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Here's some prongsfoot first kisses
But when James paints into his skin there is no pain. It's pleasure. It's love. Sweet, like strawberries with pixie dust.
Time and space blurr, while James sits above him, marking Sirius as his.
It may be a dream, born from some hidden desire, when Sirius feels lips connecting with his own.
Sirius opens his eyes, face to face with James. Both sigh at the same time. And then Sirius closes the hair width of a span between their lips again. And they're kissing.
Sirius steps up behind James, and pulls him into his arms. James can smell him now. His arms are wiry but strong. James leans back against him. Breathes into his hands. He can feel the soft warm breath of Sirius against his shoulder. They stay like this, breathing together for what feels like forever. James feeds the moment to the moon, to never forget it.
At some point, he turns around. Sirius' beautiful grey eyes reflect the moonlight, and James swallows hard. His heart is beating in his throat. A steady rhythm, leading him forwards. To offer, to claim.
Sirius' lips are firm, and soft, full against James' own. They move together in chaotic harmony, James loses himself in the sensation. His arms find the slim line of Sirius' waist, and feels himself getting hard when Sirius' breathing quickens. They press closer together. Closer. James gets to feel up the straight line of Sirius' back, feels the knobs of his spine, the soft arches of his chest. Sirius' long fingers find their way into James' hair, and now it's on him to moan at the feeling. Desire rages through James, setting all his nerve endings on fire.
Sirius' hot mouth kisses down to James' throat, while James walks them towards the bed. He sucks, he licks, and James gets to feel the shape of his teeth against his skin. Sirius reaches down, blindly opens James' fly. The pressure is gone only for a beat, before Sirius' hand cups him. His broad palm hot, and dry even through the fabric of James' pants.
The finger that formerly had been on the tip of Sirius' nose, rests on Sirius' lips.
James' eyes are alight, golden, as if lit from the inside out.
And Sirius is burning, burning, hoping it will never stop.
Sirius' head is moving with the quickening breath of James.
James puts a little more pressure on his finger.
And with all the courage, or none at all, Sirius presses the lightest of kisses to James' fingerpad.
Sirius and James are burning, their connection tearing into the fabric of the universe.
And Sirius knows, whatever kind of loss the comet may bring, this moment alone will have made it worth it.
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