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Two big hands clamp onto Regulus’s love-handles, urging him into a lazy grind. His little tits jerk with each bounce, a hypnotic rhythm that leaves the man beneath him entranced.
Regulus whimpers softly, his lashes fluttering as he shyly peeks down at Remus– his eyes are molten, fixed on him like he’s something precious.
“Such a good boy,” Remus croons, his voice a deep rumble that sends heat pooling in Regulus’s belly. His thumbs stroke tender circles into Regulus’s sides, coaxing him to keep moving, to give them just a little more.
The praise makes slick to drip down Sirius’s wrist, the obscene squelching sound reverberating around the room. Regulus instinctively leans back against Sirius’s chest. Sirius chuckles darkly, his teeth catching at Regulus’s pierced ear as his fingers fuck in deeper, brushing past the blistering pleasure Regulus yearns for.
“Don’t let him fool you, Reggie baby,” Sirius murmurs, smug as if he has all the time in the world. “He’s just as greedy for you as I am.”
Remus doesn’t deny it, his gaze only burns hotter as his hands flex on Regulus’s waist, urging him into a steadier grind. “Maybe I am,” he admits, “but I’ll take my time with him. Won’t I, sweetheart?”
Regulus lets out a broken little sound, caught between Remus’s coaxing and Sirius’s relentlessness. His thighs shake, giving out soon after, and Sirius only laughs, giving his side a playful pinch.
“C’mon baby, can’t you show Moony how sweet you can be?” Sirius presses a wet kiss to his cheek, before trailing more down the side of his neck, to where the curve of where it meets his shoulders.
Regulus’s body jerks when sharp canines pierce his flesh, a needy whine spills past his glossy lips at the bite, his nails dig into Remus’ shoulderblades, scratching in an attempt to draw him in closer, if that was even possible.
He’s rewarded with a soothing tongue lapping at the sting.
“Stop slobbering on him, pup,” Remus teases, raising an amused brow when Sirius playfully snaps his teeth and growls at him.
Regulus’s little giggles get cut off when Remus’s thumb brushes over his nipple. His delicate crescent necklace trembles against his collarbones with his panting.
“Daddy-” Regulus whispers, voice trembling.
Remus’s lips curve into a wicked smile. “That’s right, sweetheart. Keep saying my name while I make you feel good.” His mouth follows his hand, closing wet and hot over Regulus’s chest, tongue dragging firmly across his nipple until Regulus’s back arches against Sirius– as Sirius curls his fingers right against that spot that makes stars burst behind his eyelids.
“Fuh-fuck–” Regulus sobs out, his hips giving a little jerk, to run away from the pleasure, or to invite it in. Sirius growls in his ear, his fingers cruelly curling against that spongy spot inside him.
“Keep going, baby. Show us how much you like it,” Sirius teases in the shell of his ear.
Regulus’s whimpers turned sharp as Sirius sucked bruises on the nape of his neck. “Feel that?” he breaths, wedging his pinkie in and shushing Regulus’s cry. “So fucking wet. Bet you’d let anyone play with you if they just tugged your jumper off, huh?”
Regulus shakes his head furiously, blabbering out a steady stream of ‘no! jus’ Siri an’ Daddy.’
“Enough.”
Sirius stills instantly, though the ghost of his grin lingers on Regulus' neck. Remus’s hands stay steady on Regulus’s chest, thumbs circling over hardened peaks until his breath hitches again.
“You don’t get to break him before I’ve had my fill,” Remus murmurs, his mouth trailing lower to bite lightly at the swell of Regulus’s chest, just below where the crescent charm hangs, glinting there. His lips brush against the charm, “Besides.. This little star is mine to worship, isn’t it?
Regulus' whole body trembles, “y-yes, Daddy– yours.”
Remus hums, satisfied, and takes one of Regulus' nipples between his teeth, tugging until the boy keens. His grip tightens around Regulus’s waist, encouraging him to resume his pace, forcing him to grind slower, deeper, in deliberate circles that make Regulus cry out.
Sirius sighs, keeping himself still, apart from his thumb that rubs tight circles against his clit. “Go on baby, use me however you want.. For now.”
