Lily brought her glass to her lips. It smelled of nothing and only tastes of Firewhisky, but the burn of it reminded her she’s alive, that she’s more than eyes and parched throat, that she had needs, desires. She reached for her wand and cast a few wordless spells to conceal herself. Not because she’s averse to being watched herself, but because she doesn’t want anything to disrupt this scene, to take their attentions from each other.

She recognized James’ expression, how fond he was of having people he loved straddling him, to feeling their yearning for him in between their legs and she knew exactly how Sirius was feeling. The world was narrowed and pinpoint to this man below him, pleasing him, tasting him, touching him, causing him to fall apart with your mouth, your hand, your body.

As Sirius slowly worked his way down James’ body with his mouth, his tongue and his teeth, Lily walked her fingers along the same trajectory, lingering where he did, paying attention to the same pieces of sensitive flesh on her body as Sirius did on James’. And when James moaned and whimpered, she felt it in her throat. When Sirius took James’ cock in his hand, stroking his thumb over the slitted top, Sirius’ growl was echoed in Remus’ throat.

Lily tore her eyes from the men on the sofa to look at Remus. He did likewise and his whole face radiated devotion and peace as he smiled at her. He looked completely relaxed, completely satisfied and he wasn’t touching himself at all, almost as if he was no longer aware he had a physical body. She admired his restraint and immediately stopped doing what she was doing with her fingers and the soft fabric of her knickers.

It could wait.

The boys across the room could not. James had been reduced to begging by Sirius’ tongue along the vein of James’ shaft. “Please, my love.”

Lily smiled. Lucky for them all she was a good sharer, first her husband, then his pet name for her. The spell was broken for a moment as Sirius looked at her. She nodded and echoed James’ plea. “Please, my love.”

Sirius licked his lips, smiled wickedly and Remus whimpered. For a moment, Sirius watched Remus as he took James into his mouth and hollowed his cheeks against him. Lily could feel Remus’ temperature rise and a bit of his serene gaze was shattered as he watched Sirius work his mouth up and down James’ cock.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” James chanted, fighting his hips’ urge to rise up and drive his cock deep down Sirius’ throat in his need to come. Sirius, sensing his hunger, took him deeper, sucked harder until James screamed his orgasm and Sirius swallowed it.

Neither of them heard or paid attention to the gasps from the other side of the room, or the approach of Remus, who barely allowed Sirius to remove himself from James before pulling him to his feet, thrusting his clothes at him.

“Thank you for having us,” he mumbled to the room in a rush of words. “Thank you for...uh…” he looked from James to Lily and back. “...everything.”

He grasped Sirius who was laughing too hard to get his clothes back on, but with a turn and a pop, they were gone.

Now it was Lily who was laughing. Laughing at Remus’ obvious need, at Sirius’ predicament and at James’ confusion, like he’d just come to and was completely disoriented.

“Wha…?”

Lily came to stand beside him, offering her hand. “You have no idea how beautiful you are when you’re coming apart, do you?”

“I am?” he asked, taking her hand and sitting up.

“You are. We enjoyed watching it from afar.”

He stood up. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she kissed him. “But now I want to watch close up.”

He kissed her, lifting her up with all the strength he had left. As she straddled her legs around his waist, he walked them to the bedroom. “As you wish,” he said between kisses.