulus, which immediately brought him over the edge as well.

He rode out both their highs before slowly letting go of Barty's neck.

"I'd definitely be up for doing that again," Regulus murmured as he let himself fall onto the bed.

"Very glad to hear that," Barty agreed, already grinning in anticipation.

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14:12
Annoyance🖤: Wanna know what I'm wearing?

14:24
You: Stop it. I'm at work.

14:26
Annoyance🖤 sent a picture
[A mirror-selfie. Evan is sitting on the bed, legs spread wide, facing the mirror opposite the bed. He is wearing a set of lacy black lingerine.]

14:27
You: Fuck you.

14:30
Annyance🖤 sent a picture
[The picture was taken with a timer. Evan is a few meters away on the bed, two fingers in his ass]

14:31
You: I didn't mean like that!

14:31
Annoyance🖤: want me to stop?

14:33
You: I want you to be a good little slut and stop touching yourself while your dom is at work.
You: Get the e-plug!

14: 33
Annoyance🖤: Yes, daddy <3
14:34
Annoyance 🖤: got it.

14:35
You: Start on two, text me when you want to come.
You: NO TOUCHING!

14:48
Annoyance🖤: feels so good!

14:48
You: getting weak already?

14:50
Annoyance🖤: miss u

14:50
You: Whiny bitch

15:00
Annoyance🖤 sent a picture
[A blurred, upsidedown selfie. Evan's legs are spread wide, the buttplug clearly visible, Regulus' cum from that morning is leaking out of him.]

15:00
You: You're so fucking desperate you can't even take a propper picture anymore

15:01
Annoyance🖤: go jnto the bathroom
Annoyance🖤: pls, i wanna see ur dick

15:07
You sent a picture
[Regulus' swollen dick, he has one hand wrapped around it.]

15:07
You: turn it to one

15:08
Annoyance🖤: nooooooo
Annoyance🖤: pls, daddy.
Annoyance🖤: pleeeeeweerrweeeeeaaasdsafssse

15:08
You: I swear on my mother's grave, if you come, I won't fucking touch you for the rest of the day.

15:08
Annoyance🖤: I pro.ise I won't cumwitozr yoi

15:09
Annoyance 🖤: u srill on toulez?

15:11
You sent a video
[01:28min. Regulus, in a small toilet cabin, with one hand, he leans against the wall over the phone, the other is moving around his cock. He bites into his arm to muffle his moans.]

15:12
Annoyance🖤: FUCCKKKKJJKJKJKHJJKKKKKK
Annoyance🖤: ue so prtty
Annoyance🖤: j wsnt u insid.
15:13
Annoyance🖤: Pls com hom

15:13
Annoyance🖤 sent an audiomessage

15:13
Annoyance🖤: pls lidten

15:14 [Evan is moaning into his pillow, calling and begging for Regulus to come and fuck him.]

15:16
You: Be there in 20.
You: DON'T FUCKING CUM!

15:17
Annoyance🖤: rhbk tiu dadds

15:20
Annoyance🖤 sent a picture
[Evan's cock, covered in spit and precum]

15:24
Annoyance🖤 sent a picture
[selfie. Evan is biting his lip, face pressed into the pillow]

15:49
OtherAnnoyance: you guys know this is the groupchat?
Other Annoyance: not that I'm complaining. You're really fucking hot.

15:54 You sent a picture [Mirror-selfie. Regulus fucking Evan doggystyle on their bed] hugs and kisses, perv

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"Moony? What are you doing here?"

Remus felt all the blood in his body rush to his cheeks as he recognized the voice. He swallowed hard, gripping his drink. "Sirius... Hi," he said, turning around.

Don't look. Don't look. Don't look.

"You do know, this is guys only?" Sirius made sure.

"Oh really? I hadn't noticed," Remus replied dryly, looking at all the guys around them making out with each other; some of them going further. Remus did his best not to look.

A grin started to spread over Sirius' lips. "I knew there was something queer about you. Just didn't think it'd be that kind of queer."

Nervously Remus played with the little umbrella in his drink. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Sirius' lower half. Quickly he looked back into his drink. "Could you maybe not tell James and Pete? I'm not sure I'm ready..."

"Hey, no worries. You know me, I'm a great secretkeeper."

"I know that." Remus gave him a small smile, while willing his hands to stop shaking.

"So, came all by yourself?"

"Nah, some guys helped me out with that."