Regulus’s whimpers melt into needy little mewls as Remus keeps him moving in those slow, deep grinds. His thighs quiver, but Remus only hushes him, tickling underneath his chin.
“Good boy,” Remus hums, the praise is directed at Regulus– though his hand reaches out to cup Sirius’s jaw for a moment too, indulging in his loyal pet before pulling his focus back. His thumb strokes against Regulus’s bottom lip, smearing the last remaining trace of gloss across his chin. “Such a sweet little thing… like you’re my pretty little kitten, even prettier when he’s purring for me.”
Regulus' breath hitches, and a soft little mewl slips out, his pupils blown wide.
Remus glances up, “that’s it kitten,” he croons, dragging the pet name across Regulus’s skin like silk. “Arch that pretty back for me, show me those claws.”
Sirius lets out a low growl, teeth grazing Regulus’s shoulder, the sound rumbling through him. “Good boy, kitten,” he teases, pressing even closer, moulding their bodies together as if they were one. He wiggles a possessive hand on Regulus’s stomach– ‘accidentally’ nudging Remus’s cock that stays trapped between them, because when has Sirius ever done anything accidentally?
Remus lets out a delicious grunt, before sternly staring Sirius down– who grins with the tip of his tongue trapped between his teeth.
Remus hums, won over for now, “That’s my good boy,” he murmurs, voice warm like a cozy blanket. “Such a good kitten for me, and my pup.”
Regulus shivers, mewling again– appeasing Remus, his eyes fluttering shut. Sirius smirks, letting out a pleased bark-like laugh. “You hear that, kitten? Moony calls you his. But don’t forget, you were mine first.”
As if Regulus has been anything but Sirius’s.
Remus' smile is slow and smug, eyes never leaving Regulus’s trembling frame. “Yes, pup,” he says, over-pronouncing each syllable. “And our kitten’s going to show us how good he can be.”
Regulus feels heat flare up under the praise, Sirius lets out a sharp bark of delight, spreading his fingers wide. “Show us.”
Regulus gasps at the onslaught of pleasure coursing through him, he vaguely hears his brother speak to him, and says the best thing he could possibly think of, “Y-yours, Daddy.. An’ pup” His words melt into squeals.
Remus’s finger circles Regulus’s bottom lip before slipping inside gently. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he coos, possessive. “Show us how well you listen.”
Sirius groans from behind, mouth finding his nape again– teeth reclaiming the skin. He latches on, rolling the flesh between them, leaving sharp imprints of his teeth. “Good kitten. My kitten. Mine.”
Regulus arches his back until it cramps; his knees ache and his cunt feels stuffed to the brim- but he wants more. He craves more.
Remus, sensing his thoughts, tucks another finger into his mouth, letting him suck gently before pulling it away with a slow, deliberate drag over Regulus’s swollen, spit-slicked lips – hooking it under his bottom lip to pull it down just enough to show off those pearly white teeth. “Such a greedy little kitten.”
Regulus whines, chest raising and falling rapidly, “Daddy, please.. More.”
Sirius groans again from behind him, teeth digging in harder, making Regulus cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Jus’a little longer, baby.” Sirius promises.
Regulus’s whine turns into a breathless little mewl, his hips continue to tremble despite the ache he feels in his knees. His chest rises and falls, warm breath ghosting over Remus’s thumb. Sirius' low groan vibrates against his back, teeth grazing his neck once more, causing goosebumps to rise.
Remus hums possessively, pressing his forehead against Regulus. “Such a good kitten, aren’t you?” he says, thumb brushing slow circles over his lip again, “So eager for more.”
Regulus lets his mouth fall open, an invitation that gets declined with one last pinch. “Yes, daddy,” his voice is desperate and his nails bite into any place he can get his hands on.
Sirius kisses his bitten shoulders, and withdraws his fingers from Regulus’s soaked heat. “Just hold on for a sec, you’re doing so well,” he says when Regulus cries from the loss.
He felt so empty, he grew used to the feeling of Sirius claiming his gooey centre. “No- please. Come back” he sobs, clawing at his brother's arms.
