“Here,” Remus says, crooking his fingers at you in the universal gesture for come here, “you drink, I’ll do these.” 

You consider arguing but ultimately concede; your fatigued muscles and dry mouth – likely for more reasons now than the simple issue of dehydration – sees you inching your way towards the edge of the stage so that your calves hang off of it, Remus busying himself with the straps immediately. 

“This bloke bothering you, doll?” Another voice drawls; the arrogant hints of aristocracy making itself known in his syllables even as he saunters over to the two of you like a blissed-out rockstar. 

Remus, for his part, snorts incredulously. “You wish.”

You laugh at the bartender. “Why? Is he just dying for an excuse to have you pressed up against the edge of this stage?”

It earns you a warning tap of your (now free!) ankle as one heel is placed gingerly on the stage next to you and Remus starts on the other. “You’re meant to be drinking, you minx.”

You don’t bother apologizing, more than aware that Remus isn’t actually mad as you bring the glass of water to your lips; Sirius winking at you when you meet his gaze. 

Sirius had shown up for his first shift in the pissing rain; his entire form hidden beneath a hooded jumper layered beneath an oversized leather jacket. His head and face had been covered by the soaking wet hood and his hands were shoved into the pockets of his jacket.

You’d given the owner of the club a strange look regarding the newbie, feeling that – compared to James and Fabian – this bloke didn’t appear to be all that intimidating for a bouncer. He wasn’t particularly tall – though you wouldn't call him short, either – nor was he particularly wide (granted, your point of reference in that regard is James, so, do with that what you will). 

And then two, fully tatted hands emerged from the pockets in order to pull his hood away from his head, exposing a head of onyx hair pulled back haphazardly into a damp and careless bun, fierce, dark brows furrowed as though the rain personally slighted him which gave way to steely grey eyes. The length and fullness of his lashes almost threatened to take away from his edginess, not unlike those of a baby cow, but then those eyes surveyed the room with the assurance of someone who has spent countless years scanning every room for potential threats, and you looked to Minnie in apology for ever doubting her. 

By the time Remus was hired on, you were smart enough not to question the matriarch. 

You survey Remus, then, who’s unwrapping the last of your straps from your ankles and freeing your sore foot from the shoe. He’s not built like a bouncer, either, though you’ve seen him hand a few men their arses when they caught an attitude close enough for him to hear from the bar. You weren’t convinced that the honey colour of his eyes were capable of going ice-cold until you’d seen it for yourself. 

You find yourself feeling particularly lucky to have not found yourself on the receiving end of one of those glares. 

“Good shift, gorgeous?” Sirius asks the way he always does; resting one elbow on the edge of the stage as he splits his attention between you, the bartender, and the last of the patrons petering out of the doors. You give him the same answer every time.

“It was alright.” 

To which he always responds with “you look great.” 

You try to ignore the way he never says you looked great, past tense, but rather that you look great, presently; a pullover quickly shoved over your head as your shoulders gradually sag under the weight of the evening. 

It’s, admittedly, getting harder and harder to ignore. 

“She always looks great.” Remus adds, though it’s not said in opposition but rather in agreement. 

“How about you?” You return the question, not sure how to respond to their unabashed compliments. 

“Oh, no complaints.” Sirius sing-songs, smiling at Remus like they share a secret. “How ‘bout you, Lupin?”

Remus hums in agreement as he rests his forearms against the lip of the stage to your other side, not unlike the way he leans against his bar during lulls in orders or when he’s dedicating his attention to a customer or a dancer. “My shift was quite alright, thanks. My favourite dancer closed out the bar, so, that’s always nice.”

“Oh for-” you start, never finishing your sentence as you make yourself busy with downing the rest of the water.

“Awe, Remus; you made her shy.” 

“Okay, that’s it.” You threaten with a wide smile on your face, making to grab your heels and fancy drink only to be stopped by the same hands that brought you said drink and freed you from said heels. 

“Oi, where’re you going in such a rush?”

You don’t bother dignifying him with a response, merely narrowing your eyes at him as he fights against a mischievous smile. He cocks an eyebrow at you.

“To change.” You laugh, neither man deigning to correct you seeing as you’re actually not going to change so much as you’re about to get dressed. 

