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“Come, Sirius,” Orion beckoned with a smile, “Come sit on Papa’s lap.”
A fierce blush on his face, Sirius waddled over. With a sharp glance over his shoulder, Sirius lowered himself into position, Orion’s large hands steadying him as Sirius’ body opened to accept Orion.
Sirius’ bottom met Orion’s hips with a soft moan.
“Good boy,” Orion whispered, kissing Sirius’ neck softly. “Now stay just like that, Papa just wants to feel you.”
Never one for staying still, Sirius squirmed in his lap, fighting the urge to grind onto Orion’s cock, to chase his own pleasure with his father’s body.
Orion’s warm hands pet over Sirius’ bloated belly, where their second child grew, he was barely showing, only a couple of months in. Sirius tried his best to stay still, to warm his Papa and to not focus on the way his cock filled him so well.
Sirius took deep and even breaths to distract himself from Orion’s dizzying touch. His papa seemed annoyingly fine, sipping coffee and idly flipping through the newspaper while driving Sirius out of his mind. Moving his hips subtly, he tried to find it, tried to press Papa’s cock against that perfect spot inside him.
“Sirius,” Orion warned, his voice gravelly and low. Sirius stilled, muttering a quiet apology. Doing his best, Sirius leaned back into Orion, making himself as comfortable as he could, Papa was known to stretch out his time during breakfast, sometimes just to torture Sirius.
Closing his eyes, Sirius dozed a bit, this pregnancy was going significantly better than his last, back when he was still fighting his role as Papa’s wife. Papa had tried to take care of him as best he could but Sirius had put up a fight, determined to be a menace.
Their peaceful morning was broken by tiny footsteps stampeding into the kitchen, followed by the sound of high pitched screaming.
“Mama, mama,” Arcturus cried, barreling into the room holding his cheek. He ran to Sirius, burrowing his face into his apron clad stomach. “Al hit me!”
“I did not,” Alphard whined, following the older boy. His eyes were wide, panicked as he looked to Sirius. “Siri, I didn’t. I didn’t.”
Pulling his son to his chest Sirius pet the boy’s dark curls comfortingly, he really did look exactly like Sirius when he was younger. “What happened?”
At Sirius’ urging, Arcturus threw his head back and wailed. “Al hit me!”
Exasperated, Sirius looked down at the two toddlers. “Yes, as you’ve said, but why?”
Arcturus sniffled and turned away.
Suspicious.
Eyes flickering between the boys, Sirius sighed heavily, it was too early for this.
“Arcturus Regulus Black,” Sirius said calmly, slowly. The toddler stiffened at the use of his full name. “Answer me. What happened?”
It took a moment, but the boy sheepishly said, “Al was being boring. He didn’t want to play with me, he wouldn’t get up…”
“So…” Sirius prompted.
“So,” the boy paused, frowning nervously, “I pushed him out of Reggie’s bed.”
“Arcturus!”
Arcturus opened his mouth to defend himself, ready to lie if he had to, but Orion’s bold laughter cut through the mounting tension of the room. Leaning around Sirius to look at his young sons he shifted, pulling Sirius with him, giving him a stark reminder that Orion’s cock sat deep within his cunt.
Sirius choked back a moan. And then another as Orion began to move Sirius on his lap, grinding him back onto Orion in the guise of adjusting their position.
“You truly are just like your mama, always causing trouble,” Orion smiled, unbothered, before his face turned stern. “I hope you recognize now that your actions have consequences, not everyone is as forgiving of your bad behavior as your mama. Alphard was well within his rights to retaliate after you threw the first punch.” Arcturus nodded sadly. “Good. Now, apologize to your brother.”
Looking thoroughly scandalized, Arcturus stumbled through an apology, pouting the entire time. Clearly, apologizing was the last thing that he wanted to do.
Alphard looked incredibly smug, the smirk on his face had Regulus all over it.
The boys soon got over their short skiff, as they always did, and set to destroying the kitchen in search of breakfast.
Alphard and Arcturus were too young to understand, but they had been caught plenty of times, Orion not shy about his love for his boys. He was also not willing to give up how often or how much he filled his boys.
“No, Papa, they’ll see,” Sirius turned to complain, his hand braced on the table in front of him, knuckles white. Their table top sat high enough that if the boy’s weren’t paying attention, they wouldn’t see a thing; something that Orion took advantage of. Often. Riling the boys up during dinner with wandering hands working small cocks, bringing them right to the edge and then pulling away, only to repeat this process again and again. By the time dinner ended, there was a pool of slick in their chairs, and evidence of their first release staining Orion’s hands.
