Sirius was the first to stir. The afternoon light peeked through the gap in the curtains, the fire had died, and a chill was in the room. He carefully rolled from the bed, taking care not to jostle the sleeping Remus and Lily, entangled with each other. Pointing his wand at the fireplace, he summoned new wood from the pile downstairs and set it roaring. James was still missing from the room, and Sirius fretted. He dressed quietly and left, pressing a kiss to both of his sleeping partners' foreheads. Lily sighed in her sleep. He apparated directly to the Potters' front door and let himself in without knocking, grateful for the familiarity and ease he felt here. Euphemia and Fleamont were sat at the dining table, no sign of James.
'Sirius! Good to see you, lad. How are you?'
'I'm good, thank you. Hello Euphemia.'
'Good evening, sweetheart. What are you doing here?'
'I'm looking for James. Is he upstairs?' James' parents shared a quick glance.
'No, James left hours ago.'
'Oh.' He lingered in the doorway a moment, unsure of his next move.
'Why don't you sit, eat some dinner.' Sirius stomach growled. He sat at the table and Euphemia set about filling his plate. Soup, fresh bread, as well as the plate stacked high with vegetables. He dug in and complimented her cooking, she smiled.
'Tell me, lad. How's your family?' Fleamont framed the question carefully, but the implication was clear. The Potters and the Blacks were some of the few wizarding families not closely related. Of course their bloodlines mingled, it was unavoidable, but it was so long ago that there were nearly no ties left.
'Regulus is doing great, he got mostly O's in his OWLs. I haven't really... Seen mum and dad.' Euphemia nodded sadly.
'Where are you staying?'
'Oh, I got a job at the Leaky Couldron, they put me up, no charge.'
'That's lovely, Sirius. Good to get some work experience under your belt. Have you heard anything about your marks?'
'Oh... James didn't mention?' Fleamont shook his head with a mouthful of bread.
'The owl came the other day. The four of us all got our results-'
'The four of you?' Sirius slowly chewed his potatoes.
'Me and James and Lily and Remus. We were, uh, all at the Couldron. They were visiting.' Fleamont seemed to accept his answer, but Euphemia looked most curious. She didn't ask out of politeness, and he hoped James wouldn't be bombarded with questions because of him.
'James did really well. All O's I think, except one E. I don't remember which one.' The older witch and wizard grinned at each other.
'Oh Sirius that's excellent news! What about you?'
'The same, I got O's except potions, I have an E.' Fleamont clapped him on the back in congratulations. They finished dinner amongst idle small talk, and when their plates were vanished, Sirius stood.
'Thanks very much, that was excellent. Do you know where James might have gone?'
'To be honest, I thought he'd gone to see you.'
'He was in a poor mood when he left,' interjected Euphemia, 'I had hoped he had come to you.' He felt a small tug on his trousers.
'Excuse, Mr Sirius.' Chicker was looking up at him from his foot, 'Master James at Mr Lupin's house. Helped him clean it up, I did.'
Fleamont shot the house elf a confused look.
'James was cleaning?'
'Yes yes! Chicker found him scrubbing with his hands! Told him off, I did!'
'What on earth is he doing that for?' Sirius was in a rush now.
'I'll explain everything to you later, I've got to go see him. Thanks again for dinner!' he shouted as he rushed from the house and turned on his toes.
Sirius let himself into the cottage, for the second time that day.
'James?' he called quietly down the entry hall, but received no response. Looking around he noted the clean floors, and the lack of cobwebs in corners of the ceiling. He was shocked by the stark difference to the first time he'd explored. Each room had been aired out, the smell of neglect had disappeared entirely. The bathrooms had been cleaned to shining, and the curtains in every room looked freshly dusted. He walked quietly through the house to the lounge, and spotted James dozing on one of the antique couches. He padded closer, stopping to admire his boyfriend. James' dark, thick eyelashes sat almost on his cheeks. The strong hands resting on his stomach, still for once, made him look calm. His t-shirt had exposed a strip of deep brown, velvet looking skin, with a trail of corse, dark hair leading into his trousers. Sirius licked his lips but squashed the thought. James was probably not in the mood, going by what his mother had said.
'What are you staring at?' Sirius looked back up to find James' sleepy eyes open a crack, looking at him. He went to his knees by the chair and gathered one of James' hands in his own.
'Looking at you, Prongs. You alright?' James brought his other hand up and scrubbed at his eyes. His neck was sore from his position.
'I'm fine, I'm still angry with Lily though. I didn't want to bother Moony with it while he recovered.' Sirius nodded.