Remus leans in, mouth hovering near his fussy kitty’s collarbone, teeth grazing softly before trailing a slow path downward. “My kitten,” he says, nibbling the skin hard enough to blossom, “Such a greedy, little thing. Have you said ‘thank you’ to our pup for pleasuring you?”
Regulus’s head lolls to the side, and he gazes up at his brother through his ruined mascara, “T-thank you, Siri.”
In response, his brother peppers little kisses across his cheeks, the bridge of his nose– and then finally where he wants it most. A little innocent kiss on his lips. Though it doesn’t stay that way for long, within a blink of an eye Regulus is sucking obscenely on his brother's tongue, moaning like a porn star.
Thwack!
His pussy stings and Regulus breaks away with a moan, he whips his head around to Remus' amused face. “You like a lil roughin’, don’t ya’, sweetheart?”
Everything is just so new to Regulus, but oh yes, he loved it.
“Want me to bend you over my knee, huh? Paint your sweet little ass red..” Remus trails off, and Regulus nods eagerly.
But maybe they can explore that next time, he goes to say as much when he notices Remus staring behind him, right at Sirius with a look that Regulus can’t quite decipher, he feels Sirius nod and then-
“A-ah!” Those delicious fingers he mourned found their way back home.
“You reckon he’s ready now?” Sirius, now impatient, asks– looking at Remus for guidance. Remus thoughtfully hums, and takes his sweet time to decide.
Every fibre of Regulus’s being trembles in excitement, this is finally what he’s been waiting for. Although it’s even better than he could ever imagine in his perverted little brain.
One of Remus’s thick fingers joins Sirius, swirling around his slick-stretched entrance, Panic flutters through his chest, and he gasps. “Daddy! Please- it won’t fit.”
Remus only hums. “Oh? But you’ll make it fit, for daddy, won’t you?”
Without giving him time to overthink, Remus presses forward, sliding his digit alongside Sirius’s.
And Regulus?
Regulus sobs so loudly he swears they’ll get a noise complaint. The burn is sharp, overwhelming in ways he never imagined. His body trembles with the stretch, torn between fear and aching want.
Sirius rubs soothing circles below his bellybutton, grounding him with kisses and whispering little praises.
“So good, baby”
“Sucha’ tight little pussy”
“So wet for Daddy and me, aren't you?”
Every word drips over him like warm honey, easing the sting into something heavier, something needier. His body shakes, every gasp breaking into little cries that make Remus groan deep in his chest.
Then, just as Regulus is about to be pushed over the edge, Remus and Sirius ease back, slowly pulling their fingers free. Remus gently guides Regulus so that can collapse against Sirius’s chest.
“Shh… easy, sweetheart,” Remus murmurs, stroking his sweat-slick curls with gentle fingers. “We’re not done with you yet.”
Sirius shifts, his arms sliding beneath Regulus without warning – one hooked under his knees, the other braced against his back, and with effortless strength, he lifts him off Remus’s lap. Regulus startles, clutching instinctively at Sirius’s shoulders, his curls bruising against Sirius’s jaw as he hides his flushed face.
“C’mon, baby, let's get you laid down properly,” he coos, half teasing, half soothing as he carries him to the bed.
Sirius lowers him down onto the sheets, tucking a pillow beneath his head like he’s something precious. Regulus shivers, thighs squeezing tight, still hidden in the, now ruined, thin black panties.
But Sirius doesn’t leave him for long. His patience crackles, his thumb dragging sharply over Regulus’s hip before he tugs at the waistband of his panties with a little more force. “Come on, baby,” he growls, voice low and gruff, “enough teasing.”
Regulus gasps at the sudden movement, his thighs tightening instinctively. Sirius huffs, leaning forward to press his lips to Regulus’s, murmuring encouragement between heated kisses. His hands knead Regulus’s thighs possessively, dragging the fabric lower in slow, fumbled tugs.
From the corner of his eye, Regulus sees Remus stepping out of his sweats and in one fluid motion he peels off his shirt – of course, he picks them both up and folds them neatly before placing them out of the way on his vanity chair, and there he stands, in all of his naked glory.
