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Regulus lays on his stomach at the end of his bed with his feet swinging and criss-crossing in the air behind him. He lounges in an oversized jumper that he stole from his brother's wardrobe. It reaches mid thigh so he traded in his bottoms for a pair of his comfortable black cotton panties.
He has his well loved black journal opened to a page of little sketches of his brother and his boyfriend. On the page next to the sketches are little scribbles with variations of ‘Regulus A Lupin’ and ‘Remus J Black,’ with little hearts scattered around the names.
Realistically, Regulus knows that Remus is already spoken for by his brother, but there’s no harm in his little school boy fantasies.
“Oi, Reggie”, speak of the devil and he shall come. Sirius barges into his room without knocking. Unsurprisingly, Sirius only has grey sweatpants on that are slung low around his hips, giving Regulus full view of his mouth watering happy trail and tattoos that stand out against his ghostly pale skin.
A warmth feeling swirls around his chest when his gaze snags on his initials written above Sirius’s heart, along with the Leo constellation sitting on his collar bones.
“Do you not know how to knock?” Regulus snaps shut his journal and tucks it under his stomach, he knows how noisy his older brother is and knows for a fact if he didn’t do that then Sirius would snatch it from him and read it aloud… like last time.
Sirius grins with all his teeth and ruffles Regulus’s curls roughly, “My house my rules, Reggie, baby. I’m just letting you know that Remus is coming later”
That makes Regulus perk up. His eyes grow wider and he asks, “is he really?”
Sirius hums and turns his back on Regulus. He steps towards Regulus’ vanity and thumbs through his selection of rings and earrings. Without looking back, Sirius reaches an impatient hand towards him and curls his fingers incessantly.
Regulus lets out a huff and before he entertains his brother, he sneakily stuffs his journal under his pillow. He lets Sirius sit him down in his plush, cushioned chair. They make eye contact through the vanity mirror and Sirius quirks his brow at Regulus’s unamused face.
He leans down until his lips are brushing against the shell of Regulus' ear, “Trust me, baby.” Regulus feels a shiver run through him. He nods ever so slightly and watches quietly as Sirius combs through his short curls with ring clad fingers, ruffling and framing them around his face to make him look more presentable.
Sirius’s chest pushes against his back as he leans over him to pick up a dainty necklace with a half crescent moon hanging from the chain, one that Barty stole from his ex-girlfriend, all because of that where Regulus complimented it. The necklace hangs prettily on his neck and the moon sits right between his collarbone.
Sirius’s thumb gently pushes at the pendent until Regulus lets out a hiss of pain from the metal biting into his skin. “Pretty” is all that Sirius says before focusing his attention on the beauty products Regulus keeps displayed in little plastic organisers.
Sirius snatches up a tube of red lip gloss that Barty borrowed from a store for him. He twists the cap and the resounding slick pop causes Regulus to flinch slightly. Sirius smooths a hand down his shoulder before gently tilting his chin up. He slowly drags the sticky lip gloss wand across his bottom lip, eyes fixed on the way Regulus’s bottom lip mimics the motion.
He gives the same care to Regulus’s top lip. The gloss feels heavy on his mouth, but Regulus can’t bring himself to care, not when he catches his own gaze in the mirror. The red complements his pale complexion, clinging to his lips like something meant to be noticed.
Behind him, the wand shuts with a sharp click that fills the silence, Still, Regulus doesn’t look away. “Do I look ridiculous?” he asks, his voice hushed, like it might break the spell.
There's a pause. Heavy. Careful. Then-
“You look like a sin.”
A breath catches in Regulus’s throat. His lips curve into a shy smile. And for once, he doesn’t look away from the twin eyes looking back at him.
Funnily enough, it’s Sirius that breaks away in order to rummage through his mascara collection. “Why’d you need so many?” Sirius mumbles to himself.
“I can do it myself” Regulus says quickly when Sirius spins him around to face him with the mascara slowly inching towards him.
Sirius frowns, “Yeah and?”
“And” Regulus draws out, leaning back against the vanity when Sirius makes a move again, “You’re going to poke my eye out” he pushes his brother's hand away while scrunching up in his face in a ‘kitten scowl’ way.