“Well I don’t see how.” Sirius states plainly, shrugging one shoulder as he gestures towards your bare feet with his opposite hand. “You’ve not got any shoes on.”

“And, what?” You deadpan. “This isn’t exactly a no shoes, no shirt, no service type of establishment.” 

You manage to elicit a cheeky smile out of him for that, the kind that exposes sharp canines and crinkles the corners of his eyes. 

“We can’t have you walking on this dirty floor with your sore feet.” Remus coos in a manner you might have assumed to be being patronizing if not for the honest divot between his brows.

“Quite right.” Sirius agrees as he straightens, moving over in order to stand between your legs with his back towards you. “Up you get.”

“I beg your pardon?” You actually giggle like a sodding school girl. 

“I’ll give you a ride, c’mon.” 

You let out a disbelieving laugh again as you look at your empty glass, your drink, and your shoes. “But-”

“I’ve got it. Up you get, dove.” 

Your cheeks are on fire but you do as told, looping your arms over Sirius’ shoulders and around his neck as he encourages your weight off of the stage. 

He barely manages three steps before James is hollering at him.

“Oi, dickhead! Don’t worry about me then, yeah? I’ve got it?” He jokes as he locks the door behind the last patron. 

“Brilliant! Good lad.” Sirius smiles in return, either ignorant to or in spite of the two-fingered salute he receives from his coworker. 

“Oh, that reminds me: James has been hounding me to exercise more, so if he asks, doll, I’ve been working out with you.”

You try and fail to hide the burst of giggles that elicits out of you into Sirius’ shoulder. 

“Why would you tell him you were working out with me?” 

“That doesn’t sound like the soundest of alibis, mate.” Remus agrees. 

Sirius, for his part, shrugs. “You girls are some of the fittest people I could think of; beats having James yell at me in a public gym.”

“Careful,” you tease, “I’m liable to make you come work out with me just to avoid being complicit in a lie.” 

Sirius makes a rather pleased sound that vibrates in his ribs beneath you, sharing a knowing look with Remus.

“You, me, and a pole? Doesn’t sound like a bad time at all, gorgeous.” 

Remus’ steps falter as Sirius makes his way down the hall towards the girls’ change room, forcing him to speed up lest he fall behind. “Well, now, hang on a second…” 

“Easy dovey, easy.” Remus breathes, a gentle hand landing at the base of your spine as his thumb brushes circles against your tailbone; Sirius’ thumbs stationed on either side of your waist mimicking the movement. “You okay?”

No one’s moving, the only sound in the room the occasional breath punching out from your lips. 

“Hey gorgeous; talk to us.” Sirius reminds you, one hand moving to push some of your hair away from your eyes that was blocking your gaze from his line of sight.

“You still okay? Or do you want to stop?” Remus asks again; you go shake your head but regret it immediately when it serves to create more friction. 

“No, no. I’m okay.” You try again, hyper aware of every point of contact your body has with your surroundings; your knees against the mattress, your hips hovering over Sirius’, one of your hands gripping Sirius’ shoulder (likely quite painfully) whilst the other held onto the headboard, Sirius’ hands trailing up and down your sides as his exhales puffed against your tits, and Remus’ steadying hand making itself home between the dimples of your lower back. 

And both of their cocks fighting for space in your tight, drenched cunt. 

“Tell us what you need, dove.” Remus coaches, not daring to move a muscle lest the tip of his length he was barely managing to insert into your hole cause you any discomfort.

You swallow thickly, taking a deep breath that seemed to make Sirius quite pleased as he sang your praises.

“That’s it, baby. Breathe.” 

“Just tight.” You tell them, causing Remus to breathe out a chuckle and Sirius to groan.

“Fucking tell me about it; holy shit.” 

“Too much?” Remus carries on, though there’s a tightness in his voice that tells you he’s just as pleased as Sirius is about the overwhelming warmth of having your cunt clenching around him and Sirius’ cock rubbing against his own. 

“It’s…no. Not too much; just a lot.” 

“Alright.” He agrees. “I’m going to pull out a bit, okay?”