He seems so unassuming, with his baggy clothes and, sometimes, hunched shoulders. But dear god, underneath is mouthwatering. How has he been able to hide his toned chest and strong arms?
But it’s Sirius who earns back his attention, Remus watches them closely and frowns, his own hand coming up to squeeze his boyfriends arm. “Easy,” he murmurs, voice a husky drawl. His thumb burns Regulus’s skin through the fabric, slow and teasing, pulling Sirius’s attention away.
Sirius stills, glancing up at Remus, not even blinking an eye at his nakedness (unless you count his eyes scanning him from top to bottom, a smug smile tugging at his lips-) and groans quietly, but doesn’t resist as Remus eases him up. “Patience, pup,” Remus says softly, his eyes a pool of warmth as on Sirius. “You’ll have your turn soon.”
Sirius exhales sharply, but lets himself be guided. Together, they lean over Regulus, letting him feel both their control, one coaxing and one commanding, until his panties are finally stripped away. Leaving him completely bare and at their mercy.
Remus shifts, letting his hands trace slow, teasing shapes along Regulus’s inner thighs before leaning back to watch. “Such a pretty thing,” he says to himself, fingers brushing past where he aches, thumb soothing his knee. “Come on, don’t be shy. Spread those pretty little legs for us.”
Regulus lets his hand find Sirius. His brother being his beacon of safety and reassurance, and after getting what he seeked out from a nod and gentle squeeze to his fingers, Regulus lets his knees fall open.
Warm hands smooth over his shaking thighs, “so beautiful,” Remus breaths, using his fingers to spread his lips, exposing his little clit to the cool air.
Sirius leans down, lips grazing his ear, “that’s my good baby,” he whispers, his voice husky and soft all at once. His thumbs press into Regulus’s knees, keeping him open, exposed, like their own sought out treasure.
Remus’s finger-tips brush teasingly over his clit, past his mound, before curling around his neck – not to cut off air, but to rest there. “Can you be a little more patient? I promise you’ll be rewarded soon.”
Regulus nods his head as he fails to find his words, not that either of his partners, if he can call them that, mind. It’s as if they can sense his thoughts.
Sirius pulls back just enough to look down at Regulus, his chest rising with a low breathy hum. His lips brush over Regulus’s shoulder once more before he glances towards Remus.
Remus smiles softly, and nods at Sirius. Without a word, Sirius’s hands move towards the waistband of his sweatpants, he hooks a thumb underneath the fabric, tugging gently at first, letting Regulus watch as the material slips down his thighs. Sirius pauses, giving Regulus a wink, before pulling them off and stepping free of them.
And of course, his brother fails to wear boxers underneath. His cock, not nearly as big as Remus’s– but still impressive in length, slaps up to his belly before hanging heavily between his legs. Feeling Regulus’s eyes on him, Sirius strokes a hand down from tip to root, smearing the saltiness.
“Is that better?” Sirius teases, “now you have every inch of us.” Honestly, he feels so much more relaxed now that they’re both as bare as he is. His shoulders ease from where he unknowingly had them tensed.
Remus assesses him thoughtfully, “I have an idea– come, sit on my lap again, sweetheart.” Remus sits himself against the headboard, pillows propped behind him while Sirius gently guides Regulus to settle on his lap again.
“Daddy?” Regulus says, almost shyly.
Remus smooths his hands down Regulus’s ticklish sides, “Hmm?”
“I don’t think..” he trails off in a whisper, “I think… You’re too big..”
Sirius laughs from behind him, his chest flush against his back, mirroring from where they sat on the floor together.
“Think you can try for us?” Remus asks after cutting Sirius a stern look, a kind of look that shuts him up instantly.
Regulus shrugs, unsure and worried. He turns his head over his shoulder, asking his brother without really asking. “I think you can,” Sirius starts, pressing a quick kiss to the furrow between his brows, “besides, Daddy’ll go real slow. He won’t force it… unless you ask for it.”
“Promise?”
“Cross my heart,” Sirius whispers to him, nuzzling their noses together until Regulus pushes him away with a little giggle.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll go as slow as you need.” Remus’s smile, with the addition of his brother, quells his worries.
