more filth
For shaggydogstail. ♥ I'm sorry, I know you asked for James and Sirius (and not James/Sirius) and breaking noises, but James does like to play with the Black brothers, and so it's kind of Sirius/James, with mentions (of the porny variety) of James/Regulus. I'm thinking I need to castrate James before I'm allowed to write him again.
“Did you know I’ve had your brother?” James remarks conversationally, his hand wrapped around Sirius’ prick as he jerks him off maddeningly slowly. He allows a smirk to break through his impassive expression when Sirius’ mouth drops open and he feels him tense, half-way between desperate arousal and righteous (or perhaps jealous) fury.
“You shouldn’t let your mouth hang open like that, Padfoot. Someone might be tempted to put something in it.”
Sirius snaps at that and has James pinned to the wall by his throat, although his grip is loose and he’d look a damn sight more threatening if his cheeks weren’t so prettily flushed and his erection wasn’t pressing against James’ thigh.
James laughs cruelly; he was expecting at least a few inventive curses, but Sirius seems too angry (and aroused) to even speak. James feels immensely proud of himself.
“Oh yes. Had him in the prefects’ bathroom. Had him in the Room of Requirement too.”
He pauses; making sure that Sirius has no choice but to look him in the eye. "Did you know what a clever little cocksucker your brother is, Sirius?”
Sirius’ fingers twitch around his neck and James continues: he has never had much sense of self-preservation.
“He was a virgin, you know. Was. You wouldn’t believe how tight he was, Sirius. You should have heard the sounds he made when I first pushed inside him; God, you know I love those breaking noises.”
He knows he’s going too far, but no one does abject fury quite like Sirius, and James has never been one to back down from a challenge, especially one of his own making.
“And he’s so sweet when he comes, practically begging for it. You’d’ve never guessed it by looking at him, would you? Boy always looks like he’s got a broomstick up his arse. Well, at least now it’s my cock.”
Sirius is trembling now, and James thinks that it’s only a matter of time before he gets a punch in the face, but Sirius’ cock is still hard and wet and pressing against him; he wonders what’s getting Sirius off more: him or his brother. James has always had his suspicions about the Black boys, and his fair share of wet dreams, too.
“Have you ever seen your baby brother come, Sirius? You should: he’s so beautiful. We should bring him up here so you can watch him; I bet he’d even let you toss him off, and you want to, don’t you?”
His voice turns low and coaxing. “We could have him together.”
Sirius just makes a faint, mutinous noise and presses his cock against James’ hipbone, rocking into him and it makes James dizzy for a second, because he’s never brought Sirius this far before and he’s never seen him so desperate and furious and so fucking beautiful.
“How about it, Padfoot? Get your nasty little brother up here and play with him? You could make him suck you off while I fuck his pretty little arse, and he’s ever so good at it, you know.”
James tilts his head to one side. “I think he might even be better than you.”
That does it, and Sirius shoves him hard against the wall and drops to his knees, and James feels just the tiniest spark of guilt; still, it doesn’t last long when Sirius is looking like he’s going to bite his cock off at any second. James grabs a handful of Sirius’ hair and yanks him closer, and he wishes that he could have them both, because that would be perfection.
“Come on then: show me what you’re good for,” he sneers, with a sharp tug on his hair that causes Sirius to yelp in a most appealing manner, sounding so much like Regulus for a second that James has to check which Black he has. A muttered curse is all the warning that he gets before he’s lost for a moment because for all his talk about Regulus’ talents, Sirius is so sinfully perfect at giving head.
Not that it shuts James up, because there’s something far too delicious about spilling all the sordid little details of how and where he’s fucked Regulus; how he loves to tie him up, to bend him over his knee and spank him until he forgets what the word pureblood even means, and how much Regulus loves every single second of it.
“Have you ever heard your brother beg, Sirius? He does, you know. He’ll beg and plead and crawl, and you wouldn’t even think he was the same prissy little pureblood when he’s riding my cock and begging me to let him come, saying he’ll let me do anything I damn well please to him. And I do.”
He fucks Sirius’ mouth as he tells him exactly how Regulus looks on his knees, describes every little whimper and moan that he’s ever coaxed out of him, and how it feels to be inside him, to have him writhing under his hands.
It’s almost too much: one brother sucking him off whilst he thinks about the other, and he drags Sirius off him and pulls him up with his fist tangled in his hair for a desperate, bruising kiss. He has his hand wrapped back around Sirius’ heavy prick as he bites his throat, marking him as he has Regulus countless times before, because by rights they should both be his.