Sirius scoffs and pops out a hip, and mimics Regulus’s face. “I’m not gonna poke your bloody eye out Reg-“ cue the eye roll, “- hey no, don’t you roll your bloody eyes at me!”
“I don’t trust you”
“Quit your grumbling. Look up”
It’s like a sneak attack. One moment Regulus is looking at his brother and the next he has an eye full of mascara.
Well, that might be an exaggeration.
Sirius gently tilts his head back, the line of his throat exposed in a way that makes Regulus feel vulnerable. Regulus holds onto his wrist as the brush hovers near his lashes, “ready?” Sirius asks, voice low, almost husky.
Regulus doesn’t answer. Instead, he squeezes his wrist firmly,
His breath hitches as Sirius brushes his lashes. He’s so gentle and whispers little praises until he’s done.
“Does it look okay?” Regulus whispers, looking up at his brother from beneath his darkened lashes. Sirius catches his bottom lip with his teeth, and Regulus so desperately wants those teeth sinking into his own lip instead.
Sirius cups Regulus’s cheek with his hand and his thumb gently strokes the apple of it. “You’re so beautiful” he murmurs.
Feeling flush and not knowing how to deal with it, Regulus brushes him off and spins back around to the mirror. “You’re just saying that because I look like you” he inspects his lashes. He admits it, Sirius did do a good job, his lashes aren’t all clinched together like he expected them to be.
Sirius slams his hands on either side of him, caging Regulus between the vanity and his, still shirtless, chest. His lips brush against the shell of his ear, “you outshine me any day, baby.”
Regulus leans back and begins to relax with his head cushioned by Sirius’s shoulder.
The doorbell rings out sharply, causing the brothers to jump.
Sirius grins and waggles his eyebrows at Regulus, “wait here” he says, and smacks a short yet sweet kiss on his cheek before bounding out the bedroom door, leaving Regulus alone in his room, staring at the space where Sirius occupied.
But Regulus is impatient, but after Sirius fails to return within his internal five minute timer, he grows impatient and ventures out.
Tiptoeing out his room, he peeks around the hallway that Socrates the bedrooms from the rest of the house, and there still standing by the thankfully closed front door, is Sirius and Remus, who are locked together in a passionate kiss.
Sirius has his hands running all over Remus’s body, while Remus twirls one of Sirius’s wavy strands around his finger while his other hand rests on the small of his back, dipping him a little.
One of the floor boards creek when Regulus takes a step back, and Remus is immediately on him. Regulus is caught as amber eyes meet his. Sirius is blissfully unaware of his sneaky brother, because if he knew Regulus was watching, he wouldn’t start trailing nibbles down Remus jaw and neck.. right?
The weight of Remus’s stare pins him in place for a heartbeat too long. Then, with a sharp breath, Regulus backs away, careful to keep the floorboards from betraying him again. By the time he slips into his room and closes the door, his chest aches with a mix of longing and need. The scene still flickers in his mind, Sirius mouth, Remus’s hands… he barely has enough time to compose himself before hearing footsteps approach.
Of course, Sirius never has and never will knock – he just struts in like he owns the place, he technically does.. But still!
Remus follows in, his gaze sweeping over every inch of the room – wrinkled covers on his bed, his books stacked next his bedside table, and then to all of his beauty products.
Remus stands there in all his tanned, massive glory, an entire head taller than Sirius, who already towers over Regulus. Their lips are swollen, and their eyes glimmer with something Regulus quite place. Amusement? Lust? Love?
Out of habit, Regulus drops his gaze to the floor, thumbs nervously twiddling. A gentle finger hooks under his chin, coaxing his head up until his eyes meet Remus’s. Remus’s mouth curves at the corner. Slow and taunting.
Sirius pops his head over Remus’s shoulder to grin down at him. “Wanna play a game?”
Regulus rolls his eyes, but humours his brother nonetheless, “what kind of game?”
“Truth or dare”
“What are we? Little twelvies?”
“Humour me, won’t you?”