“If you think I can.”
“I know you can.”
“Okay, Daddy,” and without forgetting his pretty manners, he hastily adds, “can you please fuck me now?”
That seems to be the best answer he could possibly think of, as Remus and Sirius groan and shower him with praises.
Remus slowly guides the head of his cock underneath him until the tip of it catches on his sopping cunt. Regulus immediately tenses up – but Sirius is quick to sooth him, wrapping his strong, safe arms around his middle and pressing little kisses up his neck.
Regulus bravely bears down on Remus’s cock, sinking down just enough for the head of his cock to pop through the tight ring of muscle – and there, he freezes. Wide grey eyes shooting up to warm amber ones, “it’s okay baby-” Remus says through clenched teeth.
“Let him in, baby, he’ll make you feel so good.” Sirius promises.
“Hold me-” Regulus’s breath hitches while his nails bite into Sirius’s arms. Remus catches him by the hips before his trembling thighs could give out, rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs.
“Si-Sirius-” Before Regulus can begin his sentence, his brother swoops in and snatches the words from his tongue.
“Need me to force you down?”
“Yes!” Regulus sobs, finally.
Sirius readdjusts himself, linking his fingers with Remus’s, “don’t worry baby, big brother has you.”
Inch by inch, Sirius guides him down. For Remus, it’s agonizingly slow, but it’s just the right speed Regulus needs. He slowly loosens up, allowing the glide to be smoother, until he fully sinks down in Remus’s lap – his massive cock sheathed deep inside him.
It’s too much. Remus is too deep. Regulus feels split open, being pressed into places he never knew could be reached. Regulus’s breath hitches, his eyes unseeing as he claws at whoever he can reach.
He’s shaking all over, evident in the way his voice shakes, “You-you’re so–”
Remus cuts him off with the softest kiss he’s received today.
Regulus leans into it, momentarily forgetting about the thing buried deep inside him, until it kicks against his velvet inner walls.
Regulus whines as Remus pulls away, he almost chases after him. Almost forgot that Sirius was situated behind him, that he had a firm grip on his hips – he pulls him up slightly, enough for Regulus to feel the drag.
“Come on, little star,” Sirius encourages, “have a try, I’m right here.”
Regulus lifts himself with shaking thighs, his knees spread on either side of Remus’s hips, making the stretch feel almost unbearable.
But Sirius, his saviour, takes his little clit between his fingers and rubs tight little circles on it. Stars burst behind his eyelids and Regulus’s back snaps in an arch — the kind of arch that causes Remus’s cock to shift, presses directly onto-
“A-ah!” Regulus cries, slamming down all the way, forcing a sob right out from his throat.
“Easy, easy, sweetheart,” Remus wheezes, taking great effort to not fuck up into that tight little cunt that squeezes him.
Sirius coos, “Slowly now, that's it- good boy.” Sirius guides his brother, in tiny little thrusts.
Regulus blindly finds Remus’s lips, desperately kissing him with little whines punching out of him in little, ‘uh, uh, uh’s.’
The drag of Remus’s cock steals the air from his lungs, he feels impossibly wide and worries if he’ll ever go back to normal.
Regulus holds onto Remus’s shoulders confidently, and uses all of his might to lift up, to properly ride Remus. But he doesn’t last long at all, the angle is all off no matter how hard he tries to swivel his hips, eager to find that spot Remus once brushed against.
Mortifyingly, Regulus feels slick drip down his thighs, and his eyes begin to water. Yet Remus nor Sirius even try to help him other than their strong hold and little kisses he gets.
He keeps moving, up and down, growing sloppier each time– until he’s slamming down with a sob of, “Daddy–”
Remus cradles him in an instant, cupping the back of his head with a strong hand, “what’s wrong, darling?” His words are honey sweet, but that’s not what Regulus needs right now. He needs one of them to force him down, to ease his aches with loving hands and whispered nothings, to let him float away but still be grounded by them.