Sirius is breathtakingly beautiful when he comes, and James takes much delight in telling him how he compares to his brother. However, James considers himself a fair man, and he thinks that he must see them together in order to make the most accurate comparison. So he makes a plan.
“Did you know I’ve had your brother?” James remarks conversationally, his hand wrapped around Sirius’ prick as he jerks him off maddeningly slowly. He allows a smirk to break through his impassive expression when Sirius’ mouth drops open and he feels him tense, half-way between desperate arousal and righteous (or perhaps jealous) fury.
“You shouldn’t let your mouth hang open like that, Padfoot. Someone might be tempted to put something in it.”
Sirius snaps at that and has James pinned to the wall by his throat, although his grip is loose and he’d look a damn sight more threatening if his cheeks weren’t so prettily flushed and his erection wasn’t pressing against James’ thigh.
James laughs cruelly; he was expecting at least a few inventive curses, but Sirius seems too angry (and aroused) to even speak. James feels immensely proud of himself.
“Oh yes. Had him in the prefects’ bathroom. Had him in the Room of Requirement too.”
He pauses; making sure that Sirius has no choice but to look him in the eye. "Did you know what a clever little cocksucker your brother is, Sirius?”
Sirius’ fingers twitch around his neck and James continues: he has never had much sense of self-preservation.
“He was a virgin, you know. Was. You wouldn’t believe how tight he was, Sirius. You should have heard the sounds he made when I first pushed inside him; God, you know I love those breaking noises.”
He knows he’s going too far, but no one does abject fury quite like Sirius, and James has never been one to back down from a challenge, especially one of his own making.
“And he’s so sweet when he comes, practically begging for it. You’d’ve never guessed it by looking at him, would you? Boy always looks like he’s got a broomstick up his arse. Well, at least now it’s my cock.”
Sirius is trembling now, and James thinks that it’s only a matter of time before he gets a punch in the face, but Sirius’ cock is still hard and wet and pressing against him; he wonders what’s getting Sirius off more: him or his brother. James has always had his suspicions about the Black boys, and his fair share of wet dreams, too.
“Have you ever seen your baby brother come, Sirius? You should: he’s so beautiful. We should bring him up here so you can watch him; I bet he’d even let you toss him off, and you want to, don’t you?”
His voice turns low and coaxing. “We could have him together.”
Sirius just makes a faint, mutinous noise and presses his cock against James’ hipbone, rocking into him and it makes James dizzy for a second, because he’s never brought Sirius this far before and he’s never seen him so desperate and furious and so fucking beautiful.
“How about it, Padfoot? Get your nasty little brother up here and play with him? You could make him suck you off while I fuck his pretty little arse, and he’s ever so good at it, you know.”
James tilts his head to one side. “I think he might even be better than you.”
That does it, and Sirius shoves him hard against the wall and drops to his knees, and James feels just the tiniest spark of guilt; still, it doesn’t last long when Sirius is looking like he’s going to bite his cock off at any second. James grabs a handful of Sirius’ hair and yanks him closer, and he wishes that he could have them both, because that would be perfection.
“Come on then: show me what you’re good for,” he sneers, with a sharp tug on his hair that causes Sirius to yelp in a most appealing manner, sounding so much like Regulus for a second that James has to check which Black he has. A muttered curse is all the warning that he gets before he’s lost for a moment because for all his talk about Regulus’ talents, Sirius is so sinfully perfect at giving head.
Not that it shuts James up, because there’s something far too delicious about spilling all the sordid little details of how and where he’s fucked Regulus; how he loves to tie him up, to bend him over his knee and spank him until he forgets what the word pureblood even means, and how much Regulus loves every single second of it.
“Have you ever heard your brother beg, Sirius? He does, you know. He’ll beg and plead and crawl, and you wouldn’t even think he was the same prissy little pureblood when he’s riding my cock and begging me to let him come, saying he’ll let me do anything I damn well please to him. And I do.”
He fucks Sirius’ mouth as he tells him exactly how Regulus looks on his knees, describes every little whimper and moan that he’s ever coaxed out of him, and how it feels to be inside him, to have him writhing under his hands.
It’s almost too much: one brother sucking him off whilst he thinks about the other, and he drags Sirius off him and pulls him up with his fist tangled in his hair for a desperate, bruising kiss. He has his hand wrapped back around Sirius’ heavy prick as he bites his throat, marking him as he has Regulus countless times before, because by rights they should both be his.
Sirius is breathtakingly beautiful when he comes, and James takes much delight in telling him how he compares to his brother. However, James considers himself a fair man, and he thinks that he must see them together in order to make the most accurate comparison. So he makes a plan.