Regulus lets his eyes dramatically roll back, he can’t believe that he let himself get all dolled up just for a pathetic game of truth or dare. “Do you want to play it, Remus?” Regulus asks, never thinking that he would agree to it. Why would he? Still, Regulus chants;
Please say no, please say no, please we can do anything else, anything you want. Please. Please please please please.
Remus shrugs, arching his eyebrow on his handsome face. “Yeah, why not? Might be… interesting”
Fuck.
Regulus swallows down a groan, all the while Sirius makes himself comfortable on the floor, he eagerly pats down the spot next to him — eyes on him, and when has Regulus ever said no to his brother?
“So.. who gets to start?”
“Me of course” Sirius grins
“Mm, right. Makes sense, age before beauty”
Sirius jaw drops in offence and Remus covers an amused laugh with a poorly timed cough.
“Moony!” Sirius starts, high pitched and pouting, “how could you not defend my honour!” He whines, dramatically leaning against Regulus’ shoulder as if he were a fainting maiden.
“Because” Remus says smoothly, smirking over at him, “you don’t have any honour to defend”
That earns him a scandalised gasp from Sirius and a barely contained snort from Regulus.
“Fine, I see how it is” Sitting up straight and pointing a finger between the two of them, mischief lights up in his eyes, “It’s your first time. I’ll go easy on you Reggie”
Somehow, Regulus doubts he’s referring to the game he’ll inevitably lose.
“So, my dearest Reggie. Truth or dare?”
So many thoughts run wild in Regulus’ head. He feels that dare is too risky, but if he goes with truth… What if Remus thinks of him as a wuss. Then again, it’s only the first round and if he’s remembering correctly the first person picked always picks truth, unless they’re brave and daring. Like Sirius.
But Regulus isn’t his brother. Most of the time he’s quiet and during social events he sticks to who’s familiar, whether that be his brother or his friends, he likes to stay in and curl up with a good book… he’s boring, the complete opposite of his outgoing brother. And Remus likes Sirius.
No, if he wants Remus to like him, it will be for who he is, and not who he pretends to be. Besides, he’ll have another go at being brave.
“Truth” he says quickly, holding his breath as he observes the other two’s reactions. Which is really nothing, Sirius hums in thought, and Remus? Remus crinkles his eyes with a smile.
“Okays got it!” Sirius bounces, “Who was your first crush?”
You.
Obviously, he’s not going to say that to his brother. He’ll call him a disgusting little freak and if he doesn’t kick him out, Remus sure would.
So Regulus cycles through the possibilities. He could say a celebrity crush, but Sirius didn’t say celebrity, and he’s just gonna ask again until he gets an actual answer.
He thinks of answering with James, who definitely gives him butterflies with his warm laughs and cocky smirks.. and fucking hell, his mouth watering biceps and toned stomach… But what he really wants is to set Sirius off, and no offence to James, but he’s a tame option.
He could say Remus, if he weren’t staring directly at him. So he thinks about all the harmless crushes he’s had in the past, and —
“Barty”
“Crouch Jr?” Sirius asks with furrowed brows, his mouth hangs low enough to catch flies.
“No Senior” Regulus deadpanned, biting down on a giggle at the horrified look both of them gave him, “Of course Jr, I’m not that mental.”
“Knowing you, I’d believe it” Sirius says, his face still pulled in a grimace.
Regulus scoffs and rolls his eyes, “whatever” he mumbles. Now it’s his turn. He desperately wants to throw a dare in his brother's face, but that would just mean Sirius would target him back. So sensibly, he gives Remus a shy little smile, “truth or dare?”
Distantly, he hears Sirius inhale sharply, but his focus is on Remus and his handsomely scarred face. “Truth” Remus answers, elbow braced on his knee, cheek cradled in his palm as though he has all the time in the world.
Feeling sugary sweet, Regulus asks, “what is your favourite thing about Sirius?” Sirius coos at the question bats his eyelashes at Remus, who breaks out into an adoring smile, the kind of smile that makes Regulus' chest feel tight, oh how he wishes it was aimed at him instead.
“He makes me laugh.” As simple as it is, it still makes Sirius visibly melt, “love you too Moony” he murmurs, lips curving into a small smile.