Orion kissed his cheek and gave a particularly hard thrust. “Let them see. I’m not ashamed of the way that I love you.”
Biting his lip, Sirius melted, he held his moans in and let himself be used. Orion wasn’t hiding it, his breaths coming fast as he worked himself up in Sirius’ tight cunt, relishing the feel of his son’s small bump. He’d missed the feel of a well bred boy under his hands.
A groan slipped from Sirius’ lips when Orion cupped his cock through the cloth of the apron, creating a delicious friction. At Sirius’ quiet plea, Orion slipped his hand under the fabric and stroked the boy’s cock in time with his thrusts.
“Oh, Merlin,” Sirius grit his teeth and pushed forward, fucking Orion’s fist. “Please, please. Oh, Papa, please.”
“What are you doing to Mama?”
That got both of their attention. Arcturus and Alphard had stopped wreaking havoc and stood at their side, looking up at them. Alphard was gripping the back of Arcturus’ shirt in his tiny fist, nervous.
Orion gripped Sirius by the back of the neck, keeping him from bolting off his cock and hummed thoughtfully, but didn’t slow his hips. “I’m showing him how much I love him.”
“It looks painful,” said Alphard, worried.
“Why don’t you answer them, love, is it painful?”
Sirius shook his head and gasped. He was close. So close. Fighting through the haze of pleasure he choked. He hoped the boys wouldn’t remember this. “No, no, don’t worry, my darlings, it doesn’t hurt. Feels good, so good.”
Orion bit his earlobe. “That’s right, love, I’m also feeling good.” He turned his attention to the boys. “I’m sure Mama is happy that you worried for him, but why don’t you go ask Kreacher to get you something to eat now.”
They agreed happily and pranced off in search of the old elf. They came back a moment later, with Regulus in tow behind their small gang. His long flowing see-through black robe sweeping behind him, his belly bulging beneath the fabric. He gave them a knowing smile but dutifully didn’t comment, simply went about helping prepare the boys breakfast, ignoring Sirius as he got fucked at the kitchen table.
Joining them, the five sat at their family table, three munching away and chatting happily, Regulus was doing a wonderful job at keeping the boys distracted.
He tried to stay quiet, but Sirius’ eyes rolled into the back of his head and he lost his mind more and more with each thrust.
“Come on, Mama,” Orion panted in his ear. “Come with me.”
As always, Sirius obeyed. He spilled into Orion’s hand and burned as Orion’s warm seed filled his belly. He stayed firmly planted on Orion’s cock for the rest of breakfast, only letting it slip out after Kreacher had taken the boys elsewhere. Seed dripped down his shaking thighs.
Teasing him, Regulus scooped it up and pushed it back into Sirius’ sloppy hole. “Maybe we need to get you a plug so you’ll stop leaking all over the floors every day.”
Much to Sirius’ horror, Orion considered the idea. But he quite liked seeing his seed dribble from his boy’s holes at all hours of the day.
・・・
To escape the dreary weather in London, Orion whisked his family away to their manor in the French countryside for the summer. The sprawling hills in every direction and no nearby neighbors gave them a freedom that Grimmauld Place didn’t.
The warm weather lifted inhibitions, not one strip of cloth concealed his boys’ skin from Orion’s gaze as they walked the halls of the manor free and bare. Pale skin and rounding bellies on display.
Pouring himself a drink, Orion joined his boys by the pool where they lay relaxing on a king sized daybed under the shade of a canopy. Regulus was flipping through one of their books from the library and Sirius was tucked on his side, dozing.
He pressed a quick kiss to the sleeping boy’s forehead, and then another to his belly, careful not to wake him, before moving towards Regulus who welcomed him easily, shifting to make room for Orion to tuck into his side.
Orion pet over Regulus’ belly, his large hands . He was further along than Sirius, though not even halfway through, his spoiled boy had gotten tired of waiting, of feeling empty. His boy had been swapping his routine potions to stave off a pregnancy for the ones that aided his fertility, and only after he was at his peak, cunt dripping wet did he come to Orion and demand for him let his seed take root in Regulus’ womb once again.
“It’s been over a year, Papa,” Regulus had said, glaring up at Orion as if daring him to argue. “I’ve waited long enough.”
Never having been able to say no to his youngest, Orion humored him. Whisking him away to their bedroom and rutting into his body for hours, until Regulus was left a drooling mess, clawing at the bedsheets, barely able to hold himself on his hands and knees anymore. Orion hadn’t minded, he was content to fuck his boy unconscious. If Regulus wanted another heir in his womb, Orion was happy to give it to him.