'That's probably for the best, he was fucked, we almost had to carry him up the stairs. '
James sat up and stretched his arms. Sirius settled next to him, letting his head fall onto James' shoulder, and James draped an arm around him.
'You shouldn't be angry with Lily. She genuinely didn't mean to be there.'
'I know she didn't mean to be there, but she didn't listen. I told her to get one of us if anything happened. I saw her chase that boy away. Moony almost- She was so close, Pads. If he'd hurt her-' 'She did come and get me.'
'What?'
'Lily found me as soon as she saw. I was on the wrong side, I didn't smell the kid.'
'Why did you let her-'
'I didn't let her do anything, James, you know that.' Sirius rolled his eyes, 'I was almost there, but she beat me to it. It was better her, she's faster, she has more escape options. She didn't have to- She didn't need to hurt Moony to save the kid, like I would have.' His head hung heavy, still ashamed of his actions of more than a year ago. James pulled him close and kissed the top of his head.
'That wasn't your fault, Pads. It was all of us.'
'You shouldn't be mad at Lily.' Sirius repeated his sentiment to change the subject. He couldn't
stand the two of them being so at odds. James shut his eyes and let his head fall back to the couch. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers.
'I know. She couldn't have known what happened last time. She saved Moony from hurting someone. I realised she also... She broke the law to be with us. I didn't think about it the other day, but Lily broke wizarding laws because she wanted to help. I know she's an adult and can make her own decisions. I almost wished she hadn't, because I don't want her to get hurt, but we needed her last night. I'm glad she was there as much as I wish she wasn't.'
Sirius chuckled and looked up at the darker boy.
'Seriously, you two are the most stubborn pair of gits I've ever met. And I told her about what happened last time. She understands why you're angry now.'
'You told her? When?'
'We had breakfast, once Remus was settled.'
'You didn't tell her I got knocked out, did you?' The last of James' childish pride showed its head. 'Of course I did, you twat. I told her the whole truth. I had to. If she's coming with us, she needs to know.'
'You're really okay with it?'
'Of course not. I don't want Lily in harms way any more than I want Remus to go through it every month. But if her being there makes us all safer, I'll have her there.' James sighed.
'I s'pose I better apologise to her?'
'I think you should, mate.'
'Ugh.'
Sirius kissed the tip of his nose, 'You're a stubborn idiot, but this place looks great. How much did you do, and how much did Chicker do?' James pushed his shoulder roughly, but smiled.
'I cleaned the floors and the kitchen. I thought I'd surprise Moony. I also thought- Well, I thought I'd ask him. We all need a place. Your room at the Couldron is getting pretty small around that bed, with the four of us.'
'You want to live here?'
'I thought I'd ask, we wouldn't have to pay for it, and we'd each have our own rooms.'
'Sick of me already?'
'Sick of your smart mouth, yeah.' James leaned in to kiss Sirius. As always, the kiss never even started off tender. It was bruising and forceful, and Sirius leaned in.
'Maybe if you weren't so hard-headed.' Sirius managed. James smiled against his lips and shoved him backwards. Sirius' head connected rather forcefully with the arm of the couch.
'Shit, sorry Pads.' Sirius held the back of his head and squinted through the pain.
'Now who's hard-headed?' James smirked, on his knees at the edge of the couch. Sirius shoved him roughly, and he landed with a yelp on the rug. He yanked Sirius down with him, both wresting for control of one anothers' arms.
Eventually, despite the fight he put up, James had him pinned. He straddled the taller boy's hips and held his wrists above his head. Both panted in the sudden stillness. Sirius licked his lips and looked up at James, who gazed back heatedly James could feel Sirius' cock twitch under him, and leaned down, stopping millimetres above his boyfriend's lips. He breathed out, teasing a kiss he didn't give. Sirius arched against him with a terrible need to taste his lips again.
'We should really get back to the others,' James whispered, 'They'll be waking up soon.' Sirius huffed childishly.
'If you don't kiss me right now-'
'What? What are you gonna do, Pads? You're trapped here. You're stuck. You're not gonna do anything.' James was deliberately working him up, Sirius knew, but it didn't make it any less frustrating.
'You're a prat, kiss me.' He strained against James' hands, but they were built for gripping a broom,
and Sirius wasn't able to get leverage. He arched his back again trying to buck James off, but only managed to grind his cock into those plump arsecheeks and collapse back to the floor, groaning. James laughed darkly, pulling out his wand. He cast a quick incarcerous and Sirius felt silken rope replace James' warm hand. He looked up at his wrists but they were tied directly to the floor. He frowned.