Sirius snorted, shaking his head. "Who knew you had it in yo- no, that sounds wrong as well. Damn it, you can't say anything when people are fucking around you."

"I know what you meant. I brought a date, but he was too drunk by the time we got here, so he was told off at the door," Remus explained, a small smile tugging on his lips. He had rarely ever been so happy to be alone somewhere. Not saying that he had any kind of chance with Sirius, but at least there wasn't anyone else that could ruin this for him other than himself.

"Oh yeah? Who was it?"

"No one you'd know," Remus shrugged innocently, looking toward the ceiling.

Raising an eyebrow, Sirius stepped closer, eyeing him suspiciously.

"You can tell me."

"Like I said, you wouldn't know them." Remus tried to remain calm. But when Sirius Black's lips were mere centimeters away from yours, his dick was brushing against your leg, and the entire room was filled with the moans of other men, that wasn't exactly easy.

"Come onnnnnnn! Tell me," Sirius begged, pulling Remus down to his height, so he could press their foreheads together. "You can trust me."

Remus didn't tell him. Instead, he kissed him. It was quick and hard, but when Remus tried to pull back, embarrassed of his reaction, Sirius held him close, tasting his lips over and over again.

It took Remus quite some time to realize what was going on. And then some more time to find the heart to draw back. "Fuck- Sirius, what-"

"You kissed me, didn't you?"

"Well, yeah, but I... I didn't think you'd be into it."

Sirius shrugged. "Friends can experiment if they coincidentally meet at an orgy."

Remus took the time to catch his breath and think - which hadn’t become any easier in the last few seconds. Sirius was offering him to have sex. With each other. Here. "Ye... Yeah. Sure. Of course they can."

"Do they want to?"

"Experiment?"

"Yeah."

"With each other?"

"That was very much implied." Sirius smirked, obviously amused by Remus' idiocy.

"I mean... they could... No one here would judge them," Remus admitted.

"Yes, but," Sirius stepped closer, placing one hand on Remus' bare chest, "do they want to?"

Without a second thought, Remus nodded, pulling Sirius in by the hips, letting their lips clash again.

Sirius groaned happily, melting into Remus like they were made for each other. It didn't take long until they held the other's cock, gently tugging and rubbing over it.

By now, Remus was sure that he would go insane here.

"Do you want to use a condom?" Remus suggested when they came up for air. Everyone had to show negative test results for certain std's at the entrance to even participate, but there were still condoms everywhere for those who wanted them.

Sirius nodded. "I think I saw some on that table over there. I'll grab one."

After kissing him once more for good measure, Remus let him go. This was unbelievable. He certainly wasn't about to fuck Sirius fucking Black. But he was. That lovely, gorgeous, hellishly hot man was all his.

At least for the next few minutes.

Until Sirius decided that he'd had enough of him and move on.

Remus felt dizzy at the thought. He didn't want Sirius to have sex with anyone else tonight. Or ever again for that matter.

But that wasn't upon him to decide.

He looked at all the other men in the room. Some had formed groups of three or more. A few had formed a jerk circle.

It felt like being surrounded by porn films. Remus didn't know where to look.

Luckily, Sirius didn't take long to return, two condoms in his hand. One he handed to Remus, the other one he took for himself.

"Thought it'd be good to have options," he smiled, jerking his dick a few times before leaning against the wall.

"How do you like it?" Remus asked, kissing his jaw.

"Hard and ruthless."

"I can do that." He leaned in for another kiss, this one more heated than the first.

Greedily, Sirius pulled him closer, fingers digging into his ass. Remus groaned quietly, grinding against his leg before turning Sirius around.

One of his fingers slipped inside him without problem. "Someone already prepared you for me," he noticed, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah. I've been here for a while", Sirius murmured, moving against his hand.

"And still so greedy," Remus tsked, adding a second, then soon after a third finger, just to be sure.

"Sure you're ready for me?" he teased slightly, giving a bit of spit on his hole.

"Very sure," Sirius nodded without hesitation.

Not willing to waste any more time, Remus pushed inside, steadying Sirius by the hips.

Sirius felt good as hell, and absolutely divine at the same time. He was warm and soft and comfortable and perfect.

"It's like you were made for me, love", Remus murmured close to his ear, gently grinding against Sirius' ass.

"I was. Only for you, Moons", Sirius whispered.