He’s saved by Sirius, again. “Awh, baby. Need Daddy to take over?” he says in a ridiculous sounding baby talk, and if Regulus was in the right state of him he would’ve smothered him with a pillow, but right now…
“Need Daddy to show you how a real man fucks?” He continues, smirking devilishly when Regulus pouts and nods.
“Please, Daddy.”
Remus smooths his hand down Regulus’s neck, down his spine – until it lands on the small of his back. “Don’t forget, you asked for this.”
Regulus doesn’t even process what Remus says, because Sirius hooks his hands underneath his armpits and Remus holds onto his waist– and together they lift Regulus up enough for him to feel it, just to slam him back down.
“Oh Daddy, ‘Ris” he sobs, throwing his head back against his brother's shoulder.
They do it again. Lifting him up, up, up until he’s hovering above Remus’s flushed cock, and before he can complain about the emptiness, they drag him back down. Regulus keens with each bounce, suddenly too aware of the obscene sound of wet skin slapping filling the room.
“Sucha’ good fucking boy. So tight- so wet,” Remus babbles, continuing to bounce Regulus as if he weighs nothing at all.
Without warning, Remus plants his feet on the mattress and thrusts up into him.
Regulus teeth clench in an effort not to scream, but that doesn’t stop the whines from spilling out. He feels Sirius’s grip slip, but that doesn’t stop Remus.
He drives up into Regulus like a beast that’s broken out of his cage, every time he thrusts up, Sirius slams him down, like a little group effort to fuck any and every thought out of his head.
Remus’s hands are locked around Regulus’s waist as he drives straight up into him, punching sweet little moans from him.
Regulus’s mouth opens in a silent cry.
“Feel that, baby?” Sirius pants, mouthing kisses on his bruised shoulders, “Do ya’ feel how deep he is?” and then Sirius’ hold on him is gone, and instead he pushes down on the little swollen outline that disappears and reappears with each fuck of Remus’s cock.
Regulus feels his eyes go cross-eyed as he lets out a long whine, his body trembles uncontrollably and he manages a little, “please- gonna..”
“Hm? Gonna what, baby?” Sirius coos in his ear, “Gonna cum just by being fucked?”
Regulus nods dumbly.
“You’re. So. Fucking. Perfect.” Remus snarls with each thrust, the plapping sound of them meeting sends a gush of slick down Remus’s cock, dripping down from his balls. “Go on then, cum on Daddy’s cock” Remus groans.
That’s all the permission he needs. Regulus makes one last pitchy ‘Daddyyy’ and comes apart on top of Remus. Sirius has to catch him before he topples over. “Good boy, so good baby.”
Remus grits his teeth and leans in until their chests are flush against each other, his thrust speed up in a pace Regulus didn’t know was possible. “Gonna breed your little cunt, stuff you full,” Remus growls.
Regulus only nods with each word, and finally, Regulus whimpers loudly as Remus finally cums inside him with a desperate slam of his hips.
He collapses backward against Sirius, trusting his brother to cradle him close as Remus still bucks into him.
Sirius presses kisses on his sweat-slicked forehead, murmuring sweet little whispers between each kiss.
Remus groans as he slowly pulls out. Cum instantly leaks down Regulus’s thighs, making a little wet pool beneath them.
He lets out little cries at the feeling of emptiness. Sirius gathers him in his arms, “you did sucha’ good job, baby,” he says as he lays Regulus down on the spot next to Remus – as he still catches his breath.
Sirius spreads his legs wide. He kisses his knees and his inner thighs. Then uses his fingers to spread his cunt wide, before looking up at Remus, eyes eager. “Go on, feast,” Remus whispers, and that’s all Sirius needs before diving between his baby brother's sweet little thighs. Mouthing his way until his breath settles in front of his cum slick cunt.
Sirius’s mouth is on him, warm, wet. Kissing his cum leaking hole tongue first. It’s so messy, and Regulus feels overly sensitive, but Sirius doesn’t let up, nor is he asked to. A mixture of Regulus’s and Remus’s cum drips out of him, so Sirius licks that up as well– moaning at the taste of them both on his tongue.
He uses his thumbs to spread him wide, while his nose bumps Regulus’s sensitive clit with each open-mouthed suck. Regulus sobs as he pushes back into Sirius' mouth.