'What are you doing?' James sat up, adding pressure on Sirius' cock, which was already leaking in his pants. He looked at James' crotch, and saw the same issue.
James put his wand on the nearby couch, before he stripped off his t-shirt. Sirius took a deep breath at the sight of James' bare chest and stomach. Both had changed in the last few weeks. Late nights working, plus a diet of convenience had added a certain softness to his waist, and a gentle curve where defined abs hid underneath. Rather than being less attracted, Sirius found himself salivating anew. James grinned and hooked his thumb in the waistband of his trousers.
'Is this what you want?' Sirius nodded enthusiastically, and James laughed again, the sound bubbled from his chest. He unbuttoned his trousers and pulled his cock from his pants, giving it a slow stroke and tipping his head back.
Sirius bucked his hips again, this time looking for friction. He watched the way James' expert fingers cradled his pretty cock. James let his hand linger, fingers wrapped around the head, an even darker colour than the shaft. He squeezed slightly and let his eyes close. Sirius thought he might drool.
'James, untie me.'
'No,' he stroked again, rolling his foreskin over his frenulum and glans, rolling his hips in time with his hand, providing Sirius with too-little friction. Sirius strained his arms again, and James watched the strong muscles in his shoulders ripple with a smile. With his free hand, James pushed Sirius' t- shirt up, exposing his stomach. He spread his palm on the smooth skin and groaned Sirius' name. The boy on the floor struggled for friction, for escape, he wasn't sure. James picked up speed in his breathing and his hand. The steady pressure on Sirius' cock only served to make him more insane. Every time Sirius tried to rut his hips up, James would rise on his knees. Sirius could see his strong thighs strain with effort.
'James, please, let me go.' James only moaned at the sound of his begging. Sirius made a frustrated noise in the back of his throat. Starting to pant in earnest, no longer bothering to shift his hips, Sirius was finally free to press up into his arse. He whimpered at the contact and didn't tear his eyes from James' cock. His stomach muscles tensed, and his bollocks rose to his groin. In a moment James was spilling his come over Sirius' stomach, his t-shirt, and his trousers. Sirius was too entranced to care. James' eyes fluttered closed and his mouth opened. A bead of sweat rolled down his chest, and his right leg twitched. He let his head fall back again, the lines of his neck jumping with his pulse. His throat stuttered.
Finally bracing himself on one hand on the floor, James leaned forwards to slow his breathing. Sirius went mad at the loss of pressure. He wriggled again in his position and James gave him a breathy laugh.
'You're so impatient, Pads.'
'Fuck you, Prongs. Touch me.'
'Is that what you want?'
'What?'
'You want to fuck me?'
'Whatever, I don't care. Yes. Please touch me.' James smiled at his confused distraction. He reached for his wand and did something Sirius had never seen before. James pointed his wand at his own stomach, and mumbled a quiet spell Sirius couldn't make out. A shocked breath escaped him and he tensed his stomach again. His abdominal muscles stood out for a moment as he adjusted. He then vanished his trousers and pants, and did the same for Sirius.
'What did you just do?'
'Shh, wait.' Sirius watched him sit up and reach behind himself. He felt a sticky hand wrap around the base of his cock and he groaned again at the feeling.
'You ready?'
'What?'
James didn't wait for an answer, and sank himself down to fully seated in Sirius' cock. Sirius saw stars behind his eyes and the breath was forced out of him. James sat for a minute to wait for the rise and fall of Sirius' chest to start up. Sirius savoured the feeling in awe. James' body had opened for him, perfectly relaxed but still gripping his cock like a vice. The right amount of lube had appeared from nowhere.
'What the fuck did you-'
James bounced on his cock, the still well-defined quidditch player thighs rippling.
'You talk too much.'
'Fuck y-' James bounced again.
'Don't know if you've noticed, that's what we're doing.' Sirius kept his eyes shut, but stayed quiet. James started to set a rhythm. He held on to Sirius' hips to keep him still, and fucked him. Wrists becoming sore from pulling, he strained again, aching to touch James. It was only a minute or so before Sirius was coming. His arms strained so hard James thought he might do himself an injury. He cried out in the quiet house, and the last few rays of sunlight from the window cast a beautiful light on the dark waves framing his face. James stilled to watch his pecs pump, and his stomach tense to iron. Slowly, he stroked up Sirius' ribs to trace the lines of his shoulders, leaning forward. He finally pressed a kiss to Sirius' slack lips. Sirius rode out the waves of bliss, savouring the hot, wet heat of his arse.