You accept his warning and moan as he slides out of you slightly before ever so gently urging his way back in; Sirius nearly whimpers at the motion.

“Breathe, dove. Deep breath; talk to me.”

“I’m okay.” You whimper, feeling so incredibly full that you are almost embarrassingly close to tears. “I’m okay, I’m okay.”

“Whoa whoa, easy. Easy.” Sirius manages; his own words breathy as he fights to ignore his own ecstasy as he averts his attention to you. “You don’t need to convince us, yeah?” 

“No it’s good, just…do it again, Rem.” You suggest, sparing a look over your shoulder to see the way Remus’ eyes are glued to the spot where Sirius disappears inside of you and where his own cock is trying to join. “Pull out a bit and then add some more.”

“Yeah?” He breathes, flicking his eyes up to watch you nod. “Okay, you tell me to stop, alright? Red and we’re done.”

You bring your forehead down to Sirius’ who is quick to raise his hands up to your neck as he massages you tenderly, whispering sweet words and telling you how great you’re doing and how wonderful you feel. 

You feel the head of Remus’ cock catch the edge of your hole before he slowly urges himself back in; you let out a breath out that quickly turns into a moan as the sting of the stretch builds and crescendos as his cock slides against Sirius’.

“Holy fuck, the two of you feel so goddamn good.” Sirius grunts; his voice debauched and broken even though he manages to stay perfectly still and his hands remain gentle and reverent.

“You’re doing so well, dove. So well.” Remus manages with a tight voice, stopping at about the same point before he eases out again. 

The feeling is so unlike anything you’ve ever felt before; the sting is so sharp that it brings tears to your eyes and leaves a tingling in your fingers and toes. You’re so unbelievably wet, both from the two orgasms they’d managed from you prior – in order to make sure you were loosened up and relaxed before even attempting this – and from how unbearably turned on you are at the breathy, desperate, erotic sounds leaving their lips. 

And then the stinging starts to turn into a noticeable but tolerable burning and you swear you can actually feel your cunt simultaneously working to make room for the two boys and greedily clenching around them.

“Holy shit, holy- baby, fuck, you’re incredible.” Sirius tells you, his breathing no better than yours as you watch his chest rise and fall discordantly. 

A groan leaves Remus as you feel him shift his weight on his knees; his own balance shaky as he starts to lose himself in pleasure. “Fucking ethereal is what you are.”

You go to laugh but it comes out as a cry; you’re so full, so full, so full and you’re so warm all over as every nerve ending in your body begins to thrum in synchrony.

Remus all but growls. “Fuck, Sirius, I-”

“I’m not gonna last much fuckin’ longer.” Sirius whimpers, Remus groaning again when he feels Sirius’ dick twitch inside of you for the second time. 

“Neither am I.”

“Oh god, please,” you beg, “please cum.” 

Sirius’ hips don’t move – he, apparently, having grown the willpower of a saint – whilst his hands grip your ribs bruisingly as he pulses inside you; orgasm seemingly never ending as he fills you up with his cum.

“Jesus.” Remus barely manages as his own hips stutter, barely managing to thrust back into you before he, too, was spilling into your cunt and over Sirius’ cock. 

“Were you fucking waiting for permission to cum?” Remus asks incredulously, slowly slipping out of you which causes Sirius’ deflating cock and both of their seed to come spilling out of you too. 

“‘Course I was.” Sirius scoffs derisively; chest still heaving and his eyes screwed shut. “I’m not a fuckin’ amateur.”

“Fuck, I guess not.” Remus breathes through a laugh as he runs his hand up and down the length of your spine. “Neither is our girl, eh?”

“No,” Sirius agrees quickly, stationing a hand on either side of your face as he presses gentle kisses to your cheek and jaw, “fuckin’ perfect.”

Well, you can, but…

But, there was one part of sex you’ve never really been able to do. Not with a partner, and not with yourself. 

And you figured – under the previously mentioned policy of honesty – giving the boys a heads up that you’ve never orgasmed before and to “not worry about me, just enjoy yourselves” was the right thing to do.

How wrong you’d been.

Wrong, because now you’re spread, prone, across the bed, both boys long having found their own releases as Remus and Sirius take turns on you; Remus feasting on you like a man starved and Sirius playing you like you’re a fiddle and he a master violinist. 