Remus, now recovered, helps Sirius to hold him open, folding his thighs back until they kiss his chest.
Sirius groans into him, and Regulus the sound vibrates up his spine. He laps at his brother's cunt with determination, his tongue flicks, drags and sucks, and then the tip of his tongue worms its way inside him, lapping at the spillage. Regulus feels himself growing close again.
His eyes snap towards Remus, “Daddy- Daddy I’m gonna, gonna cum,” he slurs, hands flying down to push and push at Sirius head, to pull him in closer, or push him away, he can’t tell.
“I want you to thank you brother, he’s being so sweet, cleaning your messy pussy,” Remus’s words shoot down to his cunt, and he squeals.
“What did I just say?” Remus snaps.
“Tha-thank you, Siri!” Regulus chants, practically humping Sirius’s face.
“‘Thank you’ for what?” Remus prompts, raising a stern brow when Regulus just blinks dumbly at him.
Of course, how could he forget so soon?
“Thank you for-for clea-cleaning my messy pussy!” Regulus sobs.
Remus smiles down at him, then leans forward and presses a sweet kiss to his messy curls, “such lovely manners, sweetheart. Go on then, cum for your brother.”
All it takes is for Sirius to suck his clit into his mouth and flick his tongue.
Once. Twice, then again-
Regulus' entire body locks up, his thighs threatening to snap shut around his brother as an earth shattering orgasm rocks through him, splashing Sirius in the process, who eagerly swallows every part of him down, and then some.
Sirius cleans Regulus up from his recent orgasm, tongue tracing little shapes on his throbbing clit, keeping his face snug between his legs even as Regulus starts to push him away. Sirius stays there, pressing kisses onto him until–
“That’s enough, pup” Remus gruffs out, gathering Sirius’s hair in his fist and pulling him up and away from his brother's abused pussy. Sirius gives one last mournful look to Regulus before sitting on his haunches, and locking his hands behind his back– awaiting for further instruction.
“Go on pup, make a mess of him,” Remus instructs, keeping Regulus’s twitching thighs folded. Regulus looks up in alarm, and almost begs–
But then Sirius is there furiously pumping his angry looking cock, eyes locked on Regulus’s cunt. He grunts once, and then lunges.
One knee sunk into the mattress next to his hip, while his other foot is planted on the other side of him, as his hand flew over his cock. The angry mushroom tip peeking out of his fist with every hump of his hips.
Sirius groans deeply and brings the head of his cock so close to Regulus’s pussy, almost dipping inside him, before pressing it flush against his opening– and with one last pump, Sirius groans through his teeth as his cum splashes against Reglus’s entrance.
He wrings out more with a snarl, dipping just the tip in, allowing some to fill his brother, before Remus is catching him just as he slumps.
“Good job pup, what do you say to your brother, hm?”
Regulus almost answers, before Sirius pants, “Thank you, Reggie.”
—
Regulus is carried across the stretch of tiles, his head tucked into the curve of a warm neck. So comfortable he could fall asleep, which he nearly does. Until he’s placed into a tub full of warm, lavender scented water.
He blinks up blearily at his brother, who kneels down next to the tub and rubs an affectionate hand through his hair. “Join me?” he asks sleepily, patting the water, causing little crystal-like shards to splatter.
“How could I resist? Budge up,” with little struggle, Regulus shuffles enough room for Sirius to slide on up behind him, and Regulus finally allows himself to relax with a deep sigh that turns into a satisfied purr when Sirius begins to massage shampoo in his hair.
“Feel good?” Sirius’s chuckles send warm vibrations through his chest.
“Uh huh,” Regulus sighs, “Where Daddy?” He asks innocently, almost hesitantly.. Not sure if he really wants to know.
Sensing his thoughts, Sirius tips his bubbly head back, “None of that now. He’s changing the sheets, baby. You made sucha’ mess,” Sirius teases.
Regulus pokes his tongue out at his brother, then breaks into giggles when Sirius flicks his tongue against his.
