Sleeping beauty
The day passes so agonisingly slowly Sirius almost explodes.
He catches himself staring at the sun, watching as it slowly makes its way across the sky, trying to make it hurry the fuck up. In a desperate attempt at passing the time he starts to make his way down the assigned reading list for the summer. But he can only take so much, he keeps spacing out and any attempt at stopping his wandering mind is an utter failure.
The shadows grow longer and Sirius writes a letter back to Remus, assuring him the spell will only be used for mischief.
The house is dark and silent when Sirius makes his move. He had waited for when he knows Regulus usually goes to sleep and then waited some more. Just to be sure.
Carefully he closes the door to his room behind him, the walk to Regulus room is not long but it feels longer in the dark. Sirius’ heart pounds in his chest, and when he reaches Regulus’ door he swears he can already feel his dick stirring to life in his underwear.
He takes a deep breath to settle his nerves and opens the door a sliver, enough to point his wand at Reg’s bed and whisper the spell. Regulus was probably already asleep, and the spell would prevent him from waking up.
No matter what happend.
And afterwards when Sirius was done, he would cast the spell ending his forced sleep and Reg would go back to his normal sleep rhythm. Waking up with the sun on his face none the wiser. That was the plan, Reg would never know what had happened and Sirius would finally get to satisfy the craving that plagued him.
Sirius didn’t hear anything from the room, but just to make sure he let out a whispered:
“Reg, are you awake?”
No response, so he tries again
“Can you hear me?”
Still nothing. Slowly Sirius opens the door, takes a step inside his brother's room and closes the door behind him. He turns around and is met with Reg laying on his bed oblivious to the world around him.
So the spell really worked then.
Sirius knew it would but to see it at work is an entirely different thing. Seeing Reg on his bed, chest slowly and steadily rising and falling, so at peace, so vulnerable, so defenceless.
Sirius leaned against the door as he takes the view in. The dark wood hard against his back anchoring him to reality as his brother looks sereen in the almost comically large bed. He lays in the middle on his back, limbs spread out, taking up as much space as he can with his lanky frame.
A blanket is covering most of his body, but the porcelain skin of him is still visible where it doesn't.
But Sirius wants more, he wants to see everything.
He feels himself harden in his pants as he steps closer, his body filled with anticipation. The floorboards creak under his footsteps as he nears the bed, but Sirius can only focus on the overwhelming need rushing through his veins. He’s already reaching for the soft grey blanket covering Regulus, he grabs it and stops. The material is soft and heavy in his hand, a weight that makes him pause.
Everything he has wanted since that night in the kitchen is right in front of him.
And here he is. So close.
Sirius stares at him in wonder, unapologetically he takes it all in. His brother's soft curls draped around his face, spread out like a gloria on his pillow. His lips. Everything Sirius’s to look at, all his.
So Sirius carefully drags the blanket away. Slowly, so slowly, uncovering more of Reg's body and with every inch of skin getting uncovered he can feel himself getting harder. Sirius feels like he’s on fire, his whole body reacting to the scene in front of him. His hand is shaking as he reaches for his brother, running his hands along Reg’s body, feeling the soft porcelain skin under his fingers, all his to touch.
Sirius head fills with that single thought
Mine, mine, mine
He needs him, he needs him more than he has ever needed anything. It's an animalistic want, a craving, an instinct. Sirius knows what his body wants. His gaze lingers on Reg's face as his hands grip his hips, turning him over so he lays on his stomach exposing his arse to Sirius´s hungry eyes.
Well, almost at least. Regulus apparently has the decency to sleep in his underwear. So Sirius carefully hooks his fingers under the waistband feeling the heat emanating from Reg's soft skin and drags them down his legs and discards them on the hardwood floor.
Now Reg's arse is exposed enough for Sirius liking.
Sirius smirks at the scene in front of him, at Reg's limp body begging him to touch it. He had gotten used to the fact that his dear brother could look enticing but this was almost obscene. His beautiful fuckeble arse and legs for days, served up as a buffet and Sirius was a starved dog mesmerised by this feast.
The sound of his own heavy breaths is what snaps Sirius back to reality, and to action.
His hands find the curve of Regs arse and he slowly spreads his cheeks, exposing his arsehole. It looks so fucking tight and inviting. Sirius lets out a rustling breath spreading Regs cheeks wider and watches as his hole twitches.
“Fuck Reg” Is all he can say, it’s all he can think
He drags a finger over it, and swears as it twitches again - like it's inviting him in.