Remus held back a whimper. How could he just say things like that? Whenever Sirius said anything like that to him, Remus could never be sure what he actually meant. Because surely it wasn't what his words were implying.

Sirius ripped him out of his spiral by pressing himself back against Remus' cock.

Remus cursed under his breath, greedily gripping his friend by the hips to hold him steady. Slowly, he pulled back before pushing in again, their moans merging with the others in the room.

Leaning forward, Remus started kissing along Sirius' neck, leaving hickeys wherever he could while building a steady pace.

With a loud groan, Sirius let his head fall forward, closing his eyes. "Harder."

And who was Remus to disobey. "Whatever you wish, my love," he whispered before re-positioning himself at a better angle.

Sirius had asked for hard and ruthless, so Remus would deliver.

The first time he hit that spot, Sirius screamed. "oh, fuck yes! Right there! Do it again," he begged.

Without a word, Remus started moving his hips at a relentless pace, moaning into the room.

It didn't take long until some guy was standing next to them, wanking, as he watched Remus pound into Sirius. Neither of them minded, so Remus kept going, watching the stranger getting himself off.

He understood the appeal of people watching. Somehow it made him want to be better, to make Sirius feel as good as he possibly could.

The loud moans around them forced Remus to lean forward to hear Sirius better, but it was so worth it. He listened to Sirius' lovely moans and curses as he thrust into him again and again and again, never daring to go all the way. He didn't want to hurt him after all.

It was a privilege to feel Sirius shake like this, to have him make those sounds on his dick.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Remus whispered under his breath. He wasn't even sure if Sirius heard him, but it had to be said. Sirius was a vision, and he needed him to know that. He kept going, murmering the sweetest words into his ear while fucking the life out of him.

"So tight around my cock."
"Look at that pretty ass."
"That's it. Just like that."

Sirius whimpered after every word, squeezing around him. Soon enough he started begging. "Please, go harder. I need- ne- need it deeper. I wanna feel you. All the way."

"Fuck!" He had no choice but to obey. If Sirius begged him like that, he would give him all the stars in the universe.

One of his hands found its way into Sirius' hair while the other held on to his hips, pressing Sirius as close to him as possible.

The quiet whimper cut the final thread Remus' self control was hanging on.

Without any hesitation he thrusted into him. Quick and hard and always to the hilt.

And apparently, Sirius loved it.

It took mere minutes until Sirius' legs were shaking, and he was begging Remus to let him come.

"You can come whenever you need to, baby. Don't hold back", Remus groaned, closing his eyes.

Sirius obeyed, digging his fingers into Remus' arms as he spilled his load into the condom.

"Wait, wait," Sirius insisted, as soon as he was ready to speak again, dragging Remus back from the metaphorical edge he was standing on.

Remus sighed in protest as Sirius slid off him.

Sirius turned toward Remus and dropped to his knees. His hands wrapped around Remus' erection, slowly sliding the condom off. "Is this okay?" he asked carefully.

Remus nodded instantly. This was far more than okay.

Sirius removed the plastic and immediately wrapped his lips around him.

A loud moan escaped Remus' lips, as he felt the wet warmth surround him entirely. "God, you're greedy."

He was met with one mischievous grin before Sirius began moving his head back and forth in long movements, his tongue pressing against him.

Like this, Remus took a ridiculously short amount of time until he was groaning and greedily moving his hips against the beautiful man in front of him.

Anticipating his orgasm, Sirius relaxed his cheeks, taking Remus' cum as well as he could, although some of it still escaped him and instead ran down his lower lip and chin. It was the most beautiful thing Remus had seen in his entire life.

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"Please, for the love of Merlin, just for once stop overthinking," Sirius murmured against his mouth, pulling him closer.

And Remus wanted. Oh, how he wanted to forget everything. Sirius' lips, and the softness of his skin were practically begging him to take him apart here and now. Part of Remus craved to fuck him against the door of this badly lit, dusty broom closet. But Remus had other plans.

He sank to his knees, hands trailing down over Sirius' hips, to the seam of his trousers. With a soft gasp, Sirius leaned back against the shelves, one hand finding its way into Remus' hair, playing with the curls. 

Remus only now remembered that he’d intended to wash them before the party. Now they were greasy, and not as soft as Sirius liked them. Would that be a total turn off for Sirius? Carefully, Remus looked up at him, but he found no sign of disgust. Better to get on with it before he noticed. 