'Better?' A hand came up to stroke his face. Sirius opened his eyes to look. James' face was flushed from exertion, his hair a mess as ever. Sirius nodded and closed the small distance to kiss him again. The tie around his wrists finally vanished and strong hands massaged his shoulders while his arms came down.
'I regret giving you standing permission to tie me up.' His voice was still ragged.
'Do you? Sorry. Won't happen again.' James had quirked his eyebrow and smirked evilly.
'Fuck you.'
'Again?' Sirius lazily rolled them over and cupped the back of James' head. He finally took what he wanted from his partner's lips. They snogged lazily for a while, and Sirius' arms shook from the effort of holding himself up. He didn't care.
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Remus woke with a pounding headache and a mouth dry as sand. It took a minute or so for him to reconcile his memories, but eventually figured out where he was, why his body hurt, and who was next to him. Turning his head, at the protest of his neck, he watched the rise and fall of Lily's chest for a while. Peaceful in sleep, her mouth was slightly open. Her small hand was resting on his forearm, fingers curled around the limb protectively. Remus' senses had dulled, and he was grateful for it. He watched her like that for a while, her slight snore the only sound in the room, until his stomach began to clench from hunger. It gave a particularly loud grumble, and Lily sluggishly opened her eyes. Her only move was to wriggle closer to him, so he raised his aching arm and allowed her to nestle into his shoulder.
'Hey,' her voice was a rasp in her throat. He only squeezed her in response. They lay for a while longer, but another rumble in his belly shook Lily into action. She poured them both water from the
jug on the nightstand, and a second glass each. She dressed after a quiet conversation, leaving the room and returning shortly after with two steaming plates of food. Remus sat up gingerly, resting against the headboard to eat with his plate on his lap. After a time quietly eating, Lily spoke. 'How do you feel?'
'I've been hit by a truck, clearly.' Another silence stretched, and neither rushed to fill it. The finished their meals and sent the plates back to the kitchen.
'Where's James and Sirius?'
'Not sure, Sirius came back with us, I think James went home. He's still upset with me.' Remus folded her to his side again.
'He'll come around. What did you do last night?' Lily looked up at him. He hadn't remembered her being there.
'I was with you- Accidentally!' she tried to justify it, but Remus already looked appalled.
'Lily, what happened? I thought-' He shut his eyes and took a deep breath, his loud exclamation sapping his small amount of energy. She squeezed him tightly.
'I really didn't mean to be there. I went to pick up a bag I'd left at the shack, but when I came downstairs, you were already...'
'You saw my transformation?' She nodded against his chest.
'I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to see it.'
'I'm glad I did.'
'You shouldn't be. It was exceedingly dangerous. James and Sirius should have already been gone by then, why did they stay?'
'I came down the stairs and saw them. Nothing happened Remus, honestly.' She cringed a little at her white lie. It wasn't really a lie, she justified to herself. Nothing bad really happened.
'Did I- Was anyone else...'
'No, nothing really happened. We chased one boy from the woods before you noticed him.' Another white lie. Remus nodded again. She pointed her wand at the fireplace, stoking warmth from the hearth. Lily watched his face, she could see his brain turning over. She knew he'd speak eventually, so she waited and relished their quiet time alone. She traced he hard lines of his body with her gentle fingers and felt their breathing sync.
'Lily, I hope you know it's not that we didn't want you there. It is really a risk, every time. James and Sirius have been hurt before. It almost killed me when I found out what happened. I tried to get them to stop accompanying me.'
'Sirius told me, it's okay.' Remus nodded.
'How did you go, spending the night as an owl?' Lily's smile lit up her features, and he felt her warmth light a spark in his tired body.
'It's so... Exhilarating. Hard to describe. I can fly for hours, Remus, and I don't get sore or tired. I don't get very cold either. I can see for miles, and I can hear every tiny sound.' Remus smiled at her excitement.
'I'm so fast, I can dive from the air so quickly, it feels incredible.' She looked up to meet his fond gaze.
'I'm glad for you.'
They let the heat seep into their bones. Lily never stopped her fingers wandering. She traced the outlines of each rib she could reach, the v-shape of his hips, the line of light hair below his navel. Her feather-light fingertips found his sternum, his throat, his adams apple. They continued to ghost his jaw, his cheekbones, his lips. She shifted slowly to sit over his hips, careful not to lean her weight on him. She scraped her nails over his scalp, through his sensitive follicles. She traced the shell of his ear, moving down his neck to his too-visible collarbones. Watching her face, Remus had the sense she was trying to memorise his features. Despite his complete exhaustion, body and mind, his cock twitched under her. She paused a moment.