It’s soothing, the way Sirius washes him. Easing his head back to rinse the bubbles out, careful to not get any in his eyes. The way he conditions his hair gently, and then using a washcloth to suds up his sides with his green-tea scented body wash.
Regulus only feels mildly embarrassed when Sirius washes between his crack, and gently cleans up his sensitive cunt.
Regulus then tries to reward Sirius with the same treatment, although Sirius catches his hands and brings them up to his mouth, pressing wet kisses and gently nipping his fingertips, “This isn’t about me, baby.”
“Please?” He asks sweetly, letting his bottom lip jut out and widening his eyes. Regulus knows he won when Sirius visibly melts.
“Just this once.” Sirius warns with squinted eyes.
And just as Sirius pampered him, Regulus does his best to do the same, although more sluggish and with poorly hidden yawns, Sirius makes it easier for him. Bending his neck down and holding Regulus’s elbows up when he starts to tremble.
Sirius is the first to jump out, drying himself off quickly and throwing the towel towards the hamper, and missing horribly. He carefully helps Regulus out, and dries him down, kissing every inch of squeaky clean skin until Regulus is squealing, “S-thop,” he says between giggles.
He’s then carried out and back into his bedroom– and Sirius was right, Remus managed to strip his bed and replace the sheets with clean ones. Sirius places him down in the middle of the bed, then climbs on over him, settling down next to him and letting Regulus use his arm as a pillow-
“Ouch” Sirius mumbles, dragging something from underneath his pillow.
Oh fuck.
Oh shit.
Oh no.
His Journal.
“Don’t-” But his limbs are too sluggish and he’s too late. Sirius, in all his nosiness flips open the journal, thumbing past scribbles and sketches, until he lands on.. One of him.
“You drew me?” Sirius asks with wide eyes, his thumb caressing his name with scribbled hearts.
“Give it back,” Regulus says mortified.
Just his luck, Remus enters the room, toweling off his hair and a pair of underwear for the brothers tucked in one arm. “What’s that?” he asks with a sweet smile, pressing a kiss to Regulus’s forehead before peeking at the book.
“Nothing!-” Regulus says at the same time as Sirius says, “look!” He turns another page and there– is Remus. Sketched out with longing little strokes-
Oh no.
Alongside the dreaded scribbles are their names, Together. Hearts and all. Swapped last names..
“That wasn’t me,” Regulus blurts out, snatching the journal and throwing it across the room.
Sirius and Remus both sit there stunned, before Sirius wheezes, “Reggie!” he splutters, struggling to catch his breath.
“Stop- Daddy! Make him stop” Regulus whines, crossing his arms and glaring at his brother. Remus, thankfully, cuts Sirius a stern look and says his name just as sternly, “Sirius. Stop teasing your brother.”
Miraculously it works. Though not too well as Sirius has to face the wall to compose himself, his shoulders shaking with contained laughter.
“Daddy, he’s not stopping,” Regulus pouts up at Remus, who just gives him an adoring smile, sliding a new pair of the softest panties on, it even has a little bow in the middle.
“Give ‘im a minute, sweetheart. You know how he is.”
“Hey!” Sirius whips around, reaching over Regulus to squeeze the air out of Remus’s lungs. Beneath them, Regulus giggles– but it cuts off when his brother lunges at him. Presses kisses upon kisses onto his hair-line.
–
Regulus lies still between them, head tucked under Sirius’s chin, leg hiked up over his hip. The weight of exhaustion and satisfaction keeps him weighed down. He lets out little noises every time Sirius or Remus move even slightly.
Sirius grazes his fingertips along each knob of his spine, “Alright, Reggie?” He whispers as if to not disturb the peaceful atmosphere.
“Mm, tired. But good.” Regulus nuzzles Sirius’s bare chest with the tip of his cold nose.
“Good, that’s good.” Sirius wraps a firm, protective arm past his waist, curling around Remus and pulling him until his front is flush against Regulus’s back.
“Whadda’ bout you, daddy?” Regulus can practically feel Sirius’s fluttering eyelashes. Remus kisses the back of his head and then reaches over to cup Sirius’s cheek.
“Thank you for sharing your brother with me, pup.”