“Sirius” Remus starts, a teasing glint in his eyes, “truth or dare, darling.”
Sirius sucks his teeth then proceeds to bite down on his bottom lip, oblivious to how Regulus tracks the movement with greedy eyes, “dare.”
“Hmm” Remus leans back, giving Sirius, and himself, a thoughtful look, “I dare you to.. give your brother a little kiss.”
Finally,
He’s always fantasied about this very moment, well, maybe not in these exact circumstances. Really, he’s always imagined Sirius pushing him up against his door, his wall- anywhere really, and desperately kissing him, telling him it’s all he’s ever wanted to do and apologising for taking so long.
Wet lips obnoxiously smack against his cheek.
Ah.
Yes, of course. How silly of him.
He does his very best to hide his disappointment, and wipes the spit off with his sleeve, “gross,” he says with a pitchy tone, “why did you have to drag me into his dare.” Regulus pulls out his party trick, tilting his head down just that bit to look at Remus through his lashes.
Remus, unbothered and unaffected, simply winks at him.
“My turn again” Sirius cheers, and Regulus groans.
“Reggie~ truth or dare”
“Why are you picking me again?” He complains, turning his pout onto his brother, who just pinches his bottom lip. “Think of it as a redemption,”He leans close, breath fanning the side of Regulus’s face, lip brushing against the shell of his pierced ear. “Show us how brave you are, little lion.”
Regulus plays along, rolling his eyes as he bumps Sirius away with his shoulder. “Dare” he huffs, crossing his arms against his chest.
Maybe he shouldn’t have listened to his brother, because Sirius' grin turns sharp, predatory. “I dare you to sit in Remus’ lap for the rest of the game.”
“What?” Regulus’s jaw drops. He looks to Remus, searching for reprieve, but Remus just pats his lap encouragingly. Why isn’t he refusing and telling Sirius to choose something else?
Gracefully, if a little mournfully, Regulus rises, careful to not flash his ass at his brother, and crosses the short distance to reach Remus. He drifts into his own thoughts, only to be startled when a large hand wraps around his dainty wrist and tugs him down. Regulus crashes down into Remus’ lap, legs folded awkwardly beneath him. “Sorry, sweetheart” Remus murmurs against his ear.
Regulus wiggles, first to free his legs, then a little more to settle in comfortably. It isn’t until Remus’s strong arms tighten around his waist that he remembers – he isn’t wearing any pants. The only barrier between him and Remus are his fucking panties, becuase of course he didn’t think to pull his jumper over his ass before making himself comfortable.
He feels his face flush, and he just knows in his heart that the tips of his ears are blush pink.
Regulus is thoroughly distracted when a chin rests itself on the top of his head, thick fingers locked on his stomach, and Remus’ voice practically vibrating through his body, “your turn, sweetheart.”
The game goes on like that for a while, and Regulus finds himself enjoying it. He’s comfortably cradled in Remus’ arms, and he forgets for a little while, completely leaning himself into the embrace as his brother is dared to do ridiculous things, and in turn when he is dared to do similar (because his brother is unoriginal), Remus welcomes him back with open arms.
When it winds up to be his turn once more, his stomach aching from all the laughter. Between giggles, he says “truth, Siri.”
Sirius shuffles closer, knees a breath away from touching his, “Who was your first kiss?”
Instantly, Regulus’ smile vanishes.
Truthfully, Regulus has never really had his first kiss. There’s been moments where it’s almost happened, with his friends or strangers, but he always gets interrupted.
Strangely enough, it’s Sirius and his little gang of friends that interrupt him.
Whether it be James popping up out of nowhere, with a smile too big – wrapping an arm around him and introducing himself to whoever it is in front of him, and then the moment is ruined and whoever he’s with excuses themselves.
Or it could be Remus, who’s eyes he catches looking at him from across the room, lifting his cup in greeting, making Regulus forget all about the nobody in front of him.
Or his brother, who barges in and crowds Regulus’s space, snapping at the somebody to, ‘get away from him’. His words alone are usually enough to scare them away, although if that didn’t work, Sirius’s sheer intimidation would do the job.
