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The air was thick with anticipation in the Marauders’ dormitory—minus Peter. Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and James Potter stood in a triangle, their gazes locked, a mixture of excitement and irritation in their eyes.
It’s been months since their relationship has taken a more… romantic route, but curse James’ and Remus’ hesitance. For weeks, Sirius kept teetering on the edge of the two boys’ boundaries. Sirius was exhausted from the constant worry that the two boys emitted, he wasn’t fragile for Merlin’s sake! Yes, he can take them both at the same time, gosh!
So, the ever-so-intelligent Sirius, in the past few weeks, dallied around those willing enough to flirt with him—which is many, predictably. Which…got him here.
With a knowing smile, Remus stepped forward looking down at the boy sitting in his bed. His fingers traced gentle patterns along Sirius' bare neck, eliciting a shiver from the dark-haired boy. “Is this what you wanted, then?”
Sirius tried to maintain his usual cocky demeanor, but the tension in the room was palpable. He glanced between Remus and James, realizing that his actions had ignited a fire he might not have been fully prepared for.
“You know the rules, yeah?” James asked, cocking his head as he looked down at the boy cowering at the two boys towering over him. Sirius nodded in agreement, making Remus and James scowl.
As Sirius noticed this, he remembered to verbally say everything. “First rule, erm, always speak when questioned. The second rule is if anyone's uncomfortable, speak out. Safeword’s Patriarchy.”
The first man to move was James, crawling himself towards Sirius’ behind, snuggling and kissing the pale neck. “Such a good boy, you are,” James murmured, licking and nipping Sirius’ neck as his hands traveled south, caressing everything while whispering praises.
Remus only rolled his eyes and placed his knee in between Sirius’ legs, staring at the boy in front of him with a predatory look, his intense glare raking over Sirius’ body in disapproval. “This is why he’s so spoiled, James.” Remus spat, flicking the nipple that was exposed as James took off Sirius’ uniform. The bronze-skinned boy only laughed as he bit Sirius’ shoulder, “How could I resist him, Moony? Look at him.” James glanced up from the neck he was attacking, his lust-driven gaze revering the kiss-swollen pretty boy.
Sirius moaned—the two boys knew him all too well.
“Can you two fuck me already—” slap
Silence loomed over them, two pairs of eyes stared at Remus, who just slapped Sirius. The two boys almost thought they had gone too far—If only James and Remus didn’t see the throbbing cock underneath Sirius’ slacks.
“Look at you, that slap was a punishment and that still aroused you. What a whore.”
Sirius whined, eyes looking up at Remus, he couldn’t help but feel he needed to please him—both of them, no matter what it took. “I—sorr— ah !” As he was just about to apologize, someone—he didn’t know who at this point—cast all their clothes to go and a cleaning charm inside his arse.
James closed the distance between himself and Sirius, his voice low and demanding. "Kiss me properly." His fingers tangled in the strands of Sirius' hair, pulling him into a fierce and possessive kiss. It was a kiss that held a silent promise—a demand to remind Sirius who he truly belonged to.
As they broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips, Remus' voice cut through the lusty atmosphere. "You’re our good whore, right?" His tone was soft yet commanding, his eyes locking onto Sirius' as if daring him to look away.
Sirius nodded hazily, lust bearing over his body, “Yes, s-sir. I’m your good whore.” James groaned, grinding his swollen dick against Sirius’ arse. Remus finally leaned in, taking the already puffy lips of Sirius Black. For once, Sirius didn’t even fight it, willingly giving in to Remus’ kiss, a sign of obedience.
James ran his fingers through Sirius' and Remus’ hair, his touch firm yet tender. The three of them moved in sync, their movements guided by a silent understanding that had developed over years of friendship and shared adventures.
As the intensity grew, Sirius broke the kiss, his eyes locked with Remus'. With a sultry smile, he stepped back, reaching for his wand that lay on the nearby table. The stiff wand’s tip slid inside the puffy pink rim of his anus, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity up his spine.
As Remus murmured an incantation, Sirius moaned, the feeling of his arse so empty and sticky while James kept whispering praises as he nipped and played around Sirius’ jaw, his hands playing with every inch of his body was too much stimulation for him.
Must he keep waiting for their pricks? Why torture him? He’s been a good boy, hasn’t he? Sirius thought between the lust-filled voices inside his brain.
By now, Sirius was just a grumbling mess, whispering incoherent words that the two boys did and didn't understand.
"What is it, love? What does my favourite slut want?" James asked, his voice oh-so-sweetly flowing through his body as his throat bobbed against Sirius' shoulders.
The pale boy grasped Remus' bicep and pulled weakly, his other hand touching the moving hands of James Potter. "Wa—hhm... Ngh" Sirius groaned, eliciting a smirk and a chuckle.