'Do you want me to stop?' He twitched his chin in the negative. She continued to explore the slim musculature of his shoulders, mapping each bone and muscle in turn. Goosebumps rose on his arms.
A flush crept its way up his chest to his neck, and Lily marvelled at it, being the most colour she'd seen in his features since they had plucked him from misery. His cock was now fully erect under her hips. She let her eyes and her fingers wander downwards, past his nipples, past his ribs to the waistband of his pants. It was the only item of clothing he wore. She bypassed the fabric, shuffling backwards, to lead a trail of sensitive flesh down his thighs. At his knees she circled his kneecaps, trailing her fingers down his shins. She pressed her thumbs into the arch of a foot, and Remus sighed gratefully. Taking her time she massaged both feet, kneading and pressing firmly into his heels, the balls of his feet, and his toes.
Eventually she crawled back up his legs and eyed the significant bulge in his pants.
'Do you want me to..' Remus nodded again. Using his limited strength, he lifted his hips and she worked his pants down his legs. He collapsed back to the bed, propping his head against the headboard. Her hands massaged his thighs, mapping out each sensitive spot that made his cock twitch. She licked her lips and finally worked her way in to his groin. She settled between his legs on her elbows and joined her tongue to her ministrations. Remus' eyes closed; he allowed himself to do nothing but feel, hands lying still at his sides. Lily grasped the base of his cock, her small hand did not reach more than two-thirds the way around. As gently as she could, she stoked up to the head, fingers finally closing at the tip. She stroked back down and Remus made a low sound in his throat. Keeping her hand moving, she licked his glans and swirled her tongue around the head.
Propped up on her elbows, she brought her other hand to cup and massage his balls. Finally opening her mouth wide she fit his cock between her lips, not sucking, only enveloping him. Her tongue continued to swirl and stroke and her hand moved faster, but still lightly. Remus did not think of his aching body, and forgot his headache altogether. He focussed on her warm hands and her hot mouth. Lily did not pick up her pace, instead maintaining a steady rhythm so as not to jostle him. She pressed forwards, taking as much of him in her mouth as she could. His girth immense, she swallowed but could only move halfway down at best. She remained focussed on the tip. Her wicked tongue found his frenulum and played it like a harp. She eased off when his hips twitched, hands moving all the while. Remus eventually felt hot coals ignite low in his belly.
Her steady rhythm eventually had him breathe her name. One of his hands came to rest on her head, not pushing or gripping, only resting. Lily hollowed her cheeks slightly and pressed more firmly on his shaft and balls. Remus took shallow breaths, and his belly tensed, Lily's only warning before he filled her mouth. She stroked and sucked him through his orgasm. It didn't hit him like a truck, instead washing over him like a summer storm. His hand on the bed formed a fist, and he watched the stars pass him by on the backs of his eyelids. He felt a final lave of her tongue as she found an errant drop of his come. She released him, and coming to lie beside him finally, pulled the blankets over both of them. Remus eventually pushed himself down from the headboard, and let his head rest on the pillow.
Head propped on her hand, Lily watched him fall asleep again. She traced small circles on his shoulder while his breathing slowed and shallowed. In the quiet, Lily heard the rain start over the crackling of the fire. She watched him for half an hour, content to reassure herself he was finally safe among people who loved him. There was a tap of a wand on the door, which opened slowly.
Looking over her shoulder she watched as Sirius removed his shoes. She rose carefully to hug them both. Sirius took off his coat and trousers, slipping under the covers to lie with Remus. Lily indicated downstairs, grabbing her own coat. James took her hand and they left, as quietly as the boys had come.
Deciding the pub was too loud, James took his girlfriend to Red Velvet. He waved at his boss, and they occupied a booth tucked away in the corner. James brought over a jug of water and two small whiskey glasses, golden liquid shining inside. Lily wrinkled her nose.
'You want to drink whiskey?'
'Trust me, this isn't firewhiskey. You'll enjoy it.' She raised the glass to her lips and sipped. The taste washed over her tongue and the burn that came was not like fire, but like the warmth of a campfire. James smiled at her.
'It's good.' They both sipped for a while, unsure how to start a conversation. The last words Lily had spoken to him properly were said in anger, and their last conversation had been urgent, and contained a broken promise. James sighed and broke the silence.
