#sirayus

Sometimes they took her hands away, like when Sirius settled his hands over hers and both men insisted she let them feed her quarters of cucumber sandwiches and cheese and sections of apples sliced by Ray’s pocket knife. The pieces were so fresh and sweet the faint taste of oil from the blade felt proper, like balance. The King of Spades held her hands in his lap while the Queen brought a cup of something delicious– cold, sweet, and minty– to her lips.

Sometimes they took her hands away without any restraint at all, like when they told her how to touch herself while they watched. It was a relief to be told what to do in that time, to know that when she finished with her buttons and looked up to their eyes, she would find them hooded and interested, gone a bit darker for the passion of their private afternoon there on a hill in an orchard, amethyst and emerald, and there on the blanket, one last ruby. Mint and apple and lust in her mouth as she followed their instructions to stroke herself with both hands and slip her fingers lower... lower. Sirius helped her out of her skirt and Ray settled the tails of her blouse behind her, careful to cover the well-teased nipples so they could all enjoy the tented fabric, careful to leave everything between and below them exposed to the air and their gazes. “One finger for now,” he told her, and she had no fear he’d insist on the singularity for long, so she did exactly what they all wanted with that one finger. Then more. Then both hands, heedless of the mess on the blanket.

There were times when they murmured they wanted her hands, and she knew to slip her fingers into their mouths. Ray was fast and pressed his tongue against the edges of her nails, seeking everything immediately; Sirius moved more slowly, tongue like a wave. Both caressed her sensitive fingertips until she swayed, and by then their trousers were open.

Often, they left her hands but took her breath away, with murmurs or kisses or grunts. There in the orchard, they touched each other– for her pleasure? it felt like it– until she couldn’t stand her own empty palms and slipped her well-loved fingers to places they liked. Just back of Ray’s sac, that deliciously sensitive spot of skin, and on Sirius the stretch of muscle where his cock met his belly, hidden by dark brown hair. The Queen groaned and went still, while the King (who never held back), jerked above her touch before he fell back onto it and pressed. She pressed, too. They were warm and glorious and she could smell all their precum, delightful as any of their picnic delicacies.

She watched as their hands touched one another, and listened to the beautiful build and catch of their breaths until Ray came with a shout and Sirius pulled her mouth to his. She didn’t think it did anything to muffle the depth of his groan, which was the true tell, but she didn’t mind, either.

“Of course not! I’ve got white wine in mine. You had red wine.”

Sirius suddenly moved to stand – but too soon, as he suddenly lost his balance and tipped forward.

“Woah, woah, woah!” Strong arms caught Sirius on either side as Fenrir and Seth struggled to keep him upright. “Luka, hey! Help us out, here!”

Luka tossed his marker aside, standing to assist Sirius onto the sofa. “Get some water, I’ll stay with him.” The Jack’s order issued, Seth and Fenrir hurried off, racing towards the kitchen to see who could get it first.

“Luka?” Sirius grinned up at him. “Did you catch me again?”

“Uh, no.” Luka frowned. “That was Fenrir and Seth this time.”

“That’s funny, Luka.” Sirius laughed as he reached up, ruffling Luka’s hair. “Don’t be shy. You can admit that you like helping out.”

Luka slowly turned red, relieved when Fenrir thrust a glass between his face and Sirius’s. “I can admit it when I get you to drink this water, Sirius.” Taking the glass with a thank-you, Luka allowed Sirius to tip his head back and swallow a few sips before placing it on the table.

“Feels better,” Sirius mumbled as he fell back against the sofa. “Cooler.”

“Good. That’s what matters.” Placing it on the table, Luka stepped back. “I’ll come check on you soon, okay?”

“‘Kay.” Sirius smiled warmly up at him, giving a wave as Luka stepped into the ring of people surrounding another table, where Fenrir was arm wrestling one of his men. Sirius watched as their laughter and cheering continued, chewing his lip as he considered the scene.