Quickly, he unbuckled Sirius' belt and let his trousers fall to the ground, revealing an erection, desperately pressing against his pants. Remus gave a few kisses onto the fabric, making Sirius whine and tug at his hair.

He wouldn't have expected much else. Sirius was in no way patient, so he could hardly be expected to be so now. Plus, Remus only had five minutes left and he had every intention of making Sirius come until then.

Not wasting any more time, Remus pulled the fabric down, freeing Sirius from his prison. His throat went dry at once. He couldn't see much in the dim light, but it was enough to know that Sirius's prick - much like everything else about him - was catastrophically beautiful.

Remus shot a quick look up to Sirius. "Are you ready?"

"More than ready," he agreed.

Happily, Remus placed a few kisses on his skin before wrapping his lips around Sirius' tip and starting to move.

James and Peter had often talked about how a lover's moans were like music to their ears. Something Remus had never quite understood. To him, it had always been more of background noise.

Until now.

The sounds reminded him of a Siren, luring sailors onto sea with her song. And Remus was only too happy to follow her.

He worked to make Sirius moan like this. He licked and sucked - whatever he could think of to make Sirius happy.

The only downside to this was how quickly Remus noticed the blood vanishing from his brain, and his pants getting tighter.

"Oh, shit... Fuck, Moony, I can't... I'll."

Simply the way Sirius said his name made Remus moan around him. Merlin, he was pathetic for this man.

Remus started moving his head more, sucking harder, pressing his tongue against Sirius' erection.

It only took him a few more seconds until he finished into Remus' mouth, pulling on his hair to have some form of anchor.

That was all it took for Remus to finish into his pants, soaking the fabric. For a moment he was too stunned to do anything, and simply surprised at his body's ability to come without having even been touched.

In his surprise, Remus forgot about all the cum in his mouth, and started coughing and gagging, the liquid dripping over his chin and into his lap. Shit!

"Sorry. I... Fuck."

Still coughing, he readjusted Sirius' trousers, then tried to think of something to clean himself up with.

He didn't get far enough before the door opened and a group of faces stared at them with wide grins.

"Told ya!"
"Who knew Lupin liked giving head?"
"I can't believe they actually did it."
"Doesn't look like he swallows though."

"Hey! Everyone sodd off before I start sleeping with your dads," Sirius barked. If looks could kill, every one of the students in front of them would have been turned to dust on the spot.

They all made their way back to the common room, still giggling and muttering, while Sirius fixed his hair and clothes.

Remus could barely look at him. "Sorry," he murmured.

"For what?" Sirius asked. "Not your fault they're such assholes who can't mind their own business."

"No, I mean... I knew you had expectations when we came in here. And I know that we both know that there's something between us. But I... I don't want our first time to be in a stupid broom closet in under seven minutes." He swallowed, looking at his shoes. "When I have you, I want to take my time with you. I want you to be comfortable, and to be able to relax, while I worship you, because that is what you deserve. And I don't want anyone laughing about us afterwards." All of this probably would have sounded a lot better if there wasn't cum dripping from his chin and onto his shirt, and if his trousers weren't soaking wet with his own cum, and if his hair wasn’t a total mess.

"It's okay," Sirius answered quickly. "It's true, I certainly wouldn't have minded taking this further, but the most important thing is that we're both comfortable. And I kinda like your version of our first time." Sirius smiled at him in that soft way of his, that always made Remus' heart stumble a few beats. Sirius raised his hand, then stroked over his cheek, cleaning a bit of cum from his skin, which Remus gladly licked off his finger.

"However, I do think we should get you out of those clothes. Sexually or not. Maybe we could get back to our room. We don't have to get back to the party either. We could just make out a bit. Or I could return the favour, if you'd like that," Sirius suggested.

Remus smiled in relief. "Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good."

Sirius offered him a hand, that typical Sirius-Black-grin on his lips. "Come on."

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The entire night was a haze for Evan.

He remembered the invitation to come over to Barty's place.

He remembered playing some silly teenage-games as if they were still in college.

He remembered smoking and drinking and snorting and injecting stuff he didn't even know the name of.

He remembered doing a line of cocaine off of Regulus' dick. Everyone had found it hilarious.

He also remembered Dorcas sitting in his lap, almost strangling him when he accidentally touched her hair.

What he remembered most vividly was sitting between Xenophilius Lovegood's legs, cockwarming him for a few rounds before they both disappeared into the bathroom.

