Their Little Secret

Sirius can’t see James. But, oh, he can feel him.

The room is dark. The moon shines bright in the night sky outside, but the heavy curtains on the windows shut out its pale light. The darkness makes it that much more exciting, arousing, erotic. Not being able to see what is coming next thrills Sirius. Not being able to see where James’ hot mouth is going to touch him next puts him on edge, makes his heart race and his skin perspire. Each touch, some as soft and gentle as a simple kiss and others hard and fierce sends ripples of pleasure from the very spot that is touched to his prick.

Sirius wants to gasp, wants to whimper, wants to utter James’ name as their limbs entwine and their naked bodies press together. He wants to, but he can’t. No, this is their little secret; James coming to Sirius in the dead of night, while Remus and Peter sleep, oblivious to what goes on behind the thick drapes that surrounds Sirius’ bed. James comes to his bed and plucks his glasses from his face and quietly places them on the side table. He climbs onto him, as quiet as a mouse, and presses his finger to Sirius’ lips to shush him before warm, dry hands meet his heaving chest and hot, moist mouths meet in a heady kiss. Their tongues then snake and slither over each other and their pricks, hard and pulsing, press together. Hips rock rhythmically and legs entangle. Sheets rustle and the bed springs creak quietly as they explore each other’s bodies, clothing peeled off and discarded to the floor.

Sirius, as James presses kiss after hot kiss down his front, threads his fingers into James’ hair and arches his back, his lips parted as he breathes fast and deeply. He feels James’ sultry tongue trace slick circles and lines over his chest, gliding over his erect nipples and tasting his skin.

God, James is so good with his mouth. Those lips, soft and supple, caress with such passion. Each stroke of his tongue and each balmy exhalation of his breath is as sharp and crisp as an electric shock to Sirius; in the dark, not being able to see accentuates everything. He bites back a moan as James descends on him, his lips zigzagging down to his throbbing sex. James almost reaches it, his chin brushing against the weeping tip of Sirius’ cock and—

He pulls away. Sirius claws at James’ hair frantically, desperate to feel that hot, humid mouth envelop his pulsing length. He feels a firm hand slide over the curve of his hip and fingers dig into his flesh. James tugs him firmly, urges him to roll over. The sheets rustle again as Sirius shifts from his back on to his front. He buries his face into his pillow, clutching it tightly.

His skin crawls. There is silence. There is no movement. There is nothing but the sound of James’ quick breath. Sirius writhes on the bed, grinding his prick into the mattress beneath him. Every hair on his body stands on end as he waits and yearns to feel James’ hands or lips meet his skin. He moans softly into the pillow and—

James’ lips touch his back. Sirius gasps and his muscles twitch where the boy is kissing him. Soft, feather light kisses are placed delicately over his skin. He feels James’ hands glide over his hips and he arches his back as James’ thick, heated prick presses against the cleft of his buttocks. Sirius pushes his arse hard to the boy’s cock. It wedges between his cheeks and the hot shaft slides over his entrance as James begins to trace a warm, moist line with his tongue down the centre of Sirius’ back.

Sirius gasps into his pillow again. James is going lower, lower, stopping occasionally to lick around a knotted bump in Sirius’ spine. His breath hitches in his throat as James reaches the small of his back and slowly, teasingly slides his hands from his hips to the swell of his arse. He feels James grip his buttocks firmly and massage them. James’ thumbs press into the soft flesh and he gently pushes his cheeks apart.

Sirius’ breath increases as James trails a line with his tongue down to the tip of his behind, where the cleft of his arse begins, and Sirius arches his neck. He glances over his shoulder, though he can’t see anything; only inky darkness. “James—“

“Shh!” He feels warm breath billowing over his buttocks as James kisses him, presses his lips gently down, down, down. James slides his tongue out and glides it within Sirius’ crevice. The moment the thick, moist tongue touches his entrance, Sirius throws his head back and gasps loudly. He can’t help it; he just can’t. That feeling, that sensation of James’ tongue flicking over him there is exquisite, sending ripples of arousal to his sex.

James licks again, slowly. He does it again. And again. And again. He is licking, lapping like cat laps up milk. Each slither of his tongue is teasing, as if he is relishing the taste of Sirius like he would a sweet, succulent desert. James presses his face in, nuzzling Sirius, closing his lips over his entrance and he circles his tongue around it before pressing his slick muscle against him, entering him slowly.

Oh, Sirius buries his face back into his pillow and he clamps his teeth down on the padded fabric to bite back a cry of pleasure. James breaches him, in and out, in and out, in tiny, unhurried thrusts. Sirius pushes back against James’ mouth, wanting more, wanting it deeper. He curls his toes and flexes his feet as James urges his tongue further into him. He draws out. He thrust back in; draws out, plunges in.

Sirius’ cock throbs. Oh, it pulses against the mattress. He feels James pull away for a moment, an agonisingly long moment, and the boy’s hands curl over his hips and grip them. James tugs him, pulling Sirius to his knees. James moves swiftly back down, pushing Sirius’ buttocks apart and he buries his face back in, sealing his lips over Sirius’ entrance.

Sirius lets out muffled, quiet sobs of ecstasy as James licks, sucks, kisses, fucks him with his lips and his tongue. More!, he wants to cry out. Deeper! Oh, but he can’t; imagine if Remus and Peter awoke and came to investigate. He bites the pillow hard as James plunges his tongue in and out quickly and deeply. Oh, yes, oh God, Sirius feels his prick thickening. He feels his groin stirring, his balls tightening, his body tingling as James pushes him closer to release.