“Well, I haven’t really” he confesses quietly, hyper aware of how Remus stiffens under him.
Sirius stares at him like he’s grown two heads, “what do you mean? Not even a little peck?”
But Regulus is already shaking his head miserably before Sirius can finish his sentence. “Not even Crouch? Or Rosier? I know you’re close with them.”
“They’ve offered… but I just”
“Want it to be special, sweetheart?” Remus teases from behind, soothing the tense atmosphere.
“Not really, just want it to be someone who wants me” he answers before his brain catches up with him.
“Well then, I dare you to kiss…” Sirius drawls, lips curling into a dangerous grin, as if he knows what he’s about to say is going to send Regulus spiraling.
The words barely land before Regulus lunges at him, but Sirius is faster, catching Regulus mid lunge, gently pulling him back with a strained laugh. Why did he do that? Oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh-
Before can overthink himself into an early grave, Sirius squeezes his cheeks until his lips pucker, “Your brother can’t be your first kiss, baby” he murmurs, brushing his thumb across Regulus’ cheek. “You don’t wanna waste it on me.”
Oh, but he does.
Regulus lets out a sorrowful whimper when Remus’ fingers hook beneath his chin. Slowly, he tilts his face up, guiding his gaze away from Sirius and toward him. “But you can give it to me,” Remus says, low and confident.
Remus' thumb lingers just under his chin, the pad pressing lightly, tilting Regulus’ face higher. For a second, Regulus forgets how to breathe. His lashes flutter, and his lips part without thought, like he’s waiting for Remus to instruct him.
“Easy” Remus murmurs, so low that it vibrates against Regulus’s skin. His eyes flick down to his mouth, then back up. Giving Regulus the choice to back out.
Regulus swallows hard, his pulse stuttering as he gives the smallest nod.
Remus doesn’t hesitate. He leans in slow, deliberate, until his lips ghost against Regulus’, the barest brush. Teasing, testing. Regulus lets out a soft exhale, almost a whimper, and chases his touch clumsily, pressing forward as if he’s starving for it,
The kiss starts off as messy, Regulus doesn’t know where to out his hands, doesn’t know if the angle is off from where his neck is tilted, doesn’t know how much pressure to give— but Remus steadies him, one palm cradling the back of his head, his mouth moving with practised ease.
When Remus finally deepens the kiss, parting his lips to coax Regulus’ mouth open, he gasps softly, overwhelmed. Instinct takes over as he has his nails digging into Remus’ shirt, holding on for dear life.
And Remus, as steady as stone, only pulls him closer, teasing his tongue on Regulus' bottom lip. It makes his head spin, but Remus is so patient with him, letting Regulus set the pace. Regulus threads his fingers through Remus’ tawny hair, not tugging, just holding.
An ache settles in his neck, but he doesn’t want this moment to end. As if sensing his thoughts, Remus presses one last firm kiss to his lips and pulls away.
Regulus is left blinking, a light pink flush spreading across his cheeks, Remus’ thumb strokes down to his jaw, brushing lightly against his lips before tilting his head to Sirius.
He whispers in the stillness of the room, “now, you can give your brother a kiss.”
Regulus finds Sirius watching them with blown out pupils, really that’s all he sees because Sirius throws himself at him. If Regulus wasn’t supported by Remus, he would be sent sprawling out on the floor.
“Easy” Remus chided.
“M’ s’sorry Reggie, can’t help it” Sirius whines, grabbing hold on either side of his face with his rough hands — their lips clash against each other painfully, but Sirius thrives off of it, he moans into Regulus’ mouth and takes advantage of his surprised gasp, slipping his tongue in and mapping out his little brother mouth.
Regulus is left to catch up with him, he desperately mimics Sirius’ ministrations, earning himself a groan of approval.
It heats him up from the inside out, he tangles his fingers in Sirius’ hair, using his grasp to anchor himself as he firmly pushes himself against his brother.
Regulus keens at a particularly harsh bite to his bottom lip, metallic fills his mouth, thickly coating his tastebuds. Sirius eagerly sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it as if he was giving head.
His excitement is cut short when Remus shoves his brother away, “fuckin’ christ, Sirius. What happened to easing him in?”