They’re all having fun over there. I want to go with them, but… Sirius sighed, sinking deeper into the sofa. I can’t move. I’m so sleepy. And I’m lonely. And I’m cold.

Turning his head slightly, Sirius spied Ray on the other side of the sofa. He was still out cold, curled up in a comfortable position against some of the pillows. Moving on a whim, Sirius dragged himself closer, draping himself across Ray’s body and allowing himself a proper look at his features. An amused huff escaped him at the sight, his eyelids slowly slipping shut.  

“You’re cute with those whiskers. Just like a cat.” He reached up, smudging the heart on the edge of Ray’s nose.  “Just perfect, just like you.”

It wasn’t long before his hand fell away, and his body relaxed completely against his king. Welcoming the warm embrace of sleep, Sirius did not notice when Fenrir and Luka came over, tucking a blanket around the both of them. With their King and Queen comfortable, they turned out the crystals in the room and slipped out of the common area.

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Ray woke up sooner than he expected. He screwed his eyes shut in an attempt to stay asleep, but his body refused to comply. Instead, it complained, begging for some relief.

It was then that Ray noticed how hot he was. His entire body felt like it was encased in heat. He shifted as quick as he could, attempting to get air moving against his skin.

“Hey. No. You can’t move.”

The deep voice tickled his ear, and Ray froze. The words were adorably pouty, at odds with the usual crisp tone he often heard from the man who was most likely laying on top of him.

“I can’t move?” Ray opened his eyes. He was met with the expected sight of his Queen, bathed in moonlight. His arms were wound firmly about Ray’s body, keeping him in place. He craned his neck to look a little further, spying the blanket that had been placed over them both. “What if I need to?”

“Can’t. You should stay here.”

“Then can you lighten up? You’re crushing me.”

Sirius obeyed immediately, and Ray was happy to push the blanket off them both. Sirius shivered, and Ray sighed as he reached up to embrace Sirius in return.

“I’m not going anywhere. I don’t think I can, with you holding me like this. So don’t worry.”

“Promise.”

“Huh?”

Sirius leaned his head back, frowning at Ray. “Promise you won’t leave me here alone.”

Ray gazed back, offering up a reassuring smile as Sirius’s eyes seemed unable to completely focus on him. “I promise. Would I ever lie to you?”

Sirius huffed, falling back against Ray. “You lie about work.”

“Just the paperwork.” Ray laughed as he tightened his arms about Sirius, snuggling against him. “That’s all. I wouldn’t lie about this.”

“Good.”

The sleepy reply confirmed Ray’s suspicions – Sirius was asleep within moments, his breathing even against Ray’s cheek. Allowing himself the pleasure, Ray closed his eyes as well.

You’re too cute when drunk, Sirius. I wish I could see this side of you more often.

It wasn’t long after that thought that he too fell asleep, wrapped up in SIrius’s comfortable embrace. The two did not move until morning, when Sirius woke up to the sight of Ray beneath him. He was quick to get up and right his appearance, before disappearing into the kitchen to make breakfast.

Ray pauses for a moment, pondering your suggestion. Then, within moments, he’s scurrying out of the room, turning into the room immediately next door. After digging through Sirius's closet and prying a shirt off one of the hangers, Ray pulls it over his bare shoulders. He quickly buttons it up as he wanders back across the hall, then lifts the shirt up to his face. He takes a deep breath as he steps back into his bedroom, pausing as you stare at him with a puzzled look.

“What?” He crawls back onto the bed, crossing his legs beneath him as you begin to move out from under the covers. “I just took your advice.”

“I wasn’t serious. ” You hold out your arms, silently asking for a hug. Ray obliges, drawing you onto his lap. You tuck your head against his shoulder, sighing contentedly.

“But it wasn’t a bad idea. His shirts are comfy. I should do this more often.” He wraps his arms around you, holding you close. “What do you think?”

You nuzzle closer to him, smiling wide. “I think it’s perfect. It smells like you and Sirius.”

“Does it now? I guess it would. I thought it would just smell like him.”

“What would?”

