sirimont and shower sex 🥹
Ask and you shall receive!! 🫶
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Sirius stood under the scalding water, letting it run over his face and body. He'd been in the backyard with James all afternoon playing quidditch and he was grateful for the clean water. He stood there for a little while before finally squirting some of the shampoo into his hand and lathering it through his hair.
The bathroom was quiet except for the sounds of the running water and Sirius took a moment to appreciate it. Number 12 was rarely quiet unless it was nighttime, in which if you made one sound you'd wake the house.
He was back under the water, rising the shampoo out when the sound of the door opening cut through the quiet of the rushing water. It startled him and he went to cover himself depite the curtains separating him from the rest of the bathroom.
"Hey kid, you in there?" Sirius let out the breath he was holding, it was just Fleamont. The curtains pulled away from the tile and Sirius peered out at him.
"Yeah, what'd'ya want?" Fleamont wasn't looking at him, instead he was undressing and getting ready to join him under the water. Sirius pushed the curtain back into place and willed the blood away from his cock which was currently filling itself out.
Fleamont was really hot, sure, and Sirius did have a huge crush on him. But as soon as he found out about Sirius' little infatuation, he took an inkling in him too. Sirius liked the attention but the rest that came with it wasn't as great.
He and Fleamont had sex one other time, no one was home and afterwards Fleamont went back to being normal and Sirius spent a week not being able to keep food down.
It wasn't even really the age difference that bothered him— Sirius had worse— but rather the betrayal of Effie and James. If they found out he'd be out of a home yet again and he'd be tearing their family apart. Sirius couldn't bare to do that to them, so he'd been keeping his distance.
Fleamont, on the other hand, was relentless. And this time, Sirius had no where to go.
The curtains parted and Fleamont stepped into the shower, his body pressing against Sirius'. The shower was too small and Sirius was much to rigid to stay for long.
Fleamont felt him up, rough hands on his hips, his chest, his ass, "Mr. Potter—" he tried but Fleamont just kept at it, pushing his back against the cold tile, the chill sending a jolt up his spine. Sirius gripped onto Fleamont's strong biceps, partially holding himself up.
"It's Fleamont and you know that. No need to be so formal with me, kiddo." Sirius cringed at the nickname, he hated when adults called him that. He was anything but a child and he appreciated when he wasn't treated as such.
It made him feel gross, Fleamont liked how small he was still and they both knew it. Sirius would be sure to participate in as many quidditch practices and activities as possible this year so he wouldn't look as scrawny.
The hot water was starting to make the shower steam up and the steam combined with being pinned to the wall made Sirius feel like he was suffocating. He could feel Fleamont's warm breath on his neck and his hard-on against his thigh.
Sirius tried to ignore everything, closing his eyes tight and thinking about how excited he was for dinner and for laying in his bed and for the summer almost being over.
The thick fingers prodding at his hole forced his eyes open, Sirius tried to wiggle away but he was too tired and sore from being outside all day, making his efforts useless. Fleamont hoisted him up, holding onto his thighs and went back to working Sirius open.
This was the worst part. Fingers were wide and short and moved around weirdly in contrast to a cock, it felt like he was being examined. Maybe he'd like this a lot more if they could skip that part.
"Relax kiddo, relax. You're so hard, I know you need me so bad," Fleamont's breath was ragged against his neck, his voice low and dark. Sirius closed his eyes again, trying not to think about the fingers scissoring him open.
Fleamont finally pulled his fingers out, they were slick against Sirius' thigh where he was now holding him. The emptiness didn't last long, soon he felt the dull head of his cock pushing against him. When Fleamont finally got it in, he didn't waste any time, his hips moving much faster than Sirius would like them to.
He chewed at his lip, trying not to let out any sounds but inevitably failing, whines and whimpers escaping his throat as Fleamont expertly thrusted in and out of his tight heat. The sounds coming out of him made him sound like a pornstar and he hated it. He sounded filthy.
Sirius checked himself out, the whines and whimpers kept tumbling from his lips but he wasn't aware of what was happening. Fleamont didn't stop, and he hadn't the first time either, that's what made him realize that Fleamont didn't really care about him.
When it was finally over and Fleamont pulled out, Sirius nearly fell over on his hand and knees, but Fleamont caught him and set him on the edge of the tub. Fleamont pet his head, moving the curls out of his face while cooing at him, "Did your little brain leak out of that cock of yours?" Sirius had not cum.
"Just tired. Let me clean myself up Mr. Potter, I'll see you at dinner." Sirius tried to shut it down, his arms and legs and back were all so sore and that definitely didn't help. Fleamont nodded and kissed his forehead before getting out of the shower.
Sirius sat for a minute longer, trying to even out his breathing and calm himself down. James would know how to help but it would tear him apart.
Finally, Sirius stood back up and let the hot water once again consume him, burning off the imprints of Fleamonts hands on his hips and thighs and the marks on his neck. When he got out of the shower, still not feeling clean, the whole bathroom had steamed up and was dark. The mirror fogged and the counters wet and Sirius glanced at himself through the steam, bruises were already forming and he could feel the bile rising up his throat, he huried to the toilet and retched and retched and retched.
By the time he was done, he felt completely empty and lightheaded and still not clean. He didn't think he'd ever be clean again.
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1,123 words......I got a little carried away hehe