Sirius grabs his wand and whispers a cleaning and lubricating spell. His finger quickly finds its place again and starts to slowly press in. The tight ring of muscles eventually lets in, and Sirius' finger is enveloped. He swears he can feel Reg's body twitch as he slips in.
Sirius starts to move, working his brother open for him and wet sinful sounds start to fill the room. After a few moments he adds a second finger and the resistance he was initially met with is slowly slipping away. Sirius is scissoring and spreading his fingers relishing in the feeling of his brother's tight walls clinging to him and his every move. He adds a third finger just to be safe, he doesn't want to hurt Reg after all.
He pulls out and wraps his wet fingers around his hard cock, and fuck does it feel good.
Sirius takes a slow breath steadying himself but he can't wait anymore, he needs to be inside of him now.
Sirius lines up his cock with Reg's hole. And in comparison with Regs thigh hole his cock looks huge. He knows he's above average but the sight in front of him makes him pause. Is he really going to do this? Is he really about to fuck his little brother?
Yes, he is, because Reg is his. Reg has always been his.
Sirius slowly starts to push the head of his cock into Regulus, and even though he fingered him open he is so tight. Fuck, will he even fit? He pushes in slowly, so slowly, with all the self control he can manage. But the self control is torture, all he wants is to be completely enveloped by the tight heat of his brothers arse. Every inch inside of Reg makes it harder to keep himself in check. After what feels like an eternity he finally slides in all the way to the hilt.
Fully seated in his brother Sirius could have sworn he heard a soft moan from Reg. He can’t be sure, but even the notion of it drives Sirius over the edge of self control.
He had told himself he should let Reg adjust to him before he started moving but that is impossible, he has to move now. Sirius pulls out almost all the way before he slams back in, hard. The feeling of Regulus is overwhelming, he is so soft and warm and tight around his dick.
“Fuck Reg, had i known you felt this good i would have fucked you ages ago”, Sirius mutters to himself. Sirius doesn't know why he is talking to Reg who is very unconscious but he can’t stop once he has started. The foul words just keep spilling out.
“You feel so good around me Reg, fuck, your arse feel so good. Who knew you’d be this tight. With the way people look at you one would assume you’re Slytherins communal fucktoy.”
Sirius feels the jealousy rise within him. All logic and reason abandoned, replaced by jealousy and need. How many people had Regulus fucked? How many people had touched his little brother like this?
“Fucking slut, letting everybody touch you?” Sirius thrusts hard and fast in and out of Regulus' tight hole, his pace is relentless but he can’t control himself. He needs this, he needs Reg.
Regulus' body is shaking with every thrust from Sirius, rocking back and forth on the bed with his movements. Pliable as a ragdoll in Sirius's hands. Completely defenceless.
Sirius hears a sound escape Regulus lips, a moan, this time he knew he didn’t imagene it. Reg’s body is reacting to the sensations of being touched, of being fucked by him.
The realisation almost makes him come immediately.
Sirius reaches down and wraps a hand around Reg’s cock, and to his surprise he’s already half hard. The touch elicits a sound from Regulus and Sirius starts stroking him in earnest. The moans spilling from Sirius’s lips mix with the moans from Regulus and together filling the room with the sounds of their sinful deed.
Sirius is fucking Reg at the same pace he is stroking his dick, riding the high of finally fucking his little brother and filling him up so deep with his cock.
Every thrust is ecstasy.
He is so fucking close, he can’t wait any longer, he needs to come. Sirius lets go of Regs’ dick and grabs him by the hips and swears he hears a disappointed sound from him.
“Don’t worry Reg, I'm gonna make you feel so good.” he says as he starts thrusting and moving Reg's hips to meet him every time making his dick go impossibly deeper.
Sirius can feel his orgasm quickly approaching with every movement driving him closer. The feeling of Reg is consuming and the moans still spilling out of his brother's mouth is gonna make him come.
“Fuck Reg, fuck, god” He reapets the words over and over again as he spills into Regulus. Fucking his cume deep into him. He wishes he could leave it there for Regulus to find. But he can't risk being found out. Sirius slowly pulls out and even after being ruthlessly fucked open, regs hole still clings to Sirius cock.
He watches as his cume slowly leaks out of Reg, dripping on to the mattress. With a sigh he reaches for his wand and mumbles the cleaning spell again, removing everything he just pumped his brother full of.
As he rises from the bed a whine ascapes Reg, making Sirius shuckle.
“Do you miss my cock already brother?” He smiles at the sight of Regulus on the bed and realises he was wrong. The craving inside of him was not satisfied - on the contrary, he knows he needs more.
“Don’t you worry. That won’t be the last time i fuck you, I promise.”