Ray and you tense up at the sound of Sirius’s voice, heads swiveling towards the door. Sirius stands there, frowning. As he steps into the room to return Ray’s laundry basket to the appropriate corner, he glances over at his significant others on the bed.

“... Is that one of my shirts?”

An embarrassed flush finally reaches Ray’s cheeks. “What if it is, old man? How can you even tell, anyway? We all get the same standard shirts!”

“In different sizes,” Sirius elaborates, coming over to the bed. He smiles as he lifts the long ends of the shirt. “This is clearly not yours. I’d say it’s a little too big for you.”

“Shut up. You took my last clean shirt, so I’m wearing yours instead.”

Sirius sighs as he wraps his arms about you both. “It’s your fault for having such a messy room that I can’t tell what’s clean and what’s dirty.”

“You should’ve checked with me, first! I have a system!”

“If I can’t tell what your system is, then the system doesn’t work. Besides, are you really that upset to be wearing my shirt?” Sirius tucks his head against Ray’s, pressing a kiss to his temple. “You look attractive in it.”

The rosy color on Ray’s cheeks darkens, spreading down his neck and up to his ears. He mutters something under his breath, unintelligible.

“Do you want to repeat that?”

“I said—” Ray turns his gaze towards Sirius, raising his voice — but his sentence is stopped by Sirius’s lips. Ray doesn’t waste a moment returning the kiss, tilting back to allow it to deepen for a few brief, blissful moments. You roll your eyes as they come apart. 

“You’re both so ridiculous.”

“Says the person who suggested I steal one of his shirts in the first place,” Ray counters, pressing a kiss against your forehead. 

“That was your idea?” Sirius’s smile grows as he leans down towards you. “And you didn’t think to get a shirt for yourself?”

“W-Well, I have my nightgown, and I didn’t think I had to get one—”

There’s a sudden lack of warmth as Ray leaves your collective embrace. He leaps off the bed and darts into the hall. He’s back within seconds, carrying another of Sirius’s shirts with him. Wordlessly, he holds it out.

“Quit stealing my shirts,” Sirius says as he turns you about in his arms. “They aren’t yours.”

“Our vows said that we would keep no secrets and share everything with one another.”

“Don’t you start applying our wedding vows to something as ridiculous as this.”

You begin to laugh at their exchange, but suddenly realize that Sirius’s arms are moving down while you are distracted. They find the hem of your nightgown easily, and you slam your hands down against the fabric in retaliation.

“Hey!”

“Do you not want to try wearing one, too?” Sirius’s lips brush against your ear. “Ray was kind enough to steal one for you.”

“Don’t act like you wouldn’t have gone in there and done the same if I’d suggested it.” Ray hops onto the bed again, grinning. “Let’s go, try it on.”

You squirm in Sirius’s grasp, laughing despite yourself. “You two, hang on! I don’t need to wear it, and I can do it myself—!”

“Hey! Where have you three been? ”

A new voice at the door makes the three of you freeze, everyone falling silent. When you all work up the courage to see who it is, you find Seth — arms crossed and tapping his foot impatiently.

“You’re all late for breakfast! Don’t we have chores to do today? Let’s get going! I refuse to let you all stay in and hog Alice for yourself!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ray says nonchalantly, sliding off the bed. “Since when did you lay claim to spending time with our wife?”

“Since now! Because we do chores together in this army, and she’s the one that folds laundry with me! So get out of bed and get to breakfast!”

You finally break out of Sirius’s hold, hopping off the bed. “Breakfast sounds great. C’mon, Ray. We really need to do laundry today, for your sake. You can’t keep wearing Sirius’s shirts.”

“I’m with her. I would prefer if you didn’t.” Sirius comes up behind you. “So let’s get going.”

Ray opens his mouth to say something, but thinks better of it. Instead, his gaze drops to the shirt still in his grasp, and the one he’s still wearing. “Fine.”

Sirius bends down suddenly, whispering into Ray’s ear.

“I’ll let you steal another one later.”