Title had nothing to do with A.F.I.'s song, although I do love them and their songs.
Warnings this whole chapter is pretty much just smut! Over 3,000 words of glorious smut.
Kiss and Control
The conversation did not go the way I had planned. Of course, we weren't really supposed to talk all that much at all. I was supposed to worship his body until he wanted to return the favor and fuck me into a mattress… but the conversation was better than expected…. And how can I argue with the current outcome?
We're still heading for the room of Requirements and he's still going to shag me into the mattress… but it's going to be better now… Now I know he wants me the same way I want him… for keeps. I just hope he doesn't get too pissed when he finds out this was all Grace's plan.
We make it to the room and I pace in front of it three times. I know exactly what I want the room to look like. When the door appears on the third pass I turn and smirk at him. He's looking a little nervous which only makes me happier. I've never seen him nervous. That can only mean that he genuinely doesn't want to disappoint me. I smile at him reassuringly as I grab his hand leading him into the room.
We step into the room I look at his face since I already know what the room is going to look like. His jaw drops and I smirk with satisfaction. I was going for passionate romance. There are blood red rose petals littering the floor, the room is cast in glowing warm light from the dozens of candles floating around the room which is occupied by nothing except for the largest bed either of us has ever seen. It's a canopy bed; the hangings are made from fine gauze that really doesn't block out anything, not like it matters since we have the room to ourselves. The bed itself is covered in light; deep purple silk sheets that make the bed look so soft you would never want to leave it. The only other thing in the room is a small cherry wood nightstand that perfectly matches the bed frame. It has a lamp on it that is covered in a purple scarf to dim its light.
Finally as he fully digests the room he turns to me. His mouth snaps closed as he draws me into his arms. He doesn't hesitate for a moment as he leans into kiss me and this time I don't try to fight it or control it. I want this just as much as he does. I moan into his mouth as his hot tongue laps at mine, returning it when my fingers curl in his long thick hair, dragging him impossibly closer to my body.
It's hungry and fierce, we don't pull away until we are becoming lightheaded from the lack of oxygen to our brains. Panting he rests his forehead against mine. "No one has ever gone to so much trouble before just for me." Sirius sounds so honest and happy.
"No one has ever cared like I do. And you're always the one taking charge I assume." I smile, breath still coming out in heavy puffs. He nods his head once and leans in.
"Are you supposed to be taking charge this time?" His lips curl up in a show of some of his old playful arrogance.
"Only of the décor. My job was to get you to be mine forever and get you're here… you're turn now Black and I expect you to make it worth all of the trouble. Grace looked up dozens of different potions just for my hair… I expect you to make it worth our efforts. He smirks and nods…. And can you guess where we ended up next?
That's right, with me pressed against the wall. He really likes that… it's like some very odd kink thing for him or something. And we have too much history between us for me to hold back a comment or two about it… after he's done snogging the life out of me of course.
He pins my hands above my head, his hard body pressed against mine, his lips and tongue devouring me like I'm some sort of very tasty desert. And I return every movement and moan with one of my own because I feel the same way he does. Again he pulls away so we can breath, his lips peppering light kisses up and down my jaw and neck, his breath hot and against the already warm overheated flesh.
I chuckle though, can't help it. He hums against the vibrations in my neck, never stopping his kissing he asks, "Does it tickle or did I do something to amuse you?"
I hum in satisfaction as his teeth scrap against my pulse point. "What about me makes you slam me against walls, or is this just some sort of turn on for you?" Sirius' lips still and he pulls back looking me in the eyes. He looks confused for a moment, trying to remember all the last times we've met like this. Finally he smirks and leans in, his lips pressing firmly to mine. "It's a dominant thing I suppose, plus I can make really cheesy jokes…. Like, 'I just enjoying seeing you caught between a rock and a hard place'". On the last two words he grinds against me and I just about melt against him. "And you do things like that." He wet's his lips before devouring my mouth again, and any other thoughts about making jokes over the wall thing are gone. The only thing I care about is Sirius… and all the things he can do to me.
