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[FIC] Serious Seduction: James/Sirius
Originally Posted Here on 11 August 2006

Title: Serious Seduction
Recipient: marseverlasting
Author: worblehat
Pairing: James/Sirius
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Property of one JKR.
Notes: Done for the challenge at hp_summersmut for marseverlasting. I tried to hit as much of the prompt as I could, I hope it's close to what you wanted. Thanks to sionnain for the quick beta job!
Summary: A planned seduction of secrecy goes mostly to plan.
Word Count: 1,435




The blindfold is first. It slips around James' head easily, soft hisses of sound reaching Sirius' ears as he ties it - not too tightly, doesn't want to wake up James before it's set up.

Next are the ties. He's enough sense not to borrow from Remus, whose clothing is decent but not flashy; instead, he roots around in Peter's closet, looking for the extra-long tie that doesn't really fit Wormtail: a thin silver, easy to stretch tightly around James' hands. Sirius loops the fabric around the two loops he's conjured next to the bed frame.

He settles his hands on James' chest, which is bare beneath the pulled-up shirt. "Time to get up, Potter."

*

James wakes to a world of black. Has his vision gone this bad overnight?

No, no. There's something above him, something with -

Hands. It's fingers and caressing and teasing the small line of skin between his stomach and the waistband of his pajamas. Trying to remain calm, he lifts his head slightly. "Who - "

Lips. They're warm and rough, slightly chapped against his own. Then tongue and ohhhhhhh...

*

James' moan in his mouth vibrates deliciously in Sirius' throat and down his spine. Sharp tingles spread out over his skin, his fingers growing tensed in anticipation. He pulls back, looking down at swollen lips, hearing the rushed panting of breath. Smiling wickedly, he rolls his hips against the growing erection beneath him, brow raising as he watches James' expression.

*

Something is holding his hands spread far apart. His fingers grip empty air, unable to touch anything else. James' mind works furious to try and recognise the smell, taste - anything - of the captor above him. Whoever it is, it's got to be someone who knows him well enough to blindfold him first. Someone would get a kick out of watching him try to work out whom it could be.

Someone whose cock was pressing insistently against his own.

*

Sirius can see the exact moment when the thought of "well, it's not Lily" crosses James' mind. He fights the urge to chuckle, not wanting to give up the game just yet. Shifting his weight, he spreads out on top of James, using one hand to support himself. He looks at the restrained body in undisguised pleasure.

Fingers outstretched, he runs the palm of his hand along James' taut stomach; moves it up higher, against James' arm, to one of his bound hands. James fingers clamp on, then loosen their hold as Sirius' thumb runs between them, calming and arousing at the same time.

*

Fingers in his hand, palm rubbing against his, tracing sensual lines back and forth. James' breath hitched when his bonds tightened. He could feel the person's smirk against his cheek, just before he felt a light kiss. James flushed at the quiet gentility.

Slowly, he turned his head, raising his lips upward, almost in offering. Seconds passed, unbearably slow, and then the mouth was back on his again, tongue thrust inside, the hunger of the kiss satisfyingly vulgar.

*

He works on sliding out of his own sleeping clothes, pulling down James' bottoms just enough to wrap one strong hand around James' cock. He strokes up and down, grinning as James thrusts upward, into the motion. Sirius rubs against James' leg, pre-come spilling against the small expanse of revealed skin. The bonds squeak, James' frustrated attempts to touch making them pull more tightly.

"Relax," whispers Sirius. Keeping one hand on James, he sits up, positioning himself between James' legs. He pulled on the legs of James' pajamas, whisking them off in a way that makes James groan, perhaps in pain. Sirius doesn't really care just then. He shifts back onto the bed, behind James, one leg sliding between James, gently steering him backward so that is he is half-resting on top of Sirius. With one swift move, he eases apart James' legs further, using his hand to rub the tip of his cock against James' entrance.

*

James can't help but squirm now. He knows it can only be possibly be one of two people, and he doesn't think the second is quite this forward, even with his patterned moonlight transformations. When the person bends low, kissing James' neck, he breathes in.

Mmmmm.

*

Sirius doesn't waste time: he prepares James quickly, coating his length and pressing in. James' leg hangs sideways over his as he begins to guide his cock inside the tight hole, breathing harshly, his hold on James' hip starting to bruise the pale skin. It takes a few tries, a few shallow thrusts and Sirius feels his cock slide all the way in. James leans forward; Sirius holds him close, hand on James' chest, steadying him.

When James' nods, Sirius feels a slight thrill, a tremor in his chest and stomach; he pulls out slowly, out to the tip. He watches James' lips, his hand tightening on James' chest when he sees the soft, pink tongue roll over the bottom, white teeth sinking in in anticipation.

He pushes back inside, moving slowly at first, wanting James' body to adjust. His nails scratch down James' chest, digging in when he hears James' soft urging of "harder."

*

There's no restraint now, just the feel of him sliding in and in and in again, James' body over-warmed and alive. He bends his body into it, eyes closed behind the darkness of the blindfold. He gasps in surprise when he feels one hand wrapping around his cock, stroking in an odd, uncontained rhythm, sliding James backward against each thrust, against each movement inside his body. It hurts and pleasures at the same time, and James closes off his sensations: only listens for the moans behind him, only pays attention to the touch of skin in and around him.

*

Sirius bites, bites hard and growls as he comes, wrapping his leg around James and holding him as close as he can. He pushes in deep, deep inside, the undercurrent of "mine" wracking his body. His body pulses, warm-wet heat filling James in thick spurts. It's a struggle to keep stroking so he stops, moaning against James' neck through the last of his orgasm.

His hands move as soon as he feels the last flush of lust slip from his body to James, and he strokes, fingers curling, lips sucking at the now-bruised circle on the base of James' neck.

*

It's too much...

James is louder when he comes, small spasms flooding his body. He comes all over the hand on his cock, the determined lips on his neck elongating the rushed-hot feeling of orgasm. He cries out, a name on his lips, surrounded by freed words of sated desire.

*

"Fuck, Sirius...fuck...oh god, Sirius..."

Sirius shudders at unexpected cry.

*

Grey eyes look down into dilated green ones, a hint of a smirk on the slightly chapped lips. "You knew it was me?"

James chuckles. "You shouldn't have been so bloody obvious." Sirius frowns and James can see the wheels turning, the mind going over what could possibly give him away. "It was the smell," he explains.

"Smell?" repeats Sirius blankly.

"Er...scent then," says James, his cheeks colouring.

Sirius' trademark, self-satisfied look lines his face. "You know my scent?" James looks away with a muttered "...yes." Sirius rolls him back over. "So what do I smell like?"

James glares; Sirius can be really annoying when he wants to - and even sometimes when he doesn't. "You smell like...I don't know. Like..."

Sirius strains closer, his grin almost maniacal as he waits for his answer.

"...like washed dirt," finishes James plainly.

A thump on his stomach makes James swear in pain as he's pushed away in mock anger. "You really know how to build a bloke up," grumbles Sirius.

James laughs and wraps his hands around Sirius' middle, holding him close and pressing a soft, wet kiss to his neck the way Sirius likes. "Don't be mad, puppy," he teases.

"Call me that again and I'll elbow you where it's sticky."

James cuddles closer, closing his eyes: remembering the kiss on his cheek, the intimacy it stirred in his chest. He rubs his cheek slowly against Sirius', his lips tasting the warm heat, and he kisses Sirius.

"You're good at that," mumbles Sirius.

"I know."

"Do me a favour?"

"Hmm?" James watches Sirius' face, noting the almost-hidden smile, the playfully dog-like desire for attention.

"Do it again."

"Okay."