Even as Regulus sank into the mattress, bones like jelly, Orion never stopped. His cunt stretched around Orion’s girth well into the morning hours. For nearly a week after, Regulus had not gone two hours without Orion bending him where he found him and riding his cunt full.
They had been caught many, many times, in all positions, all over the house.
Like before, his seed had caught quickly.
Regulus rounded sooner than he did with Alphard, showing his pregnancy early. Orion adored it. He’d taken every opportunity to run his hands over his boy’s distended belly, enjoying the way his beautiful boy’s body swelled with their second child.
Sirius had followed a few months after, not wanting their boys to be too far apart.
Regulus wore his breeding well, prancing happily around the manor, tempting Orion at every turn. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He’d rutted into Regulus more after he started swelling than he had when he was trying to get the boy to catch. Regulus often couldn’t keep up, his body tiring easily as it dedicated its energy to the child in his womb.
He’d often begged for a break, for Siri to take his place, his cunt sore from constant use but Siri too was left exhausted. Siri had lain flat on his stomach in the middle of their bed, exactly where Orion had left him, legs spread so Regulus could see the slick of their Papa’s seed inside Sirius’ cunt, his puffy hole winked up at him, the muscle so gaped.
And yet Papa hadn’t been finished.
When Regulus had finally milked Papa’s seed into his cunt, he’d moved to push back inside Siri. The oldest had whimpered, but didn’t fight it. Papa stayed seated in Siri’s cunt until he grew hard again and again and again.
Regulus squirmed under his fingers as Orion traced patterns on his belly, the summer sun had given his pale skin a new glow.
“Papa, that tickles,” Regulus complained mildly as he tried to focus on his book.
“Apologies, my love,” said Orion, not sorry at all. His fingers trailed lower, past his swell and between the cleft of his cheeks. Regulus’ breathing hitched, goosebumps breaking out over his skin, and still he tried to pretend his focus was absorbed in his book.
Smiling to himself, Orion played, rubbing his fingers in slow circles around the rim of Regulus’ cunt, in no hurry to breach the muscle. The boy was, of course, still loose from when Orion had taken him that morning in his study, where Regulus had brought him a cup of tea and then proceeded to distract him from his work for hours. He’d sunk down on Orion’s cock and rode him until his legs were shaking.
Regulus squirmed under Orion’s ministrations, the teasing bringing a familiar heat to his belly, his cock filled and pushed his hips down to try and take his Papa’s fingers.
Tutting quietly Orion withdrew, just enough to keep his fingers from sinking into the boy’s heat. “Now, now, my love, don’t do that. I’m not here to distract you, keep reading your book, ignore me; it’ll be like I’m not even here.”
Orion was sure Regulus rolled his eyes, but like the obedient boy he was, he tried to do as Orion said.
With not a care in the world, Orion ran his hands over Regulus’ body, over every inch of pale skin. Nipping at the soft tissue of Regulus’ chest, Orion took one of his tits into his mouth, licking and sucking leisurely at the pink bud. Dribbles of sweet milk hit his tongue, Regulus didn’t have a lot to give, having already fed Alphard earlier, and Arcturus when the persistent boy had begged him for it.
Two fingers slipped into the loose muscle and Regulus keened, high and loud, and a small hand slid encouragingly into Orion’s hair. Slow and steady, Orion fingered his son, in no hurry to let him cum.
Pulling off the boy’s tit, Orion pressed a soft kiss to his swollen belly.
Regulus closed his eyes and basked in the pleasure that Papa was giving him. Soft and slow and warm.
“You look so beautiful like this, love,” Orion murmured, lips ghosting across stretched skin. “Such a good Mama.”
Chest heaving, Regulus preened, arching his back his legs fell open, giving Orion more access to his body. Humming appreciatively, Orion took advantage. Crowding further into Regulus’ space, plastering himself to his son’s side, he slipped more fingers into his cunt.
He worked his boy’s cunt leisurely, it could have been hours for all he cared, hot mouth torturing his sensitive tits, yet never giving him quite enough to get him close to the edge.
Regulus was losing his mind. He wanted to cum.
Throwing his head back Regulus pleaded, “Please, please Papa, I can’t anymore, I need you. I need you inside.”
Smirking, Orion cocked his head. “I don’t think you do.”
Shocked, Regulus froze, green eyes widening. “Wh-what? Why not?”
Nuzzling affectionately into his boy’s belly. “It was never my intention to fill you here, Regulus. This is meant to be a relaxing day for us both. I thought you’d enjoy a break since it’s what you’d begged for it not long ago.”
