Sirius stood in the dimly lit room, his eyes fixated on the dusty piano in the corner. The keys looked worn, but he knew they held a tune that could fill the space with life. It had been a long time since he played, but the urge was back. A gentle melody began to play, his fingers moving over the keys with a familiar grace. His thoughts drifted to his cousin, Draco, whose curiosity was as boundless as the sky outside.
Draco was a quiet kid, often found in the library, nose buried in books. His blond hair was always a mess, a stark contrast to the meticulously kept manor. He had the same piercing grey eyes as Sirius, but there was something else, a softness, an innocence that tugged at Sirius's heart. It was this purity that made Sirius feel a strange responsibility towards him. He had promised to protect him, to guide him through the twisted world of their family.
The door creaked open, and Draco peered in, his curiosity piqued by the sudden sound of music. He was only twelve, too young to understand the dark whispers that floated around the Black family name. "Siri," he called out, his voice tentative but eager. "Can you teach me how to play?"
Sirius's hands stilled on the piano. He turned to face the boy, a smile playing on his lips. "Of course, Draco," he said, his voice low and comforting. "But remember, it's just for fun. No pressure." He gestured for Draco to come closer, and the boy obeyed, his eyes wide with excitement. As Draco positioned himself on the piano bench, Sirius couldn't help but admire his willingness to learn, to trust. It was a trait that would serve him well in the future, or so Sirius hoped.
The melody grew louder as Sirius's hands danced over the keys, his fingers pressing down with just the right amount of force. Draco watched in awe, mimicking the movements as best he could. His legs dangled over the edge of the bench, and he leaned in closer, eager to absorb every bit of knowledge Sirius had to offer.
"You're doing great," Sirius said, his voice soothing. "Just keep your back straight and your wrists loose." He reached out to adjust Draco's posture, his hand lingering on the boy's waist. Draco looked up at him, his trust unshaken.
Sirius took a deep breath, his heart racing. This was a moment of pure innocence, a stark contrast to the dark path he knew Draco would eventually walk. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against Draco's ear. "Now, try playing this note," he said, his voice a whisper. Draco's eyes searched his, and for a brief second, Sirius felt a pang of guilt.
But then, the music swelled, and the moment was lost.
"Remember, Draco," Sirius began, his eyes never leaving the sheet music, "firm but gentle, just like casting a spell." Draco nodded, his small hands hovering over the piano. He pressed down on the chosen key, and a clear, resonant note filled the room. The innocence in the moment was palpable, and Sirius felt his resolve wavering.
"Good," he murmured, his hand sliding from Draco's waist to his thigh. The boy looked up at him, his eyes questioning but still trusting. "Keep going, I'm right here."
The melody grew more complex, and Draco's eyes narrowed in concentration. His legs were spread wide apart to accommodate the piano's size, making a perfect 'V'. Sirius's gaze fell to the juncture of his cousin's thighs, and his stomach clenched. He couldn't help it; he had to touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin. His hand moved upward, lightly tracing the line of Draco's inner thigh, his thumb grazing the edge of his shorts. Draco's eyes flickered towards him, but he didn't stop playing.
"Siri... What are you doing?" Draco's voice was small, his curiosity tinged with uncertainty.
Sirius leaned in closer, his breath warm against Draco's cheek. "It's just part of the lesson, little one," he said, his voice low and soothing. "Don't worry, I'll show you."
With a gentle tug, Sirius pulled Draco's shorts down, revealing the tight pink hole that made his cock throb with need. Draco's eyes went wide with surprise, but he remained still, his trust in Sirius unshaken. The room was thick with tension, the only sound the soft plucking of piano strings and their ragged breathing.
Sirius positioned himself behind Draco, his erection pressing against the boy's bare backside. He reached around, his hand finding Draco's small cock, which was already hard and pulsing with excitement. "Keep playing," he whispered, his grip firm but gentle, mimicking the way he had taught Draco to play the piano.
Draco's hands trembled as he tried to focus on the music, the unfamiliar sensation of Sirius's touch sending shivers down his spine. The melody grew erratic, but the innocent blush that painted his cheeks was the most beautiful sight Sirius had ever seen. He knew he should stop, that this was wrong, but the need was too strong.
"It's okay," Sirius murmured, his free hand moving to stroke Draco's hair. "I'll make it feel good."
He spit in his palm, using the saliva to lubricate his cock before pressing the tip against Draco's hole. The boy tensed, his eyes squeezing shut, but he didn't pull away. With one hand guiding Draco's movements on the piano, the other slowly pushed inside him, inch by inch. Draco gasped, the music faltering, but Sirius shushed him, urging him to keep playing.
"You're doing so well," Sirius praised, his voice thick with desire. "Keep going."
The piano stool creaked as Sirius began to thrust, his movements matching the rhythm of the music. Draco's body stiffened, but gradually, he relaxed into the sensation, his hands finding their way back to the correct notes. The room was filled with the sound of music, the symphony of their breathing, and the slick, rhythmic noise of skin on skin.
Sirius knew this was wrong, that he was crossing a line, but he couldn't help himself. He had seen the way the world would treat Draco, had heard the whispers of his destiny. He wanted to claim him, to mark him as his own, to protect him from the darkness that loomed on the horizon.
