Prongsfoot First Kisses 💋👨🏻❤️💋🧑🏽
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"Because I love you," whispers Sirius brokenly, and James' chest jumps against his own, his mouth parting. "You were happy and that mattered more than any of it. You've given me so much. You gave me everything from the very beginning, and I thought…I thought that the least I could give you was that." Sirius sucks in a breath, expanding his lungs, and James exhales in the same moment, their bodies syncing so easily, just as they always have. "You've never even kissed me. How was I meant to know or think anything differently when the only time you were willing to do it was when it mattered the least?"
It's like magic, the way those words work, a spell breathed into the still air, a combination just right, dismantled from the outside in, restructured until it's made better, until every part is understood and twined perfectly together. James' hands leave Sirius', leave his belt and his waist, slipping around his back and pushing up up up, fingers finding his hair, tangling with it, soft, gentle pads against his scalp, warm to the touch, a little calloused at their sides, entirely spectacular.
They leave Sirius dizzy, but the mouth against his own is worse because it's so much better. Breath stealing and calamitous, planetary, cosmic, a harbinger of a black hole's reversal, imminent, momentous, static charge that zings and zips, coursing through veins and over chapped lips more glorious than any god could ever hope to be or create.
Sirius pushes forward into it, desperate to feel it for as long as he can, fingers clawing into James' back, fabric wedging and wrapping, welding with skin because he doesn't think he'll ever be able to release. He tastes that tongue in a way he's never been permitted before, lets it invade him, reaching to the parts previously untouched, eviscerating them in its wake, and Sirius thinks he could be dying except he's never felt more alive.
"Bollocks to this," he announces imperiously, arms reaching behind his back to snag his shirt, efficiently tugging it over his head. Tossing it to the side, Sirius glances up with a puckish smirk, meeting James' eyes, before he launches himself forward, the pair crashing together.
Sirius' mouth is hot when it hits at the corner of James', sloppy and wet, their teeth clacking together, always in a rush except when they're not. His momentum sends James teetering over onto his back, and then they're rolling, wrestling and grappling with clothing, James' shirt yanked roughly over his head, Sirius' jeans going next, tangling around his ankles until he kicks them loose with a deep growl of irritation, more fabric following, tossed to the side for the stars to burn away.
They don't stop until James has Sirius pinned beneath his weight, the other unable to move. Sirius' breathing emerges in ragged, heaving pants against the charmed ceiling, James tilting his head to see his flushed face, cheeks the color of ripening apples. James nearly bites one, just to see if it tastes the same.
"Think you've won, Potter?" taunts Sirius with a wicked grin that reflects constellations in the gleam of his white teeth. James snorts, also winded, air sucking into his lungs harshly.
"Right. Off to the races then," proclaims James, finally done with whatever he was doing. Sirius feels him moving, thinking he's also trying to wriggle below the blankets, until a hand finds his upper arm, pulling him flat over the mattress again, James' broad form moving, a blur of something swinging over him, weight pressing down above his hips.
Leans over at his waist and kisses Sirius like it's something they do every day, once an hour, like they've only just finished doing it for the sole purpose of starting again.
Sirius can't do anything but arch into it and try to get more.
He makes an embarrassing noise between them, feels James' lips curl into a pleased smile, Sirius gone breathless, all his air sucked into different lungs. James tastes like a combination of sweet and bitter dark chocolate, like sugared cream, his mouth frigidly hot, skin lightly chapped in a way that creates a sensation like the blessed graze of sandpaper when everything is too soft and delicate.
There are hands on his bare skin, fingers sliding across ribs, dipping between them and tucking beneath the waist of Sirius' joggers, moving down, brushing flesh that's already responding to the heat of James over top of him.
Sirius gasps and surges upright, head knocking into James', toppling him backwards. James swears loudly, free palm pressed above his eyebrow, his glare strong in the darkness.
"Taking the coward's way out, are you?" he calls out, adding extra weight to his voice, making it boom and rumble. "You're pathetic. Whatever the hell you are, it's not a fucking man – "
He doesn't get to finish his angry spiel, Sirius suddenly appearing at his side from nowhere, like a shadow detaching from the others. He presses in close to James, pushing him backwards, eyes nearly as white as snow in the darkness of the narrow corridor, body radiating heat. His hand conforms around James' chin and jaw, James' back knocking roughly against the wall, forcing him to stop as Sirius holds his head in place and bends down to kiss him.
It's all teeth at first, James stiffening, struggling, but Sirius doesn't release him, his tongue coaxing James' mouth open, and James, for reasons he doesn't understand and likely never will, relaxes. The smell is all around him, the sharp sting of cinnamon inside his nose, his mum's cooking that he's missed for so long, like a balm to his mind and soul. Sirius' kiss is blistering to James' lips and tongue, melting him from the center outwards, dripping him into a puddle.
James doesn't have memory of the conscious thought to respond, but he does, sighing a little into Sirius' mouth. The connection softens, teeth disappearing to be replaced by Sirius' own luring pull, something divine in the way he moves against James. It sends him radioactive, dangerous, a silent threat, something long-gone quiet inside him, once thought dead and extinct, beginning to whimper before it rises to a warrior's shriek, loud and deafening.
The hand around his jaw slowly slips down, Sirius' long fingers circling around James' throat. James' knees go weak beneath him with the smallest squeeze, the slightest amount of pressure, and he moans into Sirius' mouth, the sound soft and nearly fragile as Sirius devours him whole.
I have no idea who has already been tagged and done this, so open tag for anyone who wants to play! Be sure to tag me if you do so that I can read all your lovely boy smooches!