Regulus’ jaw worked silently, he didn’t know what to say to that. It was true that at the beginning of his pregnancy, Papa had fucked his cunt so raw it hurt to even walk, but he’d healed him right after he’d finished; applied a soothing salve even after his cunt had returned to virginal tightness.
He’d begged for mercy then, a break, but not now. Not when he’d only been filled once that day.
“Have you gone limp, Papa?” teased Sirius, appearing at Orion’s shoulder, crawling over him to peer up at Regulus. “Are you finally showing your age? Oh no, Reggie, whatever shall we do, Papa’s getting too old to satisfy us.”
Rolling his eyes, Orion chuckled, not rising to his son’s taunts. “I just don’t think our darling boy needs it today. He deserves a break, don’t you think?” Orion twisted his fingers deep inside Regulus’ cunt, jabbing at his pleasure spot.
The boy whimpered.
Sirius tilted his head thoughtfully, then almost shyly he asked, “If you don’t want him today, can I have him?”
Ignoring Regulus’ sad protests, he beckoned Sirius into a kiss, and agreed. “Such a polite boy, of course you can.”
Gripping Regulus’ thigh, Orion pulled it to his chest, spreading the boy and exposing him beautifully to the open air. Excited, Sirius scrambled between Regulus’ legs. It wasn’t often that they played like this, they had no need and no desire to rut into each other, nor to plant their seed there. They were never left wanting, so when they played alone, it was to bond, to feel close to each other, to convey their love for each other.
Regulus flushed under the attention of his Papa and brother.
Sirius buzzed with excited energy, he reached under his bump to fist his cock, hard and straining. He was ready.
Sweeping gentle fingers across Reggie’s high cheekbones, Sirius met his eyes.
“Use him well now, boy,” Orion said as Sirius rested the blunt tip of his cock to Reggie’s dripping cunt.
“Siri,” Regulus breathed quietly, wide green eyes blinking up at him, demure and innocent.
It was all the encouragement Sirius needed. He sank into Reggie’s heat easily, the soft wet walls of his cunt molding around him, sucking him in deeper. Moaning, Sirius began to roll his hips, gently at first, but quickly picking up speed; Reggie felt devine around him.
Their bellies bumped with each and every one of Sirius’ thrusts, the swell of them taking up all the space between them. Sirius put his hands on Reggie's belly, anchoring himself there by the feeling of his younger brother swollen with their Papa’s child.
Sirius groaned when the child kicked at his hands, Reggie’s skin going tight and bulging where the child was attacking from the inside. His brother panted underneath him, mouth open, a constant stream of moans escaped him as Papa latched back onto his tit, a large hand twisting the other nipple harshly.
“Papa, Papa please,” Reggie begged, his eyes rolling, searching for Orion. “I wan’ cum. Please. I wan’ cum. Papa!”
Narrowing his eyes, Sirius stilled. Reggie cried out at the loss of friction, he could feel his orgasm slipping further and further away from him. Tears of frustration leaked down his cheeks.
Orion turned to look at his oldest, curious as to why he would stop so suddenly.
Sirius glared at his brother, lips turned down in an adorable pout. Taking Reggie’s face in his hands Sirius pulled the younger boy toward him. “Papa? Papa? Is Papa the one filling your cunt now, Reggie? You shouldn’t be begging Papa to let you cum, you should be begging me!”
Orion raised his eyebrows, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He couldn’t lie, Sirius’ behavior surprised him, but it seemed his eldest wore anger well.
Sirius set a harsh pace, hips snapping into Regulus’ below him. His hand still gripping Regulus’ jaw, forcing the younger to keep their eyes locked as Sirius drove into his brother’s body.
Sirius’ cock couldn’t fill Regulus, not completely. Its length and girth paled in comparison to Orion’s, but that was to be expected with youth. Orion knew it, Regulus knew it; even Sirius knew it. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t force the younger boy to cum again and again and again on his cock.
Roused by the sight, Orion took his place behind Sirius, pressing his chest to the boy’s back. On instinct Sirius opened for him, arching his back and spreading his thighs to expose his furled pink hole, all the while never losing his rhythm.
Slick soaked his cunt, his hole was pliant under Orion’s fingers. He hadn’t used Sirius that day, electing to bend Regulus at the dining table over breakfast and take him for all to see instead of having Sirius warm his cock as he often did. So his oldest’s cunt would be virgin tight, ready to remold to the shape of Orion.
Wearing a wide smirk, Orion put the blunt tip of his cock to Sirius’ hole and with no warning, sunk in to the base. Sirius pitched forward, a shocked whimper slipping from his mouth.
The familiar stretch burned, it had been a long time since he’d felt it, the pain of being forced open with no preparation. He had missed it, in a weird way.