Regulus is left breathless, lips swollen and tingling from Sirius’ kiss. Sirius flashes them crimson stained teeth, “that was before I found out how divine he tastes,” he teases, swimming a thumb across Regulus’s bottom lip, like he’s proud of the mark he left.
Remus hums low in his throat, a warning or maybe… amusement, but Sirius only leans closer, peppering little kisses all over Regulus’ face, as a thank you. Sirius grinned, grabbing Regulus’s face and smooshing their noses together, before kissing him again and again on the cheeks. his eyes sparkle as the sweep over Regulus’ flustered state.
“Reggie, baby. I dare you to.. take your shirt off.”
Regulus freezes, eyes blowing wide, louse thundering in his ears. “It’s not your turn anymore” he says petulantly.
But Sirius is already smirking at him, eyeing him like a predator does to its prey. “C’mon Reggie, what’s a game without a little bravery?”
Remus’ palm presses firmly on his thigh, grounding him, steadying him. “You can say no,” he reminds softly.
Regulus thinks about it for a moment. It’s not like they don’t know what he's hiding underneath his jumper. So with a shrug, Regulus lifts his arms towards Sirius, a silent command to take it off for him.
Sirius, for all his playfulness and roughness, gently helps Regulus remove his jumper, the fabric clings to his head for only a second before he’s left bare, a delicate crescent-moon necklace resting against his collarbone. Remus soothingly runs his hands up and down Regulus' naked arms, chasing away the goosebumps that threaten to pop up.
Regulus shivers at the attention Sirius gives his tits and crosses his arms over his chest, hiding his goodies from view.
Sirius clicks his tongue, and yanks Regulus from his secure spot in Remus’ lap, he’s turned around so that his back is plastered against his brother's front. His fingers ghost over Regulus’s ticklish sides before linking together over his stomach.
“Don’t be shy, Reggie baby,” Sirius teases.
Regulus lets his arms fall away from his chest, exposing the soft swell of his little mounds to Remus’ hungry gaze. His eyes immediately catch on the delicate necklace, and a soft smile spreads across his face.
“Moony,” Sirius whispers, while Remus gently smooths his thumb over the charm.
Instead of shying away, Regulus reaches back to wrap his arms around Sirius, the pull forcing his back into an arch and his chest to push forward invitingly.
“Do’ya like these being played with, sweetheart?” Remus asks, drifting away from the charm– hands hovering over Regulus’s tits.
Regulus turns his face to look up at his brother, questioning.
Sirius arches a brow, “it’s okay, you can answer him. Honestly” He reminded.
“I don’t know” Regulus confesses quietly, feeling shy under their piercing gaze.
Remus hums, the sound low and approving. His hands still hovering just a breath away. “Then let’s find out together.”
Sirius’s arms tighten around Regulus, keeping him steady in that arch, making sure he can’t shy away. “Relax,” he murmurs into Regulus’s ear, his lips brushing the shell. “We’ve got you.”
A shudder slips down Regulus’s spine at the mix of their voices. His chest rises unsteadily, caught between fear of the unknown and the sharp pull of want.
Remus finally closes the distance the pads of his thumbs brushing lightly across the swell of Regulus’s chest. The touch is feather-soft, exploratory, more of a taste than a claim. Regulus gasps, a sound caught between surprise and something dangerously close to a whimper.
“That sensitive, hm?” Remus’s lips curl into a grin, his gaze flicking up to catch every sound and reaction Regulus makes. “Sweetheart, you;re going to drive us mad.”
Sirius chuckles softly, fingers splayed wide against Regulus’s stomach, his breath warm against the nape of Regulus’s neck. “Answer him,” he coaxes. “Do you like it?”
Regulus’s lips part, no sound coming, until he finally breathes, “..maybe..”
His words are shaky, uncertain- but threaded through with honesty.
That’s all the permission Remus needs. His hands settle around Regulus’s chest, warm and grounding, tugging him gently closer. Regulus’s breath grows shallow, heart hammering as he feels the heat of both Remus and his brother sandwich him on either side.