'I'm sorry I spoke to you like you were a child. I'm sorry I called you stupid. I'm sorry I didn't explain why I didn't want you to come.' Lily nodded, looking into his deep brown eyes in the dim light of the bar.
'I'm sorry I got so angry. I didn't know about... About last time. Sirius told me. I shouldn't have got so angry at you. I let my temper get away from me.' She took a deep breath, and a sip of her drink, 'I thought I knew what to expect, I really did but... You were right, James. I didn't understand, and you were right. I was scared.' James reached for her hand and held it over the table.
'Sirius and I, we do it because we love Remus, and we don't want to see him hurt. But I promise, neither of us wants to any more than you do. Seeing Moony go through that kills me every time.' He shut his eyes. 'I'd never let him do it alone again though. He told me once about before he came to Hogwarts. His father would take him in to the woods and lock him in a cage, leave him there overnight.' Lily's eyes welled up, but her thoughts were fury and fire.
'What the fuck.'
'I know. When Remus came to Hogwarts, Dumbledore locked him inside the shrieking shack so he couldn't wander the woods. Better than a cage, I s'pose, but not by much. When Sirius and I finally... Changed, we would remove the charms and replace them in the morning, so we could run through the night. I'm sure Dumbledore knew, but he never said anything.' Lily smiled at their audacity.
'When I saw Remus snap at you, I nearly lost it. I swear my heart stopped. I was angry because I was fucking terrified. For you, but as well as that, if anything happened, and Remus found out it was his fault-' Another deep breath, 'He wouldn't cope, Lily. Honestly he wouldn't. He fucking loves you. I love you.'
'I love you both, and Sirius. I get it now. I promise I'll be careful, every time.' James nodded. He tipped water into their empty glasses, and she followed his lead, swirling it before downing it. He went to fetch them another drink. Lily's thoughts wondered to Lyall Lupin, still furious. She imagined Remus lying cold and alone in the woods, trapped in a cage and thought she might vomit. Even the shack, large as it was, would have been a prison. She vowed to never see him contained again.
James returned with another small glass for her. This time a smoky aftertaste lingered in her throat. They spoke about the future for a time. James had to complete his auror application, and Sirius would join him in the endeavour tomorrow. Lily intended to wander Diagon Alley in search of a job.
'Although I suppose I could go right to the potion-seller with my marks tomorrow, see if I can join on as an apprentice.' James gave her encouraging words. It was getting late, but they sipped their third and fourth drinks, becoming steadily more tipsy. Lily had never been drunk on fine whiskey before, and her head started to swirl with memories of Remus' magnificent cock. A short silence settled between them, and Lily looked up at James with a sparkle in her eye.
'I sucked Moony's cock, before you two got back.' James' eyes snapped to her face, his own flushed with the heat of the bar, and his tipsy state.
'What?' She nodded and swirled her glass nonchalantly.
'I ran my hands over his whole body, and eventually he let me suck his cock.' James' brain scrambled to keep up, her filthy words made their way directly to his groin. He momentarily thought about how tired Remus was, but trusted Lily to be gentle.
'Yeah?' he breathed. She nodded again.
'I played with his bollocks and stroked him until he came in my mouth, James. I swallowed it all.' Her boldness would have shocked him, but he was hanging off her words like a starving man watching a meal prepared.
'You should have seen him. He's so pretty when he's fucked out.' James watched her mouth, imagining her pretty pink lips stretched around Moony's girth. He could see it in his mind, clear as day. He felt a foot at his knee and felt it knead it's way up his leg. He hardly managed to breathe. 'We should go.'
The last gulp of his whiskey didn't seem to have noticeable flavour, or he wasn't paying attention. They walked hand in hand past the bar, James nodded at his boss, and they emerged into the night. Diagon Alley itself was quiet, the shops closed. One or two cafes were open late, a few patrons reading or writing in each. Lily pulled him into a gap between two buildings, barely wide enough for both of them. She had hardly turned when James crashed his lips to hers. Their teeth clashed and she smiled into his mouth, her hands already wandering under his t-shirt. The taste of whiskey and rye mingled from both of them, but James had the presence of mind to pull back.
'We should go-'
'We can't go back to the room.'
'We can go back to my place.'
'I'm not going to let you fuck me in your parents house.'
