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Title: Between You, Me and Her Pairing: Sirius/Lily, James/Sirius Rating: Porn
"What about James?"
Sirius doesn't get chance to answer before Lily's grabbed the front of his robe and flung him down onto the bed. She's on him, moving over him, bearing down on him, even as he's trying to catch his breath. When her nails rake his chest as she drags his robe off him, thin streaks of blood appearing on his pale skin, he hisses and catches her wrist. There's a moment when they catch each other's eye, a moment where it could all turn very nasty. Then she pulls free and smoothes a fingertip along his cheekbone.
"Accident," she says. "Now what about James?"
Sirius's lip curls up into a snarl, oddly out of place on his too-pretty face. His hand tangles in her hair and he jerks her head back sharply. Even though she gives a soft, pained noise, she doesn't struggle away from his mouth on her jaw and throat, but goes very still instead. His teeth leave faint red grazes.
"What about him?" Sirius whispers against her pulse.
"He's your best friend, isn't he?"
She might have said more but Sirius's hand is slipping between her thighs, fingers sliding into the gathering pool of heat between her legs. Her words break off into a gasp and a shiver goes down her spine. Studying her reaction with a smile, Sirius works his hand a little deeper, fingering her cunt with a touch that's hardly gently.
"I'll let you worry about James."
Her eyes snap to him and she grinds down onto his long fingers. Her hips roll as she rides his hand, her lower lip caught by her small white teeth. There can be no claiming accident when her lilac-painted nails sink into his shoulder. He grits his teeth and doesn't make a sound. She flicks her hair out of her eyes, long red locks fanning up and out from her flexing white spine. Sirius's other hand settles on the round of her hip.
"You want me then," she says.
It's as much statement as question. Sirius's fingers stop flexing and thrusting into her. He looks at her, lips parting and a dazed smile tugs at his lips. His hair falls into sweat-damp curls at the back of his neck and his eyes are wide, long lashes fluttering.
"You have to ask?"
Her mouth opens again, as if she does, but he pushes her down onto her back and the words become a startled breath instead. She looks up at him, knees pressed together and her breasts rising and falling with each quivering breath. When he ducks his head, sucks one of her nipples the colour of a ripe peach between his lips, suckling and teasing, she squeezes her eyes shut. His hand is stroking down the back of her thigh, smooth, soothing touching, but the intent is unmistakeable.
"Sirius… I don't think I can…"
"Shh," says Sirius, before swirling his tongue about her other nipple, his hair sweeping over her breasts. "I know what's too much for you. But you brought us to this."
"But that doesn't mean you can-"
He presses her thighs closed, hooking his arm under them and pushing her knees up to her chest. She frowns at the absurd position he's forcing her in to but she allows him to manhandle her body as he wants. Her cunt is all but hidden, even as her arse is exposed. His fingers are still glistening from being inside her and he smears her wetness over his cock.
"That better not be going where I think it's going," says Lily, one eyebrow raised.
Sirius flashes her a smile, the kind that makes nearly every girl he knows go weak and wanting.
"Trust me."
She takes one more look at him, his slender fingers circling his stiff cock as he leans over her, then closes her eyes and tilts her chin towards the ceiling in a gesture that could as easily be defiance as submission. An uncharacteristically tender look softens Sirius's face and he moves as if to kiss one of her knees. Then, instead, his thrusts his cock between her clamped-together thighs.
Her eyes fly open and her legs start to spread on instinct. All sweetness is gone from Sirius's expression and he roughly forces her knees back together, pushing them back to brush against her breasts, bending her in half.
"Keep them tight," he snarls, and pushes again.
The skin on the inside of her thighs is baby-soft and hairless. The thick redness of his cock is obscene against the paleness. But Lily understands, she understands. She clenches the muscles in her legs, twisting to bring her knees up higher, her hips rocking beneath him. Sirius ruts against her, between her thighs, his body curled over hers, until he comes, hard and messy, over her stomach.
She keeps her legs together until he pulls away and wrings the last of his come from his cock over her thighs and the soiled bed sheet. Then she lets her thighs part with a relieved sigh and sags back onto the bed. Sirius watches his come dribble down over her cunt.
"Why did you do this?" he says. "Were you jealous? Did you really believe I'd betray you?"
Lily's eyes go from half-hooded to fully alert. She stares at him then frowns and idly cups one of her breasts, flicking at the nipple with her thumb.
"I thought I did a pretty good job. How did you know?"
"I've been watching you longer than you've been watching her, Prongs."
James stops playing with his breasts and laces his hands behind his head instead, hands hidden in long red hair. Sirius smirks at the obvious dropping of the act.
"I've seen the way you look at her," James says.
"I'm looking for what you see in her."
James frowns again, Lily's mouth settling into a pretty pout, and he looks away. Sirius watches him, his expression torn, then he pushes forward and touches James's face. It's so light a touch James could easily ignore it, but he doesn't. He looks back at Sirius and is rewarded with the brush of lips against the corner of his mouth, still set in a pout.
"It must be very special, what you see," said Sirius. "You think it so worth keeping her, you were willing to let me fuck you. You never let anyone fuck you. But you would have let me, just to see if she was yours. That's why I look at her."
There's something in his tone, something wistful and almost pained, that wipes away the pout. He lifts a hand, small and perfectly-manicured, and lays it on Sirius's chest.
"I wouldn’t necessarily be the one getting fucked."
Sirius frowns even as he can't help from smiling. He drags his finger through the cooling puddle of his come and paints his name across James's belly.
"Even you can't fight gender, James. Girls are always the ones to be fucked. And while it's usually boys like you doing the fucking, you're not a boy like you right now. Therefore, you'd be the one getting fucked."
James sighs and reaches over to grab Sirius's watch from the bedside table. He looks at it then throws it down, turns back to Sirius with a smirk that is pure James, even as it curves Lily's pretty pink lips.
"Ah, sweet sweet Padfoot, I believe we have just enough time before the polyjuice wears off for me to give you a lesson in the Dominant Female."