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rewatched this episode... oh data ily

But Lyall doesn't mention it.

He lets Remus introduce Sirius as his mate. He finds extra bedding for their sofa and pretends not to notice the way Sirius's eyes linger on his son.

There's nothing to confirm his suspicions, just tug at them. That is until the fourth night, when he can't sleep and stumbles into the kitchen for water. The light is already on and the door to the backyard is just open enough that when he looks out the kitchen window he can see the two boys sat on the last step of the stoop, encompassed by the kitchen's warm glow.

"Lloer," Sirius whispers just loud enough for Lyall to hear.

His pronunciation is off -he can't round his 'oh' enough while also rolling his 'r'- but the words is unmistakable non the less.

Moon.

Remus laughs, in a way he's never heard his son laugh before- so warm it could have been the sound of his own heart beating- and tilts his head to look at the other boy.

"Lloer," Remus says slower.

"Lloer," Sirius repeats.

It still isn't perfect, but it's better, and his son seems satisfied as he takes a drag from the cigarette.

For a moment neither boy speaks, they both stare at the sky, the sound of rustling leaves and their own breaths filling the space. They sit shoulder to shoulder and quietly pass the cigarette back and forth.

The silences lasts so long Lyall almost turns away, though Sirius's voice stops him.

"and what's my?" the boy whispers

"fy."

There's another stretch of silence, and then a response so soft Lyall almost misses it:

"fy lloer."

Remus smiles, the warmth evident even shrouded in shadows, and buries his face into the crook of the other boys neck. He mumbles something into his shoulder and Sirius laughs before pressing a kiss to the top of his head, an act so natural he may as well have been breathing.

Lyall turns away, before either boy decides to glance back, and leaves them to their moment.

The next morning he finds his son at the kitchen table a cup of tea and book in his hand. Remus hums a good morning, but otherwise doesn't look up, even when Lyall takes a seat across from him.

In the daylight he looks tired, his curls a mess and eyes dark, but still the healthiest Lyall has seen him in a long time. He isn't too skinny the way he has been and there's a new glow that seems to linger in his eyes.

"I like Sirius," Lyall says casually blowing at his own cup of tea.

Remus's eyes flick up -a small sign of his nerves- but when he replies his voice is steady. "People tend to."

Lyall hums, and looks down to his own cup as Remus goes back to his book.

He doesn't know how to do this. Connect to his son. Tell him he doesn't care who he's with, as long as he's happy and safe. That Lyall's love for him beats his heart, and nothing could change that.

Hope would.

He taps the side of his mug then swallows.

"He's good for you," he finally says and Remus glances up once more, a small smile across his lips.

18+, mdni, strap names! (referred to as cock, length, dick…), overstim, no y/n, not proofread, pet names! (sweet girl, babe…), ellie calls r! a naughty girl, fem!r in mind

ellie helping u lower urself down onto her length, hands wrapped around ur thighs to hold them from the back. and she takes her sweet time too, defo holds u up when she’s only like halfway inside, relishing in the way ur breath trembles and ur brows tighten.

i feel like she starts off soooo cocky. like she's genuinely chuckling to herself at how needy u are. "mmm, so wet already? naughty girl..." she rasps out with trained eyes on the way ur slick coats the base of her strap, leaning against the wooden headboard of ur bed. her hands never leave u, not once. i mean, how could they? how could she keep her hands at her side while u take her so good? bouncing up and down on her dick like it's nooobody's business.

she knows ur getting real into it when ur hands come up to grip onto her shoulders, using her as full support while u get drunk on the way she feels inside u. see now in my opinion, ellie is a loser trapped in a hot body... and no matter how hard she tries, her mask will always slip.

she can tell ur close, tell it from the way ur words are completely slurred, the way any words u do manage are all limited to one syllable, the way ur eyes are squeezed tightly shut, tears of pleasure lining the slits of ur eyelids. she's trying so hard to be nonchalant about the way the strap applies the just the right amount of pressure to her swollen clit, but she can't help the way her hips buck up every now and then. her brows are knitted together, and she's trying so hard to keep sweet talking u. her voice is wavering, and if u weren't about to come undone for her, u would tease her relentlessly.

"come on sweet girl- nghh... lemme hear you" she prompts, a needy whimper interrupting her sentence. u pay it no mind, and do as she says. ur nails dig into the soft skin of her shoulders, and u throw ur head back as her name falls from ur lips, gasps following as u slowly ride it out. u keep grinding on her dick, making sure to put all of ur weight into it. ellie gasps at the unexpected pressure as u keep riding her, her hands on ur hips tightening their grip, matching the way ur hands are still grasping at her shoulders.

it's overstimulating as fuck for u, but u don't care. ellie deserves to feel good just as much as u do, despite how much she tells u that ur her priority. "come on els... fuck- keep going” ur voice is low and shaky, but u still don't stop. and ellie? ur confirmation was all she needed.

she picks her pace back up, head rolling from side to side as she takes her bottom lip between her teeth. she makes sure to check on u every few seconds, whether it's peeking her eyes open or just asking u. "you good babe?" and u always respond with a simple hum, eyes glued shut at this point.

it doesn't take her long to get lost in the feeling, and within a minute or so she's giving u her telltale signs she's about to come. every breath she lets out has a whimper shadowing it. ur name is falling constantly from her lips as she reaches her climax, and she shoots upright, burying her face in ur chest as she finishes, her cum seeping into ur bedsheet. she presses sloppy kisses all over u, hands still squeezing the life out of ur thighs, even louder whimpers falling from her lips as she thrusts just a couple more times. u press soft kisses atop her head, ur hands leaving her shoulders to cradle her in ur arms. u stay there for a moment, ellie twitching beneath u everytime u take even the smallest of breaths, the strap still burried deep inside ur cunt.

ok so i drew marie in the patric bikimi..

alt (separat hehoo!!!!

Sharing food’s a language of love, I think.

(A Reprise to the twins gifting earmuffs to Elesa)

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