Sirius opened the door and a furious Lucius Malfoy entered Grimmauld place, long hair following his elegant shape as a Halo.
-Where are they? Now! Draco! Come here immediately- the man started screaming at the stairs.
-What do you think you're doing?!- Sirius ran as fast as he could and put a hand against Malfoy's mouth. The blond stood still and a gasp escaped his thin lips, he could smell the former Gryffindor's cologne and feel the warmth coming from him. His reaction formed a smile on Black's lips which traced a line on the back of his neck, his free hand travelling to his waist-shhhh, they've just gone to bed.
The sound of his low voice on his ear sent shivers down his spine. And when Sirius started walking to the kitchen he let himself be dragged along, still stunned by the feeling of that well-known body against him again.
But when they got there he realised what he was doing and freed himself from padfoot's grip, taking distance.
Sirius closed the door and looked at the Slytherin. His face hadn't changed much, it was still incredibly beautiful and pale but now black moons rested beneath his beautiful grey eyes and his expression showed how tired he was.
-This cannot be happening, my son...-his voice raised a pitch, but Sirius was not listening anymore, the images of a younger Lucius had taken control of his mind.
He remembered how he used to laugh when they were alone, feeling completely free in the presence of the black-haired boy. Then the silky touch of his blond hairs and the way his light weight felt when he sat on his lap while making out. But the best part was his lips. God, those lips hadn't aged a day.
He shook his head, his attention focusing on the other man.
- ...Your godson must have done something to him. You have to tell him to leave Draco alone.-Lucius voice was a mix between anger and disgust but when he laid his eyes on the man in front of him, his cheeks became a strong shade of pink.
- What's the matter with you? Harry has not hexed your son. They're in love Lucius
- But that is completely wrong. They are two boys, for God's sake.
- That didn't seem to be a problem when we were together.- he got closer, his face only inches apart- Did you think that when you were on your knees with those beautiful lips stretched around my cock? Or when I was eating you out? Because I don't remember you telling me that. Maybe it was when I was slamming you against that wall of the third floor. Or when Lucius?
His eyes shot open at the black-haired's words, the images coming back to his mind and making his black pants get tight. Their eyes met, bright grey against lustfully canine ones.