Shut up I know it sounds cheesy but damn is it true…
He pulls me off the wall and walks us towards the bed. We stumbled around like over excited teenagers… which I suppose we are… until the backs of my knees meet the bed. I fall back on my bum, Sirius' mouth never once leaving mine. Obviously he's done this many times. For whatever reason I don't even feel jealous like I know I'm supposed to. Maybe it's because I know that I get him for as long as I want him, maybe it's because I know he wants me just as much, and I know it's partly because I know at least one of us needs to have experience or this would be a whole lot more awkward.
He crawls up onto the bed, straddling my lap. He grinds down into me, sucking my tongue into his mouth, nibbling on it, humming around it. I barely register his hands slowly divesting me of my shirt. I honestly don't even realize until his warm callused fingers brush over my bare skin, traveling slowly over to an already pert nipple. He pulls away from my mouth, kissing down my neck until, nibbling and licking his way to my chest.
His mouth meets my nipple and he sucks it into his scorching mouth. His tongue flicks it, my head falling back from the intense pleasure of his mouth just touching me. He pulls away seeing my exposed neck and dives in for that. His mouth wraps around my adams apple, there are going to be a number of love bites to hide tomorrow morning.
I just moan and let him do whatever he wants to me for quite some time just happy he's finally in my arms… but it's becoming too much. I need more, more skin, more kisses, something and this isn't enough anymore. The hands already in his hair tug him away from the neck and I kiss him, it's hard and messy from my desperation. Our teeth click and tongues battle, but it's glorious, both of us whimper and moan.
I still need more. I rip open his white button down shirt, little buttons ping off the walls as they fly from the holes. Sirius pulls away from the kiss and looks down at my suddenly still hands half way into the motion of pulling the shift down his arms. He looks back up at me eyebrows raised in surprises. "That's so fucking sexy I can't even tell you." Then his lips are on mine again. I can't get over how fierce the kisses are, they light me on fire.
He finally relents a little in his attack and motions for me to lay back on the bed. I do, nodding at him when I'm comfortable. He leers at me, crawling over to me across the large bed. He looks like a lion stalking its prey, and usually you wouldn't want to be prey… but in this case I can't wait for him to devour me.
He slides between my still clothed thighs; his hands roam my chest, as if testing the softness of the finest fabric. His fingers travel slowly down till they reach my hips, his fingers brushing my jutting hip bones making my stomach muscles quiver with anticipation.
He tries to hold back a smile as he sees the reaction. His fingers travel across the top of my trouser line, my stomach dipping again from the soft caresses. His eyes never leave my body, his eyes following every move I make in reaction to his ministrations. And I deliver well.
I can't take it, the careful yet sure movements are driving me mad as he avoids touching me where I want him most. My hands clenched in the fine silk of the bed as I do my best not to moan his name like a needy girl. "Sirius, please."
I didn't manage, but he likes it because his mouth immediately meets my sternum. His tongue and lips pressing against my hot skin and he works his way down to my navel. He dips his tongue in, running his nose in my happy trail. He stays there repeating the motion a few times, but doesn't linger long. His kisses continue down, his tongue drawing random pattern on the hem of my pants where his fingers were earlier. He nibbles on my hip bones traces the 'V' of my abdomen with his tongue. And finally works back to the center where the button of my trousers is.
He doesn't hesitate a moment as grabs the corner between his teeth, watching with satisfaction as the button slips from the hole. I moan at the sight. It's so sexy I could come right there if I had less will power. He hums in agreement of my moan just before his teeth click against the metal of the zipper, pulling it down slowly. When it's all the way down all of this slow game is suddenly over. His fingers curl over the top of my pants and pull the trousers and boxers down in one go.
I'm now lying completely naked in front of the man I hope to spend the rest of my life with. Of course I can't help but feel very self-conches as he examines me. I can't even look at him; the need to cover myself with my hands is barely contained. I'm sure I'm not as impressive as some if not most of the people he's been with. I'm very skinny and pale. I could practically glow in the dark I'm so pale. I have a big nose, luckily my hair isn't greasy anymore… that's something. And even though I'm not under sized in the lower regions I don't think I'm exactly impressive either.