“A-ah!” Regulus gasps softly, his toes curling as a teasing nudge of Remus’s lips brush along his collarbones, down his sternum– leaving open mouthed kisses along the skin. A tongue flattens down on a nipple, and Regulus feels his underwear dampen, sticking to his slick centre.
“Fuck” he pants wetly, pressing back against Sirius, who responded with a careful guiding hand along his side. Sirius’s touch is firm but controlled, helping Regulus set a smooth pace, leaning into the heat building between them. The small movements, the brushing, the holding– make Regulus’s skin tingle and his eyes roll.
Remus moves onto Regulus’s neglected tit, thumb rubbing firm circles on his spit slick one, giving the same attention as the other one as Sirius nibbles on his jaw. Pleasure licks up his spine and he starts to beg so fucking sweetly.
“Do ‘ya even know what your beggin for?” Sirius rasps into his ear, it sends tingling sensation down to the pulsing heat between his thighs. Regulus squeezes his thighs together and cries out. “More, more, moremoremoremore-.”
Remus lets go with one last harsh suck, a sickening wet pop echoing throughout the room. His scarred lips are swollen and ruby red, it's hypnotising.
“Get him to kneel by the bed, pet.” Remus commands, and Sirius the devoted follower— guides Regulus to his feet by the grip he has around his middle. Together they move slowly, allowing Regulus to stretch out his stiff muscles and steady his nerves.
“Show daddy those lovely manners of yours” Sirius whispers to him, voice soft and playful, like it’s their little secret.
“D-daddy??” Regulus gasps, neck almost breaking off with the speed he turns his head.
“Mmf, hot right?” Sirius grins, playfully nipping at the tip of Regulus’s nose, “You’re gonna be good for daddy, aren’t you?” he teases, nudging his head to Remus, who just stares back from where he’s perched on top of his bed, with a smirk and raised brow.
Yes. He does want to be good.
Regulus swallows hard, feeling both the weight of their attention and the strange thrill of being carefully guided. He’s always been good at playing the sweet and innocent role. But right now the feeling is different, it's raw, unfamiliar– and exciting in a way he can’t quite place.
He’s never done anything like this. The only dick he’s seen, other than his brothers, was when Barty pantsed Evan.
Regulus kneels and shuffles forwards when Remus spreads his legs, encouraging him. His heart pounds, and only settles in a steady rhythm when Sirius kneels beside him, keeping a possessive hand on the small of his back.
Remus strokes a steady hand through Regulus curls, tucking stray curls gently behind his ears. Remus hooks a finger under Regulus’s chin and tilts it up, guiding his gaze until Regulus meets him through his thickened lashes,
“Where are those lovely manners of yours, sweetheart?” Remus croons, voice low and teasing.
“Can I suck your cock, daddy?” Sirius whispers the prompt, as if Regulus is unable to figure it out for himself.
“Can I-“ Regulus clears this throat at Sirius’s subtle nudge, “can I please suck your cock, daddy?” He asks sweetly, hands resting on Remus’s knees.
Remus let out a loud groan before shoving his sweats down mid thigh and untucking his-
Holy fucking shit.
Remus is huge.
Regulus must have done a poor job of hiding his surprise, because Sirius leans in, tucking a stray curl behind his ear before murmuring, “mm, yeah. He’s big, isn’t he, Reggie baby?”
Without thinking, Regulus lets his hand fall to take his brothers, half for reassurance, half for something solid to cling to as his heart hammers against his ribcage.
“Take it in your hand first. Focus on how good it feels, and then give his head a sweet, little kiss.”
Regulus takes the instruction and wires it in his brain. His hand trembles slightly, and then he takes hold of Remus. He watches his hand slowly slide up from the base all the way to his weeping tip, and as Sirius said, he leans forwards and presses a sweet, little kiss right on the mushroom head.
A bit of slick clings to his lips as he leans back so that his breath ghosts the head. Remus’s cock twitches, “Good job sweetheart, just like that” he pants, reaching forward to thread his fingers through his curls, not to force forward or control (yet), but to comfort.
Feeling bolder, Regulus leans forwards and licks him. His tongue slowly slides over the slit, collecting more of the salty, addicting substance.
