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Breathe
"Breathe" Sirius told me. I hadn't even realized I wasn't breathing. "I won't do this if you don't want me to" he told me.
"I know" I replied.
"I don't want you to feel like I'm forcing you to"
"I want you to, I love you, Sirius"
"I love you too, James" He very gently pushed into me. It hurt, but after just a little while it felt good. Both of our breathing got heavier. It was amazing. I'd never felt anything so good. By the time he pulled out of me, I could hardly breathe.
Blood
It's not that I want to hurt him. It's just that the sight of his body above mine… well, if you had Sirius Black above you what would you do? The way he can pleasure me… well, it's hard not to scream. But when we can't be loud, at school or in my bed at home (my parents would kill themselves and me if they knew) I bite. There are normally bruises around his neck, from me sucking on his neck. After I orgasm and bite, I watch the blood gather on his skin. He promises it doesn't hurt and I lick it off. That sharp contrast between his white skin and his red blood… it's the small color in the darkness of our lives.
