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@microcest Prompt: “Shhh…Don’t Let Mom Hear”

Fandom: Harry Potter

Ship: Sirius Black/James Potter Implied Regulus Black/Sirius Black w/ a dose of future Remus Lupin thrown in the mix.

Word count: 741

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"Nmph anpmh bremph," Sirius struggled behind the large hand cupping his mouth and nose. James loosened his grip to hear Sirius below him gasp for air. It was the dead of night, with only the moon shining through the sheer curtains in James' room. 

"Oh, shit, sorry." James stilled his movement, moving his hand to rest on Sirius' cheek, allowing him to take deep, steady breaths. 

"Okay, okay, I'm - ah - you can keep going - oh fuck" James braces himself, both hands palms down on each side of Sirius' head. Gripping the sheets, he slowly pulls out and thrusts back inside his best friend, his brother. This was the first summer break Sirius had spent every night at the Potters, his new home. 

"Pads, you need to keep it down."

"I'm trying just fuck; you feel so good, Jamie." This was the first summer break they did this almost nightly.

"Pads, please. Our mom's a light sleeper, you know that."

"Your mother." Sirius whispered with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Stop that, you're my brother. She loves you just as much."

"I already had a brother."

"Have, love. We'll get him out. We'll get him out and show him what a home feels like."

James quickened his pace, in and out in a steady rhythm mimicked by the smaller boys: Ah, ah, ah. James slowly lowered himself to his elbows, making sure his rhythm didn't falter. He placed his forehead on the others; they were breathing the same air. Puffs of hot breath tickled the other, lips centimeters apart, but they didn't kiss. James hasn't asked why. It's not something they do. 

"Kiss me," Sirius said, taking James by surprise. He looked into the other boy's eyes, trying to find anything that told him Sirius didn't mean it. All he saw was love. When their lips met, they made soft, gentle movements. They were passionate but not hungry. 

Their movements grew increasingly frantic, and their breathing became labored. Sirius lowered his right hand from their grip on James' hair and began to stroke himself as quickly as he could. James felt Sirius clench around his cock; he knew he was close. With a shuddering sigh, Sirius spilled over his hand and stomach as James gave one, two, three more thrusts and spilled inside his best friend. 

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James wrapped his arm around Sirus' waist and pulled him close to his chest. They lay in the afterglow, waiting for their heart rates to slow and their breathing to even out. With his back against his chest, James couldn't tell if the smaller boy had fallen asleep until he spoke up. 

"He was my first kiss, and I was his... I haven't, not with anyone else." James didn't have to ask who Sirius was talking about. He knew he missed his brother, our brother. He knew the guilt that lived inside his best friend was eating away at him the longer he spent not knowing if he was okay. James squeezed Sirius a little closer to comfort him and remind him of his promise earlier that night. 

A few minutes passed before Sirius spoke up again. 

"Prongs?" 

"Mmm?" James replied sleepily, burrowing his face in Sirius' hair and breathing in his scent. 

"Do you think if we invite Moony to be with us, he'll want to?" James was waiting for Sirius to bring up their other best friend. He moved his head to rest his chin on the other boy's shoulder. 

"Like be with us or be with us?" 

"Both"

"I'd like him to be." And he did. James loved his best friends and would do anything to keep them all safe. 

"Me too…do you think – do you think he'd be weirded out about.."

"I think you can carve out Moony's heart with your bare hands, and he'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt." He knew he said the right thing as he felt his best friend wiggle in excitement and classic tell for his happiness. Leave it to Sirius Black to find that statement romantic. 

"I think I'm in love with him." 

"I know." and I'm in love with your brother, James thought, but that's a conversation for another day.

"I love you too, you know, and I love my--" His voice cracked, unable to finish his thought.

"I know, Pads; go to sleep, yeah? We'll owl Moony in the morning."

Both boys breathing evened out, and Euphemia Potter was able to go back to sleep. 

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"Good Boy."

Draco is such a good boy.

@microcest April 3, 2024 prompt: shh... don't let mom hear Abraxas Malfoy/Draco Malfoy/Lucius Malfoy | 423 words Warning: ambiguous age, explicit sexual content

Draco releases a soft whine as his father's cock fills him, stretching his insides to the point of pain. The boy's fingers curl into the sheets, his spine arching like a bow as he rocks back to meet Lucius' thrust. With his pelvis flush against Draco's tight arse, Lucius holds himself there. Draco's body is trembling, his channel constricting as he acclimates to his father's cock inside him. He pulls out slightly, watching the boy's abused rim cling to his shaft. He slams his hips forward, and Draco's cry is sharp, pleasure laced with pain.

"Shh…" Lucius hums soothingly, running his palm along the dip of Draco's back. "You don't want your mother to hear you, do you?"

"Don't fret, Lucius," Abraxas drawls, trailing his fingers through his grandson's hair. "Our Draco's such a good boy. He'll stay nice and quiet, won't you, darling?"

He traces the boy's lips with the head of his cock, painting them with precum. They're so plump and red, and Abraxas can hardly hold himself back. "Now open that pretty mouth, Draco."

Draco's silver-blue eyes shimmer with unshed tears as his lips part, allowing his grandfather entry. Draco doesn't make a sound as his grandfather fucks his throat, his arse taking unyielding abuse from behind. Tears trail silently down his cheeks, his bobbing little cocklet dripping beneath his belly.

When Lucius' and Abraxas' climaxes hit, and their seed fills Draco, he comes, his own Malfoy seed splattering across the sheets.

Abraxas gazes down at his beautiful grandson, rosy cheeks stained with tears. Cum dribbles down the boy's chin, his eyelids growing heavy from lack of oxygen. Unsheathing himself from Draco's mouth, the boy coughs, sputtering as he falls forward against the blankets. Lucius is still inside him, using his own cum as lube as he continues to thrust in and out of his nearly unconscious son.

"Are you all right, Draco?" Abraxas asks, brushing the boy's sweat-slick fringe from his brow. 

Draco stares bleary-eyed up at him and smiles weakly. Abraxas beams back.

"Such a good boy," Abraxas whispers, pressing a kiss to Draco's forehead.

"The best," Lucius groans with a final thrust, flooding the boy's insides with more seed. 

"Daddy…" Draco whimpers, the lust evident in his gaze. His cocklet spurts weakly, as if on command. "Papa…"

Draco reaches for him, and Abraxas tastes himself on the boy's tongue as they kiss deeply. He'll have the boy next, sopping with cum as he bounces on his cock. Their perfect little dragon.

And his mother will never know.