The taste clings to his tastebuds, and Regulus moans as he goes in for more. Growing confident that what he’s doing feels good for Remus, Regulus allows his mouth to drop open and he slowly guides Remus in, before popping him back out again.
Regulus gets into a rhythm, of unknowingly sending Remus into insanity.
Sirius yanks his head backwards and hisses sharply, “poor daddy. Letting you practice on him like a big boy, and you can’t even do a decent job at it.”
The humiliation shoots straight down to his navel, he presses his thighs together and whimpers, “I’m sorry daddy.”
“No” Sirius scoffs, getting a better grip on his head, “but you will be.” Sirius pulls him down, and Regulus giddily lets his mouth fall open, and Sirius pushes him down, down, down until Remus is kissing the back of his throat.
His throat constricts around the foreign feeling, and Sirius lifts him off just as he’s about to gag.
“Do it again” Remus groans, flexing his fingers against his scalp. Sirius and Remus used him as if he were just a toy for them for fuck with, and he loved it. Sirius would change up the pace whenever he felt like it, and Regulis found himself moaning around Remus, flicking his tongue out whenever he got pulled too far.
“Think we can go deeper, sweetheart?”
Regulus knows it’s not a question for him to be answering, but he does anyway. “Please” he croaks out.
He can’t tell who it was, but all of a sudden Remus is pushing past his throat, and Sirius is pressing sweet kisses wherever he can reach, whispering between each kiss, “breathe through your nose baby, it’s okay I’m here. You’re doing so well.”
He lets the rhythmic push and pull lull him, relaxing his bones sluggishly — allowing Remus to slip past his constricting throat easier. His eyes go crisscrossed at the sight of his red gloss smearing wet and sticky around his cock. The glistening mess taunts him and Regulus lets out a choked out whine.
Don’t get him wrong, Regulus really does try, but he doesn’t last nearly as long as he thought. As soon as he’s able to, he’s pulling off and sputtering into his elbow. A warm hand rubs his back soothingly. “Good job, sweetheart. Made daddy so proud”
He peeks out with watery eyes, “I made you proud?” He sniffles and whimpers, leaning to Remus for a kiss he craves to have. Remus meets him halfway, hooking his arms underneath his armpits and heaving him up onto his lap.
Regulus goes easily and wraps his arms around the older man’s neck. Remus’s cock, stained red, goes ignored and he’s rewarded with an open mouth kiss. Remus' tongue slips past his lips and curls around his teeth. Hands on his hips, Sirius, encourage him to begin rocking, back and forth. Spreading the slick between them.
Lips attach themselves to the side of his neck, and a sneaky hand slithers down his chest, tweaking a nipple, scratching down past his bellybutton and finally sliding under his panties and through his slick curls. They spread his sticky folds apart and finally circle around his sensitive clit.
“Ah! Fuuh-uck, please!” Regulus gasps, sobbing as pleasure shoots up his spine, making his head go fuzzy. His nails bite into Remus’s shoulders. He throws his head back, his skull knocking painfully into Sirius’, and his brother lets out a bitten off groan.
In retaliation, Sirius pinches his little nub hard enough to draw out a squeal from Regulus. His wet eyes lift up to Remus, a stray tear slipping down his cheek, leaving a sweet little black trail in its wake.
“Don’t give me those eyes, little one,” Remus chuckles, brushing the streak away with his thumb — letting the salty taste sit on his tongue.
“Gotta stretch you nice and wide for daddy, baby” Sirius purrs, tucking a second finger in his sopping cunt. Regulus whines and pounces at Remus, presses wet open mouth kisses wherever he can reach.
Remus catches Regulus' lips in a filthy kiss, pushing his tongue in his mouth. Hands clawing at each other as Regulus is guided to up to his knees– Sirius fucking his fingers up into him
Slipping his fingers out to circle messily at this throbbing nub, to then return back into him with vigour, he tucks a third finger in, spreading them wide– burning.
“Siri” Regulus sobs, clawing away from both men.
“Nawh, baby” Sirius croons, squishing Regulus even between them, “don’t want our daddy rip you open, now do we?”