'I can't fuck you here.' Lily pointed her wand at the end of the alley and squinted. She cast several charms for silence and concealment, and James was impressed at her focus with so much alcohol in her veins. She leaned back against the wall and pulled him close. She kissed him again, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth. Eventually he forgot his anxiety, wrapped up in the erotic notion of fucking in a public space. One of her legs lifted, and he supported it with a hand on the back of her soft thigh. She threw her arms around his shoulders.
The kiss was clumsy, their tongues didn't dance so much as stumble, but neither of them cared. James' other hand was braced on the wall. He watched her lick two of her fingers, and reach under her short skirt, tip her head back, and hum quietly. Eventually she brought her fingers to his lips. He opened his mouth and sucked them thoroughly, her arousal tart and smooth at once on his tongue. Her eyes were clouded with want, and they wasted no time. She fumbled at the fastenings of his trousers, exposing his cock to the cool spring night, before working her underpants down her legs. She stuffed them into his jacket pocket. Her arms snaked around his shoulders again, and she jumped into his waiting arms. James caught her easily and slammed her against the wall, desperate to be as close as possible. She huffed at the impact and bit his lip. James' eyes rolled back into his head.
With a little difficulty, James and Lily managed to line themselves up. Without prelude, he fucked into her. Her folds were impossibly wet, and overwhelmingly hot. He lost himself then, crushing her against the wooden wall of the building to fuck her hard and fast. He heard her moan into his mouth, a waft of whiskey flavoured breath. They didn't work up to his furious pace, both too desperate to be tender. Their closeness let him press against her vulva with every thrust, and she felt the pressure in her clit. She bit his lip again, if only to stifle her cry, but James was spurred on, the sharp not-quite-pain another feeling through his overwrought brain. Lily's arms started to shudder around his shoulders, and he bent his knees to change the angle of his pelvis. Lily whimpered and pressed their foreheads together.
'Fuck, James. I'm going to come.'
'Come, Lily, fuck. Come on my cock.' They breathed each others' breath while Lily's whole body shuddered. He felt her muscles pulse around his cock, but continued without slowing. Before long he stilled as well . Arms shaking from the effort of holding her up, knees shaking from his orgasm, James cried out into her mouth. His fingers gripped her bare arsecheeks with bruising strength, and he finally drew in another breath. Lily's feet hit the ground again, half dropped on James' part. They separated slightly. He tucked his cock back into his pants and fastened his trousers. Lily smoothed her skirt over her thighs. They knew better than to stay and cuddle in the dark alley. Removing her charms, Lily checked the cobbled street before they ever-so-casually made their way back to the Couldron. A wizard in a cafe watched them go, shaking his head and remembering his teenage years. Sirius looked up from bed when they arrived, and quirked an eyebrow when Lily undressed, underpants missing. James grinned at him. The two of them collapsed into bed and Remus stirred. He registered the three other bodies pressed close, and immediately shut his eyes again, content.
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The morning came, and the first clear day of the summer dawned bright, even through the closed curtains. The magically enlarged bed had four warm bodies, all pressed close enough that they would have fit on a regular king-size bed. Remus didn't open his eyes, knowing by instinct that it was Sirius behind him, one arm resting on his waist, the other tucked under his neck. He breathed in the scent of Lily, facing him and curled into his chest, head tucked under his chin and hair tickling his nose. A warm hand held his own over the top of her, and Remus felt James' calloused palm. Remus' body was still sore, but manageable. His headache was likely from over-sleeping, but it would go with hydration, he knew. Lily sighed against him, the warm puff of air at his sternum seemed to seep directly in to his heart, he didn't think it could get any more full.
His bladder screamed at him, and Remus furrowed his eyebrows at the thought of moving. Sirius tightened his arm around his waist and pressed closer, but Remus was becoming desperate. Ever so slowly, he eased his arm from under Lily, his hand from James', and his body from Sirius. None of them woke immediately, but Sirius grunted in protest as he was climbed over. Remus kissed his cheek reassuringly, and watched the other boy shuffle toward Lily, enveloping her again. Jostled a second time, she woke, blinking hard against her hangover. Remus hurried to relieve himself, and returned to see Lily also out of bed, and stepping into a hot bath. She beckoned him over to join her, not wanting to speak and wake James or Sirius, who now held each other under the covers.
Lily stepped into the steaming, fragrant water carefully. Her head was pounding from her whiskey- induced illness, but the water soothed her tight muscles. Remus slipped in behind her, and she leaned back against his chest, letting out a deep, content inhale. The taller boy closed his eyes again, gently trailing his fingers over the soft skin of her stomach. They allowed themselves to soak for a long while, taking in the quiet sound of the other boys' breathing. The water would not become cold. Eventually, Remus leaned his head forward to whisper in her ear.