And right now, it’s Sirius’ turn. 

“That’s it.” He groans, though he manages to make it sound like he’s cheering you on for something despite the fact that he’s the one doing all the work. “Just like that, baby.” 

You figure that you must be doing something right, because Remus hums in agreement as he rolls one of your pert nipples between his thumb and forefinger and sucks another mark into your neck. 

You have half a mind of being embarrassed by the down right filthy sounds emanating from between your thighs right now but you can’t find it in you as Sirius gets a second wind and fucks his fingers into your cunt with renewed vigour. 

He puts his entire upper body into it; each time he pulls two of his fingers out of your drenched core, he drags the pads of his fingers along the restart switch inside of you that has you begging for more, only to deliver exactly that as he shoves his fingers back in, the heel of his palm slamming down onto your clit before he repeats. Each thrust nearly lifts your hips clean off of the bed over, and over, and over again. 

Other than the very clear sounds of your undeniable pleasure are the desperate breaths punching out of you and the pleased murmurings of both men.

And you decide that it’s too much; it’s entirely too much. 

“Wait, wait. Stop.” You beg, chest heaving as you circle Remus’ wrist between your fingers even though his fingers aren’t the ones threatening to have you writhing right off of the bed. Regardless, they both stop immediately. 

“What is it?” Sirius asks breathlessly at the same time Remus murmurs “you alright?” 

“I can’t do it.” You explain unhelpfully; eyes pinched shut as you turn your face to the side in hopes of hiding in Remus’ side. 

“What can’t you do, dove?” He asks gently, allowing you to hide but pushing some sweaty hairs off of your forehead. 

“S’too much.” 

“In a bad way?” Sirius draws out, then, apparently a sodding mind reader as he gently drags his middle and ring finger out of your cunt, movements tantalizingly slow before he’s pressing them back in again. You feel a bead of moisture escape from his fingers and roll down the swell of your arse onto the bed below you. 

You keen, forcing your head further into the mattress and baring more of your neck for Remus who chuckles from above you. 

“Is it too much in a bad way?” Remus presses again, ending the question with your name that sounds more like a prayer than a noun, his gentle fingers tapping your jaw in a silent ask to open your eyes. 

You do, finding his cheeks still pink from excitement and exertion, his pupils blown wide as he looks down at you from above. 

“No, I- no, I just-”

“You trusted us to get you off, yeah?” Sirius croons then, keeping his (what you can only assume are) pruney fingers in their current position as he kneels on the end of the bed to kiss his way up from your hip to your jaw. “You gonna let me finish what I started here, doll?” 

“I can’t.”

“You can.” He whispers, nipping at a likely darkening spot on your neck that Remus had been dedicating an awful lot of his time on moments before. “I know you can, I believe in you.”

You let out a sound half way between a sob and a groan. 

“Sirius knows what he’s doing, dove; let him take care of you.” 

You must look a right state because Sirius actually makes a pitiful sound and Remus looks like he might genuinely feel kind of sorry for you. 

“You’re so close, baby. If you want to stop, we’ll stop; but you’re doing so well.” Sirius insists, building up a gentle rhythm inside of you again as though his words aren’t already convincing you. “Maybe you need Remus to distract you, hm?” 

Remus’ hand that had been working your breasts brushes down to your hip as he leans in, licking into your mouth until you were being all but consumed by him. 

Sirius presses his thumb down onto your clit and you receive the message, relaxing under Remus as he deepens the kiss; you can still taste yourself on his tongue as Sirius lowers himself down and pulls your clit into his mouth causing you to buck up into him. 

He removes his mouth all too quickly, a pleased sound leaving him as he begins building up his pace again, the excitement renewed with your thighs tightening in response. 

Sirius’ vigorous pace is a stark contrast from the slow, lazy swipes of Remus’ tongue in your mouth; your head is misfiring, leaving you feeling as though you might cry. 

“Just like that, baby; fuck you’re perfect.” Sirius hisses from somewhere below you; Remus groans into your kiss in agreement. “Relax doll, let it happen; I’ve got you.” 