I feel the bed shift and I squeeze my eyes shut imagining him leaving me, here, like this. Laughing as he tries to erase the memory of me. Wondering how he could ever have thought I would be the one.
Instead he leans over me, warm breath puffing out over my ear. "Stop that Severus, you're beautiful." He leans back just in time for my head to snap towards his. Our eyes meet and I see the honesty there. "Maybe you're not tan or muscular. You have odd features that aren't classically handsome or beautiful. But there's something about you that pulls them off flawlessly. Maybe it's because I like you so much, maybe it's because I know what you're capable of, whatever it is I think you're beautiful, so don't hide form me okay?" It's not a question he requires an answer to; his lips just meet mine in a slow reassuring kiss.
I am sufficiently reassured. He pulls back sensing this and stands up on the bed. I can't help but chuckle at his Gryffindor-ness. Because it's not like the floor is two feet away or something, he has to stand on the bed. He grins down at me as he hears me laugh. As he un-buckles his belt he never takes his eyes off me. "You should really laugh more often, you look even better when you laugh."
I'm not sure I exactly love Sirius yet, but that comment sure makes me think it's not going to take long. He's being so honest, more honest than I ever thought he could be. He's really trying and that in itself is something to be admired.
When his pants are fully off he throws them to the side. I smirk; he misses it making sure his pants are properly discarded. He doesn't even see it coming when I grab the back of his knees and pull him back to the bed.
His knees thump the mattress and he lets out a squeal of surprise. "That was a manly noise." I joke playfully. He glares with no feeling behind it as he immediately quips back.
"Oh and begging me earlier was very manly Sev." He begins to imitate. "Oh, Sirius, please… I need you." He does it in girly voice that is not even close to my deep one. But still I do not deem this joke with a response. Instead I hook my leg around his waist and flip us. I pin his arms against the mattress, my legs on either side of his hips.
I align our cocks swiveling my hips just enough to torture him… and myself as well because the friction is amazing. I lean over, my lips an inch from his, playing with him, just leaning out of reach as he tries to kiss me. He huffs falling back against the pillows. I lean in again my tongue flicks out, licking his protruding bottom lip. His pout disappearing at the gesture, I nip the same spot, tugging his lip playfully. I watch as I release it and it bounces back against his teeth. He groans low in his throat. I kiss the coroner of his mouth lovingly, just little kisses, peppering them over his lips and nose and forehead. My fingers curl between his, our hands interlocking. I kiss across his jaw then down his neck, stopping to suck on his pulse point, and just under his ear.
He stretches his neck out to give me more room and I love it, the gesture of him wanting me to do more. I comply trying to find the areas of his neck that make him moan the most. When I'm satisfied I've done my job I move down lower. My tongue lapping at the hollow of his throat. When he is sufficiently playacted, no longer remembering what he was saying before, I stop pretty much anything just looking down at him.
Insecurity is starting to make itself known. I've never done this before. Kissing is one thing, but the next steps are completely new territory and I need him to take charge… but I don't want to have to tell him that.
And it's like he can sense my sudden insecurity. His brow creases as he finally realizes I'm just staring at him. He looks into my eyes and I don't try to look away, he'd just get me to look at him anyways. "What's wrong Sev?" My eyes do flicker away from his as a small blush creeps up on me. "Have you never had sex before?" It's like a light bulb has gone off in his head. I nod once, still not looking directly at him. Our hands fingers are still interlocked and I can't ignore how hard either of us are, how desperately I know both us want to find relief in each other.
But he's suddenly so tender as he sits up. He brings my right hand up to his lips, kissing the back of it so our hands are still together. "Could have fooled me with all of these charades and the way you kiss and control me so effortlessly." He let go of my hands, his fingertips running lightly up my arms sending shivers down my spine. "It makes you even more beautiful, one minute as sure as a snake, the next innocent… stunning."
