I'm so used to writing lemons in first person that I can't write them any other way. Sorry if that bothers any of you. This is my first attempt at writing someone's first time, so beware. lol

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Finally, after an awkward struggle to remove my pants, I laid on the slightly scratchy sheets in the middle of Sirius' bed. Sirius was standing there, watching me from where he had placed our folded clothes on the desk. I strained my eyes to see what was in his hands, my glasses long gone. Whatever it was, he placed it on the bedside table as well, easily within reach, and moved to sit beside me.

Sirius' hands were suddenly everywhere, or so it seemed. They traced across my chest with faint touches, ghosting his fingers across overly sensitive skin. I shuddered at the gentle caresses, softly moaning when they swept over pebbled nipples. The teasing touches were replaced be something warm, something wet, and I had to know what it was. My eyes opened to the gorgeous sight of Sirius' tongue slipping back inside his mouth.

Apparently Sirius had noticed how much of my attention was focused on his lips, because the next thing I knew my mouth was being plundered, claimed, devoured. Sirius moved, careful not to break the kiss, to lie down slightly on top of me. I whimpered at the feel of his warm body pressed against mine, and I could feel the longhaired boy's smirk against my lips.

"Sirius," I gasped, pulling back from that sinful mouth, "I've never…"

Sirius tipped my head back, one hand cupping my cheek. "Relax, James. I'll take care of you."

Blindly reaching for whatever it was he had left on the nightstand, Sirius nudged my legs apart and brought suddenly wet fingers between us. A faint hint of strawberries hung in the air.

'Lube,' I thought. 'We're actually going to do this.'

Dancing fingers brushed over my –'What do they call it? Perineum?'—and then I couldn't care less what it was called because there was a finger inside me and I wanted more. The slippery digit pushed in and out, it's owner whispering something I couldn't quite make out about vocal lovers. I tensed as a second finger joined the first.

"Relax, love. That's it."

Sirius spread his fingers apart, stretching my insides and searching for something. A third finger joined in the hunt and suddenly I was gasping and arching into the body above me.

"James, meet your prostate." Sirius laughed and grabbed one of the extra pillows with his free hand, moving it underneath the small of my back. A low keening noise filled the room—'Was that me?'—and then Sirius was growling as he settled between my legs.

It burned. Merlin, how it burned to be stretched so. I gasped, my boyfriend's—'Lover's?'—mouth whispering next to my ear.

"Relax, James. C'mon, baby. Relax."

Sirius stopped pushing, apparently fully inside me. He gently kissed my forehead, his hands brushing away tears I hadn't known I was crying. His hips moved in small circles, trying to stretch my arse—'His dick is up my ass!'—without hurting me. The burning began to fade, not completely, but enough that I could feel the eroticism of what we were doing.

"Ready?"

"Yeah."

Sirius pulled back about an inch before carefully pushing back in. I twisted my hips, trying to find a way to relieve me of some of the burn of being filled, and barely managed a strangled gasp as Sirius' cock rubbed against that bundle of nerves his fingers had teased only minutes ago. Judging by the answering smirk—'Does he ever not smirk?'—I was about to learn exactly what my prostate could do for me.

Strong hands made sure I didn't change positions and then he was thrusting into me with increasing speed. I had thought the teasing touch of a fingertip was pleasurable, but the steady game of tag Sirius' cock was playing with my prostate easily reached beyond anything someone's fingers could ever do. He pushed in and pulled out in an even rhythm and I could feel his every movement, his every twitching muscle. There was a twisting, fiery yearning for more. I ran one hand down my partner's back, not noticing the red welts left in its wake, and desperately tugged at his hair to bring his mouth back to mine.

"Sirius! Please!"

Those simple words proved to be his undoing. With a choked moan he sat back and moved my legs from where they clutched at his waist to over his shoulders only to lean over me again and—"Fuck! Yes!"—I'm fairly sure anyone in the world could hear my nearly continuous moaning but I didn't care so long as he kept hitting that spot that made all the pretty lights flash before my closed eyelids and my heart pound in my chest and that tightening in my balls and my lips press harder against his and he kept doing whatever it was with his hand on my prick —

With one last thrust I screamed, coming so hard I could barely breathe. My ass clenched around Sirius' length, which was already pumping its own seed inside of me.

We both collapsed in a pile of warm, sweaty skin and I stayed awake long enough to feel something—'Tissue?'—cleaning the mess off my chest and wonder how my parents hadn't heard that before drifting off to sleep.