He is rocking his hips in time with the plunges. He is riding James’ face as those lips suck and caress him, as he feels James’ tongue probe and thrust into him. He lets out another muffled sob and his body tenses up as he is pushed closer. His heart hammers and his body is covered in perspiration. Oh, god, he is close. He whimpers softly, grinding his teeth against the fabric of the pillow. Oh, yes, oh god. James grips his hips and pulls him back against his face and thrusts as far as his hot tongue will go, circling it inside Sirius.

His body shudders and lets out a cry into the pillow as he comes. Oh, he comes in hot, pulsing waves, spurting over his sheets. James continues to plunge his tongue in and out, feeling Sirius’ tight band of muscles clamp around it. As Sirius rides out his peak, he pulls his face from the pillow and throws his head back, his eyes squeezed shut and his lips parted as he pants in pleasure. James doesn’t stop; he keeps thrusting, burying his tongue into Sirius until he is spent, until his cock has spewed out the last of his release.

Swiping his tongue over Sirius’ entrance once last time, James then draws away, kneeling up and he slides his clammy hands over Sirius’ buttocks before gliding them up over his back. He shuffles in, leans over and presses kisses up his spine again as Sirius catches his breath. He feels James press his erection to his buttocks and James moans softly.

Sirius slides his legs out straight, lying flat on the bed, his stomach pressing against his leavings, as James kisses up to his shoulder and then presses his lips to his ear. “Suck me,” he whispers before he closes his lips over Sirius’ neck, caressing it hungrily.

Sirius moans. How he loves it when James whispers that to him, as though he is confessing a deep, dark secret. He pushes himself up as James rolls off him to his back. He places his hand on James’ firm chest and traces his fingertip around his nipple. It swirls and hardens and he climbs on top of James, leaning down to kiss his sternum.

He can hear James’ breath, fast and lustful as he feels fingers threading through his hair. He imagines what James’ face looks like as he trails kisses, slowly and sensually, down over his stomach, down, down, down. He pictures James with his eyes shut, his lips parted and his face flushed with arousal as Sirius snakes his tongue out and touches the tip of it to his sex. It jumps, pulsing against his chin eagerly. Sirius brushes his lips over the head and feels a sticky, thick smear of precome daub over his bottom lip. Quickly, he slides his tongue out, licking his lip to taste it.

James tugs impatiently at his hair, tilting his hips up to press his cock against Sirius’ lips. He hears a soft groan and then a husky, “Padfoot…”

“Shh,” Sirius shushes before he moves down and touches his tongue to the base of James’ prick and licks slowly, firmly to the very tip. James’ cock twitches and throbs, pushing against his lips. He breathes in, taking in the scent of James; musky, tinted with boyish sweat and the faintest hint of soap. Closing his eyes, Sirius moves his hand to the boy’s prick, curls his fingers around and angles it to his mouth. Flicking his tongue over the head once more, he then gently closes his lips over the tip and slowly draws the length deep, deep into his hot mouth.

James groans again, arching his hips up, pulling on Sirius’ hair. He is so hard, so thick. Sirius can tell by the swollen veins that branch over his shaft that James is close; he can feel each one as he slithers his tongue across the underside of James’ prick. He draws his mouth up, hollowing his cheeks in, pulling back until only the head of James’ cock is within his lips before he plunges back down.

He feels James shudder. Oh, yes, he is close. Greedily, Sirius sucks his cock back as far as he can into his mouth. He pulls back again and then slides his lips back down, up, down, feeling James thicken with each plunge. He hears the boy’s shaky breath, hitching, and imagines James frowning in concentration with his head raised from the pillow. Sirius feels the boy’s fingers knead frantically into his scalp, urging him on. Oh, yes, oh James is close.

Drawing his lips up once more, he swirls his tongue around the head, licks over the slit and plunges back down, moving his mouth over James’ prick fast and fervently. James writhes; oh, he squirms and Sirius can tell he is fighting against the want to call out. James’ breathing is quick and erratic and Sirius quickly matches the rhythm of his respiration. One plunge, two plunges of his mouth and James, oh James comes.

Sirius feels the boy’s body tense up and James lurches forward as his cock spurts wave after wave of thick come into his mouth. The fingers in his hair twist and tug frantically as James rocks his hips, gasping as quietly as he can as Sirius milks his prick with his mouth. Sirius casts his eyes up, wishing he could see him, watch him as he comes. He slides his lips up and down until James can take no more and pushes his head away.

Holding James’ release in his mouth, Sirius lets the boy’s spent prick slip from his lips. The sheets rustle again as Sirius climbs off James and slides beside him. James shifts to his side and Sirius feels James’ hand touch his cheek. Moving close, their lips brush and then part, and they kiss, Sirius sharing James’ release with him. Tongues entwine and lick at the thick salty substance as they moan softly, swallowing back the release thirstily. They kiss hungrily until they need to come up for air and pull apart.

James presses his forehead to Sirius’. They listen to each other’s breathing, smelling release on each other’s breath. After a moment of silence, James whispers, “See you in the morning.”

Sirius nods, placing his hand on James’ chest and running his hand down it. James presses a kiss to his lips before he rolls to his back and swings his legs over the side, standing up. Sirius hears shuffling as James feels around on the side table for his glasses. He obviously finds them, as he stands after he scoops his clothes from the floor, balling them in his fist, and quietly slips out through the drapes to creep back to his bed.

Shifting on to his back, Sirius listens to James’ bed creak and the rumpling of sheets as he lies down. He wipes his hand over his stomach were he had pressed into his own release. Smearing it on the sheets, he rolls to the side and feels around for his wand. Closing his fingers around it, he draws it to the spot on the sheets where he came and whispers a cleaning spell. Sirius rolls back to his side and places his wand back on the side table. Shifting in the bed and pulling the covers up over himself, he smiles.

How he loves their little secret.