Now with most of his weight pressed into Regulus beneath him, Sirius struggled to move.
Orion punched into his body with a few of his own harsh thrusts. His boy felt heavenly, cunt walls hugging onto him, sucking on him the way only his boys could.
Regulus mewled, Orion’s movements pushing Sirius further into Regulus’ body. His face buried into Sirius’ neck, he blinked seductively up at Orion.
Placing a hand loosely on Sirius’ waist, he drew circles with his thumb. “What happened to all of your vigor, my little prince, all your anger and dominance? Are you going to move for Papa or are you going to stay still a boring little fuck toy?”
“H-hurts,” he gasped. Sirius couldn’t move, his cunt clenched around Orion, still trying to adjust to the burning pain.
“I know it does,” Orion cooed, “But it will pass.”
Regulus reached down from where he was clinging to his older brother, pale hand sweeping down his back and dipping between the globes of his ass. His fingertips brushed over where Sirius and Orion were connected, over Sirius’ tight rim; his fingers came away tinged in pink.
Bringing his fingers to his mouth, Regulus sucked his brother’s blood and slick from his skin, working each digit in his mouth, his dark eyes never leaving Orion’s.
Breathless, he leaned around Sirius and hungrily took Regulus’ mouth. Regulus moaned, right into Sirius’ ear as the older boy still struggled to adjust.
Sirius grunted when Orion grinded into him, pulling his boy’s hips back, impaling him on his cock and then pushing them forward, further into Regulus. Orion used his body like a toy until Sirius clenched around him and groaned. The stinging burn of the stretch gave way to the pleasure he felt, how full he felt with his Papa’s cock deep in his belly and how warm and safe Reggie felt around his own small cock.
He began to move on his own. Swinging his hips wildly, chasing more of the overwhelming pleasure that was washing over his body.
“There’s my good boy,” purred Orion, helping guide Sirius into a steadier rhythm. His boy’s bodies slid together, bellies bumping and grinding. “Keep going, just like that.” Orion closed his eyes and got lost in the feeling of his son’s body. “Good boy.”
Gasping loudly, Sirius flung his arm back, grappling for his Papa’s hand, after he found it he brought it around to plaster it to his lower belly. Orion furrowed his brows, and then let out a breathless chuckle when he felt Sirius’ tight skin move under his palm. It was the first time that they had felt the little heir move.
Sirius beamed at him from over his shoulder, excited and proud.
With an answering winning smile, Orion stroked his boy’s belly, and whispered, “There he is, our child. He chose a hell of a time to make an appearance.”
"So dramatic," said Regulus, giggling. He arched his back and nibbled on Sirius’ ear. “A true Black.”
Taking Regulus’ legs in his hands, Sirius pushed them further up, spreading his brother wider, giving him more space to swing his hips. He threw his head back and whimpered, Orion’s hand still on his belly holding him steady, he was so close. “Papa. Papa, please.”
“Papa? Papa?” Regulus mocked through a groan, Sirius’ cock shifting in his body to press just right in his cunt. “Is Papa the one you’re sticking your cock in, Siri? You should be calling my name.”
Sirius grit his teeth and gripped Reggie’s soaked cock tightly, pumping it roughly in time with the rhythm of his hips.
Keening, Reggie begged, “Yes, yes, please. I’ve waited so long. I wan’ cum. Siri. Siri, please.”
With only another few pumps he was spilling inside Reggie’s cunt and his brother into his hand.
Though his cock went limp in Regulus’s body, Orion’s continued thrusts kept him deep in his brother. The boy’s were panting, having no choice but to stay put and take it for as long as he wanted.
Falling into a sloppy kiss, tongues dancing and drool smearing across their faces, they comforted each other. Distracting themselves from the onslaught of pleasure that was quickly becoming too much.
“How beautiful my darling boys are,” Orion purred as Sirius’ cunt milked his seed from his cock. He shivered and fucked his boy’s wreaked cunt, drawing out his pleasure before letting his cock slip from his son’s body.
Sirius clenched around the air, feeling suddenly empty and cold, his cock finally falling from his brother’s body.
Globs of pink, blood stained seed dripped from his oldest’s ripped cunt. Orion would heal him up soon, it would be like nothing ever happened.
Smiling, Orion pressed a kiss to Sirius’ hole, laving his tongue over the loose muscle; the tangy iron of blood was strong on his taste buds. Against his son’s red rim, Orion praised them, “You did so well for me, my perfect boys.” He dug his tongue into his oldest son’s body to feel his cunt attempt to clench around him. “Papa’s so proud of you.”