EastWind Writes

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I really couldn’t not try my hand at this after they finally got there!

inspired by @goldenlionprince’s In the Woods Somewhere!

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Prongsfoot: sleepy kiss and/or accidental kiss!

So... this might have taken me nearly a year to get to for no reason other than life got busy and I did not look at my inbox for ages. I hope this was even remotely worth the wait!

This also will be my Spart (march 31st) @dailyprongsfoot contribution

By the time that Sirius blinked himself back into the moment, the roaring fire had died down to a soft crackle, embers all that remainder of the intricate construction Peter had made them build at the start of the evening. This was how they learned that his uncle was something called a ‘prepper’ and had taken the extended Pettigrew-Wójcik family on survival trips ‘just in case’.

It had been during one of the stories about said camping trips that Sirius had found himself enthralled by the way the fire danced along the darkening sky. He remembered thinking that he could watch it for hours, never imagining that he actually would.

Something heavy against his shoulder was what pulled Sirius back into the here and his, now dry eyes, flickered around between blinks to make sense of his surroundings and the tranquil stiffness of his body. It felt like he was moving against water, an invisible force that kept him grounded. “I think I should go to bed,” he admitted through the cottony fog in his mind. Almost like proving a point, he yawned, wide and unbothered—he felt too tired to be polite and cover his mouth.

Despite his statement, he made no move to get up yet. Instead, he wrapped an arm around James at his side and turned to kiss the top of his head. “Sorry, I must have been horrid company,” he apologized, his nose buried in his smokey curls, only the faintest hint of James’ Juniper and Eucalyptus shampoo still lingering. It was soothing, intoxicating even, and the way it tickled his nose made his lips curled up into a lazy smile.

“Come to bed with me?” Sirius asked, unthinking, after a moment or a minute—he couldn’t really tell how long this infinitely perfect moment lasted. “No funny business though, I am knackered.”

James laughed at this and he joined in. “Never thought the day would come that Sirius Night Owl Black would suggest going to sleep before me,” he teased, and Sirius could feel him press into his side, their thighs pressing together before they separated.

He missed the warmth of James’ body beside his own, but he didn’t complain; it was excellent motivation to get his feet with the help of the hand that James extended him. Sirius did not complain about the way he stumbled into his chest either.

In the glow of the dying fire, James looked like a bronze statue, and Sirius found himself leaning in, their fingers lacing together. He tilted his head to meet James’ eyes, the golden hazel dancing dangerously awake. A groan built in the back of Sirius’ throat at the sight of this, and noses brushed while his eyes fluttered closed; he would start the funny business himself if he kept looking.

“Reconsidering your statement?” James asked, their dry lips brushing together, catching for a moment.

Sirius knew better than to question how James knew, but rather than indulging the teasing, he swallowed the space between them for a proper, slow, goodnight kiss. “Always, but maybe save it for breakfast?”

“Yeah, I like my breakfast with extra protein,” James replied, and Sirius tipped his head back in exasperation at the statement. Evidently, James took this as an invitation to lavish his throat with soft kisses and only stopped when Sirius pushed weakly at his shoulder. “Right, right, breakfast?”

“Breakfast,” Sirius agreed with a sleepy smile, and he wasn’t sure what he was more excited for:

Curling up next to James or the prospect of waking up.

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Another day, another attempt at writing! One of my favourite tropes is pillow talk for day 5 of @prongsfootweekarchive and prompt Hands (march 15) for @dailyprongsfoot

This scene takes place in an established universe (which is currently under construction) but can totally be read separately.

James’ chest was still heaving, pulling in strong but shallow breaths even with him draped on top of him, and Sirius couldn’t help but chuckle tiredly at the thought which crossed his mind in that moment. He couldn’t be bothered to voice it now though, too comfortable laying there, his cheek stuck to James’ sweaty chest as they both caught their breaths. Maybe a little after as well, he would languish here as long as James—his boyfriend—would let him.

It had taken them long enough to get here, after all. If he could only talk to then-Sirius he could have shaken some sense into James before. Or perhaps himself; he’d been there too, but then-Sirius had thought that the inside jokes about blowing your best friend had been just that. Jokes. He had thought that it had been clear that they were together.