You can’t kiss Remus anymore but he doesn’t pull away from you, letting you breathe into his open mouth; your vision spots as your legs shake, the invisible string inside you pulling tighter and tighter and tighter until it finally snaps and sends you over the edge. 

“Fuck yes!” Sirius cheers, forcing Remus’ face away from yours. 

You’re quite sure you don’t black out, but one moment you feel like every nerve in your body is firing at the same time – a head-to-toe flush making you hot all over – and the next moment you hear Remus chuckling almost disbelievingly; his breaths causing a layer of goosebumps to spread along your chest. 

“Christ, you’re fucking incredible.” Sirius laughs – equal parts disbelieving and proud – before pressing a kiss to your hip bone as he gently slips his hand from between your thighs.

You’re about to make a comment about how you really hardly did anything but the words die on your lips as Sirius shakes off his hand which leaves a number of droplets along your legs in its wake. 

“Bloody hell; you give Sirius a bet and he doubles it.” Remus chuckles with a fond shake of his head. 

“Did…I do that?” You ask then, sitting up to find the sheets quite a bit…wetter than you were expecting them to be. 

“Uhm, correction:” Sirius counters haughtily “I did that.” 

“I’d say that was at least a team effort.” Remus argues. 

“What…the fuck?” 

“Hey, you said you’d never come before, so I saw your orgasm and raised you…” his sentence ends with a flourish of his hands as if he’s saying ta-da! 

“I-”

“You squirted, yeah.” Sirius cuts you off readily, nodding like an eager child who just found a few pounds under their pillow from the tooth fairy. 

“Oh we are going to have so much fun with you.” Remus groans as he shoves his face back into your neck. 

“Oh my God, I have to call Prongs.”

“Sirius!” You squeal in horror and Remus hollers scoldingly. 

“No, you’re right,” Sirius agrees with neither of you in particular, “we should clean up first.”

“You two stay here.” Remus insists as he begins to extricate himself from the bed, pressing a fervent kiss to your lips before dotting a few more chaste yet no less passionate kisses across your face. 

“You” he says to you, brushing his nose against yours “were fucking phenomenal, and you” he continues, standing to give Sirius a kiss of his own “worked very hard.” 

As if Sirius needed any help, Remus’ comment sees the tattooed man’s chest puffing with pride as he smiles between the two of you. 

“I’ll go run a bath and then I’ll start a load of laundry when the two of you hop in.” 

“But-”

“No, no, shhh.” Sirius starts on you immediately, climbing onto the bed to hold his clean hand over your mouth. “He’s going to spoil us rotten for the rest of the night, doll. Not that we don’t deserve it, what with the performance of a lifetime we just gave him.”

This surprises a laugh out of you which has Sirius smiling as though he’s surprised that he managed to make you smile and simultaneously like making you laugh had been his plan all along. 

“That was…”

“-incredible?”

“I was going to say insane.” You laugh again, eyelids feeling ridiculously heavy as you blink up at him. 

“Well I’ll leave off you for tonight but we’re going to be doing that again as soon as possible.” Sirius promises, lowering himself into Remus’ previous spot on the bed and pulling your side into his chest; you’d roll over for him but you think he might’ve control-alt-deleted your bones. 

“Doll?”

You turn your head to look at him. “Yeah?”

“I asked if you were alright.” 

“Oh,” you laugh, embarrassed, “yeah. Yeah, I am. I really am.”

His mercurial eyes scan your face before he nods in agreement, apparently having sussed out whether you are being honest or not. “I’m glad…it was with us. Your first orgasm.”

There was something touchingly vulnerable in his tone and the way that his eyes seem to focus on a spot by your chin causing your heart to constrict in your chest. 

“I’m glad it was with you guys, too.” 

“I turn my back for a second and the two of you go sappy on me.” Remus grumbles in faux admonishment as he returns, though you can’t help but notice a pleased smile and a lingering blush still evident on his face that you get the sense has more to do with the current sentiment than any earlier activities. 

“You’re not actually going to call James, are you?” You ask Sirius then; a concerning stretch of time between the end of your question and his abrupt “of course not, doll.” 

You almost miss Remus’ snort and sarcastically muttered “Not tonight, at least.”