I couldn't help but agree, but for different reasons, it was both of us together that was beautiful and stunning to me. One minute he could make me feel passionate and fierce, the next I would feel like a treasure, his tender kisses heating my already scorching skin, lighting my senses up like fireworks.
Just as he is doing now.
He lowers me to the bed under him again. "I'll take care of you Sev." He kisses above my heart and reaches for the bedside table, he opens the little drawer and pulls out a bottle of clear lube. He smiles at me for thinking of everything when I designed the room. He uncaps it spreading some on his fingers. He rubs it around warming it up in his fingers. He leans over me and I can feel my heart pounding against my chest. He lings himself up with me, our cocks rubbing, the contact makes us both moan low and deep. He leans over, still rutting against me as he kisses me passionately, his fingers slipping down between my thighs, into my crease. He sucks my tongue into his mouth just as he thrusts a finger into me. I gasp, more from the odd feeling more than pain. He continues like that, distracting me with kisses and his hips swiveling against mine. He groans tugging at my lips as he adds another finger, scissoring them he makes me shudder. He adds the third finger and I arch up into him as the fingers curl, hitting something inside me that makes my body spasm in pleasure.
"Gods! Sirius, what is that?" I can't help but moan wantonly as he hits it again. I can't even be mad about the self satisfied smirk on his face.
He leans over me his lips brushing my ear. His tongue licking the shell. "Do you like that Severus? It can get better. Would you like that?"
I moan and whimper as he pulls the fingers out. The loss could kill me; I need him inside of me. Anything, his fingers… anything. It's a wonder neither of us has come yet. I'm so hard it aches.
He pulls back further slicking himself up, he lines up and squeezes my hip. "This is going to hurt baby, I'm sorry." I know it's going to hurt, but I want him more then I'm scared of the pain. A nod is my only response.
He rubs my hip lovingly with his thumb as he thrusts in. It hurts, he was right. But the feeling of being full, having him inside me is so much better than the pain. I wrap my legs around his hips drawing him in more until he is fully sheathed inside of me. When he is we both moan, it's deep and needy.
I throw my head back and he devours my exposed neck. He gives me a few moments to get used to him and then slowly rocks his hips, not even pulling out. I need to come so bad I want to burst. "Siri- please, need you to move now!" He complies instantly, his control as razor thin as mine.
The thrusts start slow but that's not enough for long, and they become powerful and hard and I can't even think straight! He rocks his hips and suddenly it's even more intense then moments ago. "Sirius yes! Right there!" He nods, sweat gleaming on his face, sliding down his neck…
I reach up my fingers tangling in his hair pulling him down. I lick the drop up, the salty taste exploding in my mouth, moaning like it's the only sound I know anymore.
I reach down I need more, it shouldn't be possible but I need more, I try to grab myself, but Sirius bats my hand away. His strong rough hand wraps so tightly around me he barely strokes me once before I'm coming so hard I almost black out.
He comes inside of me as I clench around him from the force of my orgasm. My body pressed tightly to his, needing as much contact with him as possible. Still thrusting into me, riding out the orgasms, he barely holds himself up for more than a moment before collapsing on top of me.
I don't even care, in fact I love it, the warm weight of him pressed against me, his softening cock still inside me. I can't even move, my arms sprawled out at my sides, chest rising and falling erratically. Sirius' face pressed to my neck, warm breath puffing out across my neck and chest.
Finally our breathing slows enough for him to gather enough strength to move. I grab him though stilling him. "Not yet." And even though I love the weight and warmth, I honestly can't breath well enough… but I don't like the thought of his moving.
He lifts his head, looking my in the eyes, his cool gray ones meeting my black ones. "I'm not going anywhere Sev, just don't want to crush you is all." He kisses me lightly to reassure me.
They finally had sexy time! Not really happy with it… I don't know how to be sexy…. I'm NOT sexy. I'm a nerdy girl who spends her time living vicariously through fictional stories with fictional characters about gay men…. Or playing video games!
