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Sweat
Sweat dripping down my forehead while Sirius pushed into me again and again. Thrusting deeper and deeper inside me. Pushing me harder and harder against the wall. Never letting me fall, never stopping. The rhythmic movements of his cock making me want to scream. His hand over my mouth to keep me from screaming. I bite down hard on his fingers as we both come. We collapse in a heap on the floor, both trying to catch our breath. Both covered in sweat.
Streets
"Jamie!" Sirius ran into our bedroom at one o'clock, scaring the hell out of me.
"What?"
"Put on shoes and a jacket and come outside with me!"
"What? Why?"
"Please, where's you spontaneity?"
"I'm coming, I'm coming." I quickly put on my shoes and coat and ran to catch up to Sirius who was already out the door.
He pulled me close to him, hugging me.
"Sirius, what the hell are we doing?"
"We're lying in the middle of the street, in the first snow of the season."
And we did. We were in the middle of the street, lying on our backs, our hands entwined, staring up at the changing traffic lights.