As he moved deeper, Draco's eyes grew wet with unshed tears, his breath hitching in his throat. But he didn't protest, didn't ask Sirius to stop.
"Does it hurt?" Sirius asked, his voice strained.
Draco nodded slightly, his knuckles white as he gripped the piano's edge. "A...a little," he managed to choke out.
"I'm sorry," Sirius murmured, his hand tightening around Draco's cock. "But I need you to keep playing."
Their eyes met in the reflection of the polished piano, and Draco nodded again, his trust in Sirius unwavering. He took a deep breath and focused on the music, letting it fill the space between the pain and confusion. The melody grew stronger, more determined, as if the piano itself were a shield against the wrongness of what was happening.
Sirius felt a mix of emotions: guilt for what he was doing, lust for the innocent body before him, and a fierce protectiveness that surged through his veins. He knew he was taking advantage of Draco's trust, but he couldn't help himself. He had to have him, had to claim him in this way.
"You're doing great," Sirius encouraged, his voice tight with need. "Keep going."
Draco's eyes never left the piano keys, his young body adjusting to the intrusion, the pain slowly giving way to something else, something foreign and thrilling. His breathing grew ragged as Sirius's thrusts grew stronger, more demanding.
Sirius leaned down, his teeth grazing Draco's ear. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice filled with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down the boy's spine. "Always remember that."
Draco's eyes fluttered closed as the music reached a crescendo, his body responding to the mix of pleasure and pain. He bit his lip to keep from crying out, his small hands stumbling over the final notes of the song.
As the last chord faded away, Sirius stilled, his cock buried deep inside Draco. He waited, his breathing ragged, for the boy to say something, anything, but Draco remained silent, his chest heaving with the effort to remain calm.
Finally, Draco spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "Is this part of the lesson?"
Sirius pulled out, his own orgasm wrenched from him by the sound of the innocent question. He knelt before Draco, his hands shaking as he helped the boy pull up his shorts. "No," he said, his voice cracking. "This isn't part of the lesson. But it's something you need to know, something I need to show you."
Draco looked at him, his eyes wide and trusting. "Okay," he said simply, not understanding the gravity of what had just occurred.
Sirius took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "Remember this moment," he said, his voice firm. "You're special, Draco. And I'll always be here to protect you."
The room was silent, the echo of the piano's final notes lingering in the air. Draco nodded, his face a mask of confusion and trust. And as Sirius watched him, he knew that this was only the beginning of a much darker lesson, one that would shape Draco's life in ways he could never imagine.
"Come," Sirius said, his voice gentle but firm. "Let's get you cleaned up."
He led Draco to the en suite bathroom, the warm light from the pendant lamp casting a soft glow over the marble countertops. The boy followed, his legs wobbly and unsure. He sat on the edge of the bathtub as Sirius ran a warm washcloth over his trembling body, careful not to miss a spot. Draco winced at the tender touch, his eyes never leaving Sirius's face.
"You're so brave," Sirius murmured, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped Draco's eye. "You're going to be strong, Draco. Stronger than anyone else."
Draco nodded, his lip quivering slightly. He didn't understand what had just happened, but he knew that it was something significant, something that had changed the fabric of their relationship forever.
Sirius helped him into the shower, the warm water cascading over them both as he washed the remnants of their encounter away. He took his time, his eyes never leaving Draco's, as if memorizing every inch of his skin. The boy leaned into him, seeking comfort, and Sirius couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for what he had done.
As they stepped out of the shower, Sirius wrapped Draco in a large, fluffy towel. He dried him off, his hands lingering on the boy's small frame, his thoughts racing. What had started as a simple piano lesson had turned into something much more, something that would bind them together in a way that no one else would ever understand.
Draco looked up at him, his eyes searching. "Is this what family does?" he asked, his voice small and trembling.
Sirius's heart clenched. "Sometimes," he said, his voice gruff. "But remember, you can always come to me if you need anything."
He helped Draco dress, the silence between them heavy with unspoken words. They returned to the piano room, the evidence of their secret now washed away. Sirius sat beside Draco on the bench, his arm around the boy's shoulder.
"Let's start again," he said, his voice gentle. "We'll keep playing until you get it right."
Draco nodded, his eyes downcast. He placed his fingers on the piano keys, the music starting once more. But this time, the melody was tainted with a new understanding, a darker note that thrummed beneath the surface.
Sirius watched him, his heart torn between love and lust, protection and possession. He knew he had to be careful, had to tread lightly. Draco was still so young, so innocent. But the need was there, a beast that had been unleashed, and Sirius knew it would never truly go away.
He made a silent vow to himself that he would be there for Draco, to guide him through the treacherous waters of their world. To keep him safe, no matter the cost.
As the music filled the room once more, Sirius leaned in, his lips brushing against Draco's ear. "You're mine," he whispered. "And I'll never let anyone hurt you."
Draco shivered at the words, his eyes flickering to Sirius's face before returning to the piano. He didn't know what it meant, but he trusted Sirius implicitly. And as the melody grew stronger, so too did the bond between them, a bond that would only tighten as the years went by.