FICLET: Hero Worship [S/R/Reg - NC-17]
Title: Hero Worship
Pairing: Remus/Sirius/Regulus
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It wasn’t so much a relationship as it was hero worship, what the three of them had together.
Authors Notes: many many thanks to irish_lily for the beta. This one is dedicated to roz_morgan for the inspiring request
Hero Worship
It wasn’t so much a relationship as it was hero worship, what the three of them had together. They would watch as Sirius unbuttoned his shirt, a lopsided smile on his face. Then inevitably one of them, usually Remus, would come forward to kiss him and slide the shirt down his arms and onto the floor. Regulus would usually watch them together for a few moments before shedding his shirt as well and joining them. He would creep up behind Sirius, so quiet he was, and then Sirius would feel skin again his back and an erection pushing against his arse through his trousers. Regulus would kiss Sirius softly, reverently, down his back. He would trail his tongue down Sirius’ spine and smile as Sirius arched into Remus, who would have fallen to his knees, still clothed.
Remus liked to be the one to undo Sirius’ flies and push his trousers down. He liked having that first glimpse of Sirius’ cock, standing at attention for him. Regulus would reach around to tease Sirius’ nipples from behind, but he wouldn’t let his hands wander down. He knew the unspoken rules; Remus liked to have the first taste.
Remus always took Sirius slowly into his mouth, worshipping his cock even as he sucked it. He would glance up, always eager for approval, and the sight of Sirius open mouthed and moaning was enough for him. Soon that mouth would be moaning into Regulus’ as they kissed open-mouthed. One of Sirius’ hands would be in Remus’ hair, the other cupping his brother through his pants. Remus would let Sirius out of his mouth slowly, letting his tongue get one last lick before moving away. Sirius would always whimper at the loss but not for long, because Regulus’ hands would be stroking him lovingly and gently almost as soon as Remus pulled away.
Remus would watch them greedily as he took off his clothing. Sirius usually pulled Regulus onto the bed in the Room of Requirement and would climb on top of him, grinning. Regulus would put up a fight, trying to get out from under Sirius, but they all knew it was an act and that Regulus loved, no needed, to be dominated. Remus always stroked himself lazily as Sirius finished undressing his brother. He bit his lip as Sirius bent to plant kisses down his brother’s cock. He knew this was the moment Regulus lived for, the moment where his hero was bowed before him, vulnerable but still in control.
Remus would hold off as long as he could before he’d climb onto the bed, running his hands down Sirius’ back so Sirius knew he was there. He would run the tip of his cock down Sirius’ back and between his legs, though never inside. He would then stare at Regulus, his eyes glinting with jealousy, and Regulus always got the message. Sometimes Regulus came with Sirius’ lips around his cock, but more often than not he held off until the next part. He would pull Sirius up, his hands in his hair. Sirius always kissed his brother wetly before turning and going to Remus on all fours.
Regulus watched as Remus lay on his back and spread his legs wide for Sirius. There was no mistaking what he wanted. In case there was, though, Remus always told Sirius what he wanted in a low gravely voice.
"God, Sirius… I want you inside me."
Sirius would ready Remus with his fingers while Remus kept talking, and it was often hard to tell who was getting off more from Remus’ dialogue, Sirius, Regulus or Remus himself.
Regulus always stroked himself as Sirius readied Remus, always loved what Remus said.
"I need more. Give me more."
"You’re such a slut," Sirius often said with a soft grin. "Such a whore, Moony."
"Mmm… But I’m your fucking whore," Remus always agreed. "Now fuck me. Please, Sirius, I need you… fuck me. Fuck me."
And Sirius always did, hard and rough. Regulus would inch closer and closer on the bed until he could see the sweat on his brother’s brow, could hear Remus’ harsh breaths. He would stroke his cock right over Remus’ body, where Sirius and Remus could both see. Usually he kissed Sirius while Sirius fucked Remus, and it was Sirius’ tongue more than anything else that brought him off, coming either on Remus’ chest or in Remus’ open mouth.
When he was spent he would sometimes lie and watch Sirius and Remus fuck. Sometimes he would stroke Remus to climax, but more often he would keep kissing Sirius, wishing he could feel his tongue forever. Sirius never said anyone’s name when he came, only profanity, but Remus always said Sirius’ name; whether softly or loudly, it was always Sirius’ name on his lips when he came.
Sirius always bent over to kiss Remus slowly before sliding out, come still dripping out of Remus’ arse onto the bed. Sometimes they would lie for a moment and share a laugh, but usually Sirius would be the first to get up after throwing smiles to both of them.
Regulus and Remus didn’t usually talk after he left, but both understood that they stayed to breath in his scent, still in the sheets, to run through the events in their mind once more; each to remember when Sirius kissed him, when he looked at him.
It wasn’t a relationship, it was hero worship, but it worked and that’s all that mattered.