Sirius let his eyes flutter closed while James’ hand tangled in his hair, the pads of his fingers methodically massaged his scalp in the way he liked. He always seemed to find the right spots; how was he supposed to stay silent? The moan was soft and sated and fell from lazily smiling lips.

If they could have, he would have stayed there, just like this, all night, but the Astronomy tower was not ideal. Sure, it was private for now, but it was also the place prefects checked first once curfew rolled around. They’d probably have to move soon.

“I could listen to that sound all day,” James said with a raspy voice, unmistakably thick with desire. If the voice had not given it away, his hands—calloused from countless Quidditch hours—caressed the curve of his back before coming to a rest on the slight slope of his arse where they continued their massage, would have. “Not too tired for another round then?” he teased, and heat pooled in Sirius’s stomach.

He turned his face into James’ chest, his nose pressed into him as he inhaled deeply. “Don’t tempt me,” he groaned just as he gave into the temptation of tasting James’ skin. His tongue trailed upward, tasting the salt before his mouth closed around a nipple and pinched the soft, pink nub between his teeth. The sound that filled the rapidly chilling evening air was worth every single second of soreness he would endure if he decided to indulge.

“Consider yourself tempted,” James rasped and gave his arse a long, hard squeeze. “I want to make liberal use of the fact that I now had a boyfriend.”

“You know you’ve had one for a while now, right?” Sirius countered with his mouth still full. His tongue pointed as he traced circles around James’ nipple—a slow and deliberate attempt at driving him insane. It felt like appropriate vengeance for not being considered a ‘boyfriend’ despite countless clear signs and some very hard (well, currently getting there) evidence that should have made their status abundantly clear.

James’ chuckle rumbled through them both, the sound vibrating through Sirius like the purr of an engine; his stomach twisting with desire. “If only I could go back and tell myself that, we wouldn’t have to make up for lost time,” he remarked, and with one powerful pull of his arm, pulled Sirius on top of him.

“If only,” Sirius agreed, the corners of his lips curling into a smile that he instantly smothered against James’ lips.

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So, I am trying to get back into writing and fate decided to take me here and give us an entry for day 24 of @dailyprongsfoot and day 4 of @prongsfootweekarchive

“Do you ever wonder what would happen if you just walked into the lake and did not stop walking?” The question hand between the friends, uncomfortable and dark in the fresh, late-spring air. It was too heavy for the warm breeze, promising an endless summer and countless adventures, to blow away and cast a long, gloomy shadow over their plans and end of the year promises.

James pushed himself up from where he had been laying in the grass, one elbow crushing a fluffless dandelion, his torso twisting to look at him. “Not particularly,” he snorted, the amiable smile fading into slitted eyes and a thoughtful tightness around his lips. His hazel eyes honed in on him in a way not dissimilar to trying to spot a snitch from across the pitch. When it seemed that he had found what he was looking for, he moved to sit up, legs crossed under him, mismatched socks—one red and gold (his lucky pair), the other shorter and once black before countless washes. “So, what do you think would happen?”

It never failed to make Sirius feel something complicated when James would literally drop whatever he was going to indulge whatever topic he brought up. It didn’t seem to matter how pointless, ridiculous, and esoteric it was. No matter how engrossed James was in the activity before the topic had been presented became virtually irrelevant.

He wondered idly if perhaps they somehow ended up with the wrong Patronus. Perhaps it would have been more fitting for him to get the prideful stag and James the loyal dog.

“Little grim,” Peter remarked as he flopped himself onto his stomach to mingle him into the conversation, which made something ugly stir inside of Sirius. He pushed it down by counting the stray blades of grass which stuck to Peter’s bare back. Which did not go unnoticed by Peter, who wriggled his arse while his poor poker face tried to conceal the grin while he shot him a supposedly sultry wink. “Go on, you can stare while you talk, right?”

Sirius shuddered, more dramatically than he needed to, and tossed a handful of grass into Peter’s face. “Piss off, Wormtail,” he huffed as he pulled a knee up to his chest, chin resting on his folded hands. “Just wondering what would get you first, you know,” he said, trying to sound dismissive despite the genuine curiosity.

