#siriusblack

His dorm room is dim, cozy and filled with the drawl of one of many david bowie vinyls Sirius plays when you’re hanging out.

A cigarette is being passed between the two of you like a shared secret healthrisking secret and in your opinion - you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else on a saturday night.

“What does getting your cock sucked feel like?” The words escape your throat scratchy and a little hoarse from the smoke. Sirius doesn’t startle, he doesn’t gasp or give you a particularly strange look - he takes another drag, lets the smoke sit in his lungs for a moment before it leaves his nostrils in a swirling vapor, enchanting really.

“Feels bloody nice.” The words leave him quietly though the corners of his lips betray the nonchalance.

“There’s nothin’ better than havin’ a pretty bird's mouth wrapped about my cock.”

His words did the job, tingling from the base of your skull all the way to the very tips of your toes. His cock - a sight to see everytime. 

“Could you show me?” The question floats between you two like temptation and promise at the same time - how could he deny you, especially when your very view is laid upon him in such desire.

“You want to suck my dick, sweetheart?” His voice comes out a little more hoarse than before, already imagining your plush lips wrapped about his best piece.

A soft hum leaves you, anticipation coils low in your gut. “Please.” The words leave you in nothing louder than a whisper, impossibly quiet and yet so compelling that Sirius has no will other than fulfilling your request.

He snuffs the cigarette on the windowsill and flicks it into the dark of the night before he crosses the room to his bed in three strides. He sits on the edge of his bed, hair rumpled, shirt half-way unbuttoned like clothes are merely a suggestion to the young Black.

His hands undo the zipper of his trousers with steady hands, eyes darkened and lingering on you.

“Come here, love.” He whispers though the word sends sparks right down in between your legs. You waste no time to cross the room and stand between his legs, breath coming quick as his gaze lifts to you. His lips are damp and the craving reflecting in his storm grey eyes nearly makes your knees buckle. 

“Get on your knees for me, darlin’”

You don’t need to be told twice. He reaches into his undone pants and fishes out his already half-hard cock, the tip glistening with precome and the anticipation of your soft warm lips. He strokes himself one and twice before he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear with his free hand.

“Start with licks.” He whispers as his hand gently threads into your hair - not forcing but holding, grounding himself in this moment, in the pleasure to come.

You follow his lead and lower your head, your hands come up to brace on his thighs - he lets you. The first flick your tongue over the head elicits a sharp hiss and a soft tug at the roots of your hair from him and the very response fills you with confidence, with reassurance that you could break Sirius Black in the best way.

With newfound certitude you take the head of him between your lips and allow him further into your mouth, letting the tips of your teeth graze the tender flesh of his cock.

“Just like that, my sweet.” He whispers, voice ragged as he fists the sheets, his other hand withdraws from your hair to brace himself against the bed. Ever so slowly you take him further and further, right until the tip of his cock grazes the back of your throat - one of your hands reaches the base of his cock to cover what your mouth can’t take.

“Up and down.” He manages as your tongue flicks over the base and he can’t help the groan of pure pleasure escaping him. His head lolls back as his chest rises and falls rapidly.

You follow his instruction and start to bop your head, incorporating your hand in the steady motion. It doesn’t take long for Sirius to start thrusting into your mouth, his hips snap upwards unsteadily and desperate to chase his release and you let him.

You let him use your mouth, give him licks and grazes of your teeth to give him exactly what he needs.

His hips stutter soon enough, eyebrows drawn together as his climax rushes into his nervous system - sudden and unforgiving.

“Gon-…fuck..come in your mouth.” He manages but the words swim between the obscene sounds of his cock slipping in and out of your mouth and his moans.

Without warning, his hips lock - his head lulling back as a low groan rumbles from his chest and his cock pulses between your lips - spilling down your throat in unsteady but hot streaks.

He slumps back against the bed, chest heaving as your lips leave his dick with a soft plop.

“Bloody hell - you’re a natural.” The words carry faint amusement but he’s too exhausted for his usual cockiness. 

“Come here, sweetheart.” Sirius's hand reaches for you, gently pulling him onto the bed and helping you settle on top of him, straddling him enough to feel the very heat of your middle against his lower belly.

“Take your knickers off.” He whispers and the mere command makes your clit throb. You scramble to slip them off of yourself but the fabric just won’t budge, hooking around your thighs in an insistent band - Sirius, as impatient as he is, hooks two fingers in the fabric and promptly rips it apart.

“There she is.” He doesn’t hesitate to slip a finger between your glistening folds, circling the bud once - your breath catches, hands fisting in his sleeve for purchase. “Sirius-Sit on my face.” He commands, interrupting your plea as his hands already sneak around your thighs, gently pushing you towards his upper body.

You barely manage to catch yourself on the curtain draped over the headboard, fingers curling into the fabric as he pulls your hips downwards. A sharp hiss escapes you as he laps at your folds, sucking your clit.

“Shit..oh..fuck…” He hums contently as his muscle slips through your cunt like he was made for it, protruding past your entrance once - the action makes your hips buckle, roll slowly over his face - the very tip of his nose grazes your clit and you’re sure he’ll kill you like this - death by given head.

The coil in your lower belly tightens as he slips a finger into your cunt, curling it just right as his mouth keeps his assault on your clit, licking, sucking, nipping at the sensitive bud.

You’re close to seeing stars, close to ruining his beautiful face with your release, ready to give him exactly what he wants from you.

The tension snaps a second later, sharp and sudden and so marvelous it makes you keel over - clench your thighs around his head with a cry so wrecked and breathless he has to hold you up. When the spasms subside and you go limp, he shifts you to lay beside him, one leg draped across his belly in comfort.

“We’re really good at sex.” You mumble, one hand slowly tracing his tattoo. Sirius brushes a strand of sweat damp hair from your forehead.