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Sirius opened his eyes, the first thing he felt was a dull ache all over his body. Every muscle seemed to scream in unison, and his lower back… best not to think about it.
He shifted and winced, his skin stinging and burning from the countless marks left by teeth and hands. It was both irritating and… well, the memories of last night came rushing back, and Sirius's cheeks turned red.
He looked around. The spacious room was bathed in soft light filtering through heavy curtains. His gaze fell on his clothing—or rather, what he was wearing. A long T-shirt, clearly not his, hung loosely over his frame, barely reaching his thighs. The shorts… if you could even call them that, were so short they barely covered anything.
“What the hell…” he muttered, sitting up gingerly.
He attempted to stand, but his legs betrayed him, trembling violently. He took one step before collapsing back onto the bed with a frustrated growl.
“You’re loud even in the morning,” came a familiar voice.
Sirius snapped his head toward the doorway. Standing there were Evan and Barty. Both looked impeccable: Evan in his ever-pristine shirt, Barty in a tailored black jacket, as if he were ready for an audience with the Dark Lord himself.
“You two…” Sirius trailed off, his face flushing as vivid memories of the previous night replayed in his mind.
“We two?” Barty repeated, smirking in that way that was both infuriating and disarming.
“Left you in this state?” Evan finished smoothly, his tone dripping with mockery.
“Shut up,” Sirius muttered, pulling the oversized shirt lower in a futile attempt to cover more of himself.
Evan stepped closer, his smirk growing wider.
“How are you feeling, darling?”
“Terrible,” Sirius grumbled, but he allowed Evan to help him to his feet.
The moment Sirius tried to take a step, his legs buckled again, and he would have hit the floor if not for Barty, who caught him effortlessly.
“What a disaster,” Barty teased, lifting him into his arms as if Sirius weighed nothing. “And you were so… energetic last night.”
“Barty!” Sirius barked, his face burning with embarrassment, which only made the other two laugh harder.
“Stop teasing,” Sirius muttered, hiding his face against Barty’s shoulder.
Evan approached, his fingers lightly tracing a bite mark on Sirius’s neck.
“But you’re our darling boy,” he said, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Sirius’s forehead.
“I’m not your darling!” Sirius protested, though his voice lacked conviction, and the faint blush on his cheeks betrayed him.
“Of course you’re not,” Barty replied with mock seriousness, carrying him toward the bathroom. “Now let’s get you cleaned up.”
“I can do it myself!” Sirius insisted, trying to wriggle free.
But Barty only smirked, handing him off to Evan with a sly, “Your turn.”
Evan helped Sirius wash up, holding him gently when his knees threatened to give out again.
“You’re impossible,” Sirius muttered, avoiding his gaze.
“And you’re absolutely adorable,” Evan countered, leaving a soft bite on Sirius’s neck before pulling away with a grin.
Once they were done in the bathroom, Sirius found himself seated at the kitchen table, where Barty had already laid out toast and jam with a cup of tea.
“Eat up before you pass out,” Barty said, sliding the plate toward him.
Sirius opened his mouth to protest, but Evan leaned in, brushing his fingers against Sirius’s cheek.
“We’ll take care of you, darling,” Evan murmured, pressing a tender kiss to his lips.
Despite the embarrassment, soreness, and awkwardness, Sirius couldn’t deny that this morning might not be so bad after all.