He remembered thinking that Xenophilius was an amazing kisser - although he didn't remember the kiss itself - , and that, if his lips were drugs, he would be sure to overdose on them.

Next thing he remembered was a tight grip around his neck and gagging heavily.

He remembered the way white hair spilled over dark brown skin.

He remembered staring at that beautiful man like an addict - not being able to ever get enough of him, always needing more.

He remembered the way Xeno used him without mercy, pushing into the deepest depth of his throat, so fucking greedy.

He remembered obeying his every demand; and loving it.

He remembered Xeno's face right before he came.

To his deep distress, he didn't remember the way he tasted, but he guessed that it was just as addicting as everything else.

He remembered gripping onto his thighs; begging the man above him not to make this end.

He remembered going again and again.

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Now, he was half-awake and naked on the same bathroom floor, Xeno next to him. His knees were sore and his throat felt like a desert. Someone had put a blanket over them, but Evan didn't need to look to recognize the state of his dick.

It had been a long night for the two of them.

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Lily pulled her friend into the next best room, locking the door behind them.

As soon as that was done, Pandora pressed her against the door, letting their lips clash once more.

Lily wasn't certain whether it was the alcohol in her system, or the way Pandora touched her that made her head spin and her entire body heat up.

"Is this okay?" Pandora asked, pulling back, but Lily's eyes kept staring at the bright purple lipstick.

"I don't think it can count as 'taking advantage' if we're both drunk, does it?" she reasoned. Maybe it was wrong. Maybe they shouldn't be doing this, but with the way Panda had looked at her all evening...

"No. It probably doesn't," Pandora agreed with a small smile.

And just like that they were kissing again, hands under skirts, then suddenly hands on skin, touching and grabbing.

Lily led Pandora to the bathtub in the corner, letting her sit on the edge, while Lily kneeled down on the carpet in front of her.

She looked up once again, waiting for a sign from Pandora, which she immediately received.

Slowly, she pushed the fabric of her skirt up, kissing over every inch of skin that revealed itself. The scent of her flowery perfume mixed with the warm smell of sex into an almost intoxicating aroma.

It was quickly obvious that Pandora loved being eaten out, which matched perfectly with Lily's affinity for putting her mouth to good use. She almost fell in the bathtub once, at which point they both decided that it was probably best to resume things on the floor.

Without hesitation, Pandora joined Lily on the carpet, kissing her passionately. "You do this so well," she admitted.

Lily felt the blood rushing to her cheeks, turning them a bright pink. Quickly she buried her face in the crook of Pandora's neck. "Don't praise me, I'll come," she giggled quietly, half in joke.

Pandora laughed softly, playing with her hair. "Oh, that's what it's like then? Probably should have guessed that. You're always studying, trying to be the best at everything. Always such a good girl..."

"Stop, I mean it," Lily answered, grinning in embarrassment, playfully pushing her friend off.

"Does it make you wet?" Pandora asked teasingly, one hand sliding between their bodies, gripping Lily's pussy in her hand. "Oh, fuck," she muttered, looking up at the girl before her. "You are soaked. I can even feel it through your pants."

"I told you," Lily answered, still slightly uneasy about her state.

Pandora quickly picked up on it, and wrapped her arms around her, bringing them both to the ground. "That is like the hottest thing ever. Is all this for me?" she asked quietly, looking at the emerald green eyes.

"Maybe... Yes..."

A happy grin spread on Pandora's face. "I guess I should clean up the mess then," she offered, raising an eyebrow in suggestion.

"I... I would like that," Lily answered, a nervous smile playing around her lips.

Gently, Pandora removed her skirt and panties, openly marveling at the sight of her. "So beautiful," she whispered under her breath, before running her tongue through Lily's heat, causing her to shudder in excitement.

Pandora hummed, obviously pleased.

Lily quickly learned that Pandora liked teasing her. She liked to go in slow and deliberate motions, making sure to get in as deep as she could. It was torture and heaven all in one.

Soon enough, Lily was grinding her hips against Pandora's lips, unrestrained moans and gasps escaping her, as her fingers dug deeper into the carpet beneath them.

Happily, Pandora let her come, holding on to her shaking thighs, and keeping her close as Lily shivered and shook, creating the sweetest sounds that had ever blessed anybody's ears. Neither of them cared that everybody else at the party could overhear them.

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