"You can do much better than that." Slap
"We need your words, my sweet prince." Squeeze
Remus took hold of Sirius' naked prick and started stroking, the rough, scarred hand making him moan harder. Sirius' thighs convulsed, the pleasure being equal to the pain of a pace so fast. "Speak," Remus commanded.
Hands reached over Remus' hand, trying to lessen the pressure that Remus was given, only to be stopped by James' hands. "What did he say? Tsk tsk ." James scolded, his tone teasing.
"I—cock.. hgn —please!"
And the bloody tosser Remus, replied, "Cock? Do you understand the whore, Prongs?" Remus feigned ignorance, his hand setting a faster pace, making Sirius' head thrown back. The second twat, James, also acted confused, "No, love. Can you repeat that?" James asked as he twisted Sirius' already hardened nipples, his other hand playing with his wet anus, James' cock adding to the pressure on his bum.
" Gods —"
"Oh my, love. Has he lost it?"
"I believe our names are Remus and James, whore ."
"Although God is just as fine, after all, we take such good care of you. Right, my prince? " James purred.
"I-I need— ah -your— your cock —" Sirius orgasmed as James' cock easily slid inside Sirius' slimy arse. Remus' hands scooped some of the release and licked it, humming as he stroked his prick.
"How is he, Jamie?" Remus inquired, eyes scattering all over the two boys with James grinding shallow thrusts as Sirius' thighs, cock, and body quiver and twitch from overstimulation.
Sirius felt James' tongue drag across his neck "So fucking good ." James groaned, hands pressing down Sirius' hips.
Remus only stood and watched, his hand on his cock. Time seemed to lose its meaning as the three of them chased their pleasure of sensation and connection.
The overstimulated boy could only groan and moan as James took whatever he wanted, Sirius' body limp and exhausted from all the acts they did.
And fuck did it feel good. He's been waiting for this, he's been waiting for the two boys' potential to just fuck him till he can't walk, and Gods did it feel good.
James grunted one last time until he pulled out and winced, his eyes glancing over at Remus. Their connection was so profound it was as if their actions seemed to be choreographed beforehand.
Sirius let out a hum of confusion as the two boys' positioned him elsewhere he could not determine, he was too spent for this. Sirius groaned, Were they done already? He expected something better, like, longer and more— oh.
Someone grabbed the back of his thighs and pushed him, almost folding him in half. His eyes immediately opened to see Remus lining himself towards Sirius' hole, smirking with that handsome scarred face of his.
"You want to take both of us, right?"
Sirius gulped, his voice already coarse from the screaming and moaning, "N- yes …" Remus smiled approvingly— finally. A hand caressed his jaw and gently pushed them apart— James. "That's good, we'll use you well, my love." James purred, smiling lovingly at the boy underneath him as he positioned himself on Sirius' side, prick playfully touching Sirius' open mouth.
Sirius blushed as his vision started to come down from his last orgasm, his cock slowly hardening again.
"We'll grant you that, but we won't touch your cock," Remus explained, caressing Sirius' thighs with his thumbs "You'll have to fend for yourself in that matter." James finished, a cocky grin on his face as he slapped his prick on Sirius' lips mischievously.
With one swift movement, the two pricks entered him from both holes. The room by now was only filled with the echoes of their lust and passion. Remus rammed himself with no hesitance left in his body—only the wandering eyes focused on Sirius’ face, constantly searching for any sign of discomfort. James was no different, his eyes pinned on solely Sirius, pining his jaw open with his hand, the other stabilizing himself on the headboard of his bed as he fucked himself inside the warm haven of one of Sirius’ holes.
Sirius couldn’t even whimper as they kept moving ruthlessly. In, out, in, out —Sirius didn’t know how long they kept going, all his body knew was the constant penetrating inside his mouth, his spent cock slightly bouncing as Remus wrecked his arse while James forced himself inside his mouth; his nose taking shallow breaths, breathing in the musky and a tangy faint smell of James’ sweat.
Their breaths mingled, their heartbeats synchronized, and the boundaries between them melted away. In this realm they had created, there were no restrictions, no inhibitions—only a raw, unbridled exploration of their deepest desires.
Their movements grew more urgent, Remus’ hips stuttering until he came, followed by James. The two boys didn’t pull out just yet, pulling out one last time and pushing back in to push their spend inside Sirius further, painting his inside with their spend.
They all collapsed on the much smaller bed, their breaths longing for air. Sirius slowly reached under his arse and felt the warm sticky cum gushing outside him, emitting a moan. All the cum inside him, the bites, marks, and the looming touches they gave all over his body made a permanent reminder of their bond.
And as the final whispers of the night faded away, they lay entwined, sated, and content, knowing that with the three of them together, nothing is too far to claim.