The gloom lifted when Remus ‘accidentally’ kicked Peter’s elbow, which made his head slip and nearly crash into the grass. “In this hypothetical situation are we walking along the bottom or swimming?” he asked for clarification and tucked a scrap of parchment into his book in lieu of a bookmark.

Sirius couldn’t help but notice that it had several worn-out creases and somewhere in the back of his mind he made a note of sneaking a glance whose note he was using. Maybe it would peel back another layer of their most private friend. He was also incredibly incurably curious, but that was second to his concern.

What he was concerned about, he wasn’t entirely sure.

“Er, I suppose we’re walking along the bottom.” His eyes locked on the glimmering late just beyond Remus’ meticulously combed hair that was slowly coming undone after a long day of pretending that the impending moon wasn’t making his body ache. He could see it in the stiff, jerky movements after stillness and the way his shoulders curled inward ever so slightly more than normal.

He imagined the sunlight fading into a soft, verdant glow and the peaceful silence under the water, a uncanny serenity that was both something he deeply longed for and something that he knew he ought to fear yet didn’t. It sounded peaceful in a way his restless self couldn’t never be.

It was James’ shoulder bumping into his, sending him swaying sideways for a moment that pulled him from his thoughts before he could let them wander too far into the darkness. Just the slightest nudge had pulled him back to the here and into sunlight and the mock-serious expressions of his friends.

“I think the Kelpies,” Remus answered with a thoughtful hum and a determined nod.

Peter’s face twisted and scrunched up in confusion. “Please, the Giant Squid would get you first,” he countered and pushed at Remus’ ankle as his foot dangled a little too close to his elbow again. “Besides, we don’t even know if there are Kelpies in the lake.”

“Of course there are Kelpies! Merfolk too,” Remus argued in return and folded one leg under the other as he rolled his shoulders back with a strange clicking sound he’d never heard anyone else produce; it was fascinating in a concerned way—a morbid sort of fascination with his friends pathology.

James hummed, and it made him realize just how close they were as he felt the sound vibrate through where they were connected at the elbow, the hand resting casually on his knee. “I reckon she is nice.”

“Who?” Peter asked, and crossed and uncrossed his legs at the ankles, unable to stay still. Sirius was willing to bet that the grass was tickling his torso, and he was trying to not say something weird. He bearely finished the thought when Peter pushed himself up to sit, frantically wiping at his chest. “Fecking grass tickling my nipples.”

None of them managed to hold in their laughter for long. A suppressed snort from Remus broke them all, including Peter who laughed with them.

“You know,” Remus managed to choke out between laughs, holding his ribs tight, “I admire you.”

“You should,” Peter told him proudly, tilting his chin up to look at the slightly taller friend, a challenge.

Remus seemed happy enough to take the challenge and laughed. “Yeah, for telling all of us that you would like to shag the lawn?” he asked dryly with a deadpan expression that no one quite pulled off as well as Remus did.

James leaned closer and he gravitated towards him, their heads leaning against each other as they watched the incredible display of teenage manhood go down and quickly devolve from funny japes to Remus trying to wrestle Peter to the ground, both of them laughing and clumsily pushing and pulling at each other. The highlight definitely being when Remus managed to grab and twist one of Peter’s grass-tickled nipples and James’ laugh tickled his ear.

When their laughs died down, soft words spoken from just behind his ear made Sirius’ stomach do daring flips. “I know what would find you first,” he said, his tone gentle but serious; he really meant these words. Sirius knew that he did not have to say anything, that James would tell him so placed his hand over James’ and squeezed it to let him know he was listening. ”Me. I would be there before you could go under.” The words felt substantial, like magic, a promise that bound them together even further, solidifying their already irreversibly tangled fates.

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Today we are thinking about platonic blowjobs

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Today we wrote about platonic blowjobs.

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Okay, so maybe one more of those platonic blowjobs...

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We ground to a halt with the platonic blowjobs.

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thinking about thighs and steamy baths, platonically, of course.