'I think I owe you a favour, from yesterday.' Lily made no response. They sat in the tub, facing the bed, and Remus let his other hand wander between her legs. He stroked the soft hair there, made softer by the water. He spread his fingers over her belly with the other, and leaned further to run his tongue over the shell of her ear. She kept her breathing steady, and he moved slowly, so as not to disturb the water.
His long, deft fingers glided through the folds of her vulva. Lily bent her knees to give him better access, her own hands coming to rest on his forearms. He knew, by now, the exact feeling of her clit, and had no trouble finding it. He ran circles around it at a leisurely pace, and felt her relax further against his chest. He closed his eyes again while he pressed kisses in the sensitive hollow
behind her ear. He could feel her breathing via his hand on her stomach, and his whole body seemed attuned to her needs. Each time she shifted her hips, he would speed up the motions of his fingers, or slow down.
Lily let out a small sound involuntarily, and James' eyes flew open. He squinted at Sirius' face, watching him. Sirius put a finger on his lips and pointed at the foot of the bed. The fireplace was hidden behind the large conjured tub, and though he couldn't see their hands, James could tell exactly what Remus and Lily were doing. James shifted closer, tucking himself against Sirius' side, and they watched their two lovers, eyes shut in pleasure. Eventually the flush in Lily's cheeks became a vivid pink, and gripping Remus' forearms she rolled her hips with her orgasm. A low moan echoed in the quiet room, and some water sloshed over the side of the tub. Remus opened his eyes and met Sirius' on the bed. He grinned wolfishly, fingers being pulled away by Lily's small hands. She let her head fall back against his shoulder, breathing deeply and allowing her afterglow to wash over her in waves. He kept stroking her belly.
Lily blinked her eyes open to find James and Sirius watching. She blushed again, but Remus wrapped his arms around her chest reassuringly. James grinned at her, and Sirius spoke.
'You two've made up then?' Lily nodded, and Sirius conjured them all glasses of water after hearing his own gravelly voice.
'I thought so, since someone came home without knickers on.' Lily felt Remus' laugh rumble through his chest and it warmed her.
'I think that's the first time I've heard you laugh since we left Hogwarts, Moony.' noted James, pleased.
'Yes well, I've had a lot going on.' Remus smiled, 'What are we doing today?' James groaned and let his head fall back onto the pillow.
'I need more sleep.'
'You always need more sleep.' Sirius prodded him hard in the ribs and James let out a yelp. Lily and Remus laughed again.
'I s'pose I need a job, if we're going to pay for this room.' James and Sirius shared a look.
'Let's get dressed, James has something to show you.'
Remus and Lily dried off and dressed with the other two. Old habits die hard, and Sirius used Lily's wet towel to whip James, the wet tip leaving an angry, red triangle on his hip. The other three roared in laughter while James desperately tried to wrestle the towel from Sirius. He had the unfortunate handicap of his trousers around his ankles, and soon fell to the ground when Sirius released his grip. James couldn't keep their mirth from infecting him, and shortly the four of them were chatting excitedly and laughing down the stairs.
'We're going to Moony's house.' James apparated before anyone could question. Appearing on the porch, Remus cringed slightly at the unkempt front yard. Lily held his hand tightly, concerned eyes always on him. She need not have been, for when the front door opened Remus lost his frown in favour of shock. He took in the bright, dustless carpets and surfaces. The windows had been cleaned of their grime, and the curtains no longer looked like homes for moths. The wooden furniture looked to have been polished, the upholstery no longer contained reminants of their occupants from a decade ago. Lily looked around in awe.
'Who did this? Must've taken them ages!'
'I did, I-'
'You did not, you pratt, Chicker did most of it.'
'I helped.' Remus sat down on a couch, and looked around. He thought for a moment, before opening his mouth to speak.
'We could live here, you know.' James beamed at him.
'What, the four of us?'
'No one else is living here. My father won't be back. We wouldn't have to pay. There's a library.'
Lily's eyes lit up.
'A library?'
'And a potions room downstairs. We could each have our own rooms.' They all sat on the couch now, thighs pressed together. They watched the wind in the trees from the window.
'Are you sure you want to be here, Moony?'
Remus thought for another few moments. He considered that he likely wouldn't be able to contribute to rent money for a while. He considered the very few happy memories in the halls. 'I think we should redecorate, but yes. If the rest of you are here, I want to be here.'
So it was decided.
