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Sirius doesn't fumble with the key.
Lily notices this as she focuses on staying upright behind him.
He slides the key right in and turns it like it's the easiest thing in the world.
And it might be. Normally. But she's drunk and he's drunk and—
Well, it's not the easiest thing to unlock your apartment door when you're drunk.
Sirius pushes the door open with one hand, snakes the other around her waist and pulls her to him.
"Come on."
They stumble into the apartment and Lily feels some of the alcohol ebbing away as she scans the dark living room, the closed bedroom doors, the empty kitchen.
"Don't worry." Sirius whispers, pressing her against the wall as he peels her coat off her shoulders, his lips on her neck. "He's not here."
She briefly questions that.
Why isn't James here at 2 am? Where else would he be? Who is he with? Why does Sirius know where he is and isn't? How does Sirius know where he is and isn't?
The questions pile up inside her until Sirius works his way down from her neck. His fingers gently cupping her breast, sliding it out of the low-cut top and useless lace bra she'd worn.
His lips suction around one of her nipples and just like that—
The questions disappear.
In fact—
All thoughts disappear.
Lily can think of nothing, feel nothing, do nothing, other than writh against the wall as Sirius' tongue does something to her nipple that no tongue has ever done before.
"Full of surprises," Sirius whispers moving back up, kissing her on the lips.
And Lily clings to him. Her legs suddenly going limp.
Fuck, she knows she's drunk, but she's not that drunk.
Sirius laughs. Shoring her up against him. She can feel the rock-hard abs under his t-shirt.
Fuck.
"Come on, I'll show you my room this time." He laughs.
His room. Instead of James'. Lily gets the joke. She's just not sure she finds it funny.
But Sirius' hand is in hers. And it feels strong and warm and comforting and safe and good and—
She overlooks the joke and lets him show her to the one room in the apartment she hasn't seen.
His bedroom.
They stumble past James' closed door.
And Sirius pushed open his door.
It's very different than the earthy, warm, masculine neutrals of James' room. The chocolate leather wingback chair she's liked so much. The soft beige bedsheets. The warm tan of the walls.
Sirius' room is outfitted in matte black and a deep, dark, forest green.
Where James' room reflected light and basked in the afternoon sun and was filled with mindless, cute, clutter...Sirius' room is like some luxurious minimal Scandinavian cave.
For a moment, Lily is a little too shocked by the differences. She just stands there. Staring.
But then Sirius peels his shirt off and she has something else entirely to stare at.
"Oh wow." The words come out all on their own. And she doesn't even regret them.
Sirius' chest deserves an 'oh wow'.
His pale skin, his black tattoos, his toned muscles, his fucking washboard abs.
Lily's only seen men like this in glossy magazines.
And now he's coming toward her—
"Oh god." She takes a step back.
Feels the soft velvet of his bed press against the back of her thighs and—
Falls backward.
Right onto his bed.
"Oh Jesus." She gasps. As he runs his hands slowly up her bare thighs. Why in the world did she think it was a good idea to wear a skirt tonight? "Oh fuck."
Lily moans.
As Sirius spreads her legs.
His fingers inch higher and higher.
And Lily feels like her skin is on fucking fire.
Gentle. A whisper of a touch. Taunting. Teasing.
Higher and higher.
He pushes her skirt up. A finger hooking inside her underwear.
A black lace thong.
A slight tug. And then—
She feels the skimpy material sliding down her legs.
"Sexy." Sirius says, his eyes smiling up at her, her thong dangling from his fingers.
And then he drops it.
To the floor.
Kneeling down. Between her legs.
And his fingers returning to—
"Fuck." Lily gasps. As he touches her.
She's wet. She can feel it. It's like a fucking tsunami down there.
His fingers push gently against her clit, press softly, dance lower, and dive inside her.
"Fuck." Her back arches and she squirms as Sirius steadies her.
She looks down at him. Just in time to watch him bring his glistening fingers to his lips. And lick them.
He winks at her.
And then jumps right back in.
This time, his tongue taking over.
And Lily feels her eyes roll back into her fucking head.
"Oh Jesus, Mary, and Joseph."
"I knew you were a good catholic girl." Sirius laughs from the edge of the bed but Lily can't even formulate a reply because he's licking butterflies across her clit in a smooth, practiced, perfected way.
Just the right amount of pressure, just the right speed, just the right direction—
It's all just right.
And she didn't even have to say a single thing. Give a single direction. Move him a single centimeter.
He just knew.
And oh my fucking god—
The pressure is building.
Hot and tingly. Rooted in the low pit of her stomach.
Building. Building. Building up—
Her entire body convulses as the first wave of an orgasm explodes through her.
Her stomach clenches, her eyes squeeze shut, her nails dig into her palms, her toes fucking curl as it rolls through her.
And then—
And fucking then—
Sirius' tongue darts out again.
Pressing against her clit.
And she almost screams.
As a second wave of pleasure hits.
And then the third. Forth. Fifth—
One right after the fucking other.
Every fucking muscle is tensed. Every fucking nerve ending bursting. Every fucking inch of skin on fire. Every fucking neuron in her brain is living.
Her fingers curl into fists, clutching his bedsheets like her life depends on it and it takes everything she fucking has to hold it together.
And then—
And fucking then—
He does it again.
That tongue of his.
Playing her clit like he's in the fucking New York Philharmonic.
And Lily screams.
Her entire body shuddering. Shaking.
As she cums.
And cums.
And cums.
Over and over and over again.
All. Night. Long.
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