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Please Touch Me

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relationship: poly!wolfstar x OC/reader → top!remus, switch!sirius, switch!OC/reader

summary: Fiona finds Sirius and Remus in a compromising position. Things take a rather unexpected turn.

word count: 5.8k

warnings: oc, mentions of virginity, explicit language, explicit sexual content, mild body image issues, smut, mild bondage, hand jobs, oral sex (male and female receiving), grinding, stripping, voyeurism and exhibitionism, masturbation, mild powerplay, light bdsm, threesome, sorta implied polyamory (no sex)

“Fuck off, Prongs!” called a voice when Fiona knocked. Remus, she realised with surprise.

She raised her eyebrows. “It's Fiona.”

It was silent for a moment and just when she decided to call again, he said, “Come in.”

She opened the door, a bemused “hello” already on her lips, but the word got stuck in her throat at the sight in front of her.

Sirius was sitting at the foot of his bed. His dark hair was falling into his face, some strands clinging to his forehead. A blush tinted his cheeks and she could see the black lines of tattoos on his heaving chest. His chest, which was bare, because he was completely naked. His hands were tied behind his back and his cock, which Fiona noted with a startled jump, flush against his stomach. Remus was sitting next to him, dressed in his uniform, with a calm, almost casual expression on his face, as though she had found them brooding over a tricky Transfiguration essay. He was absent-mindedly caressing Sirius's skin with his fingers while his eyes fixed on Fiona.

She stared. Her skin was suddenly burning, her hand still on the doorknob. She felt as though someone had punched her in the stomach; she couldn't breathe. Every thought in her mind had evaporated into thin air.

“Hello, Fiona,” said Remus pleasantly. “You might want to close the door.”

Fiona blinked, but almost robotically did as he'd asked. She didn't even have enough braincells left to wonder why on earth she was doing that instead of just leaving.

“Lock it.”

She did.

“I just …” She helplessly lifted the book in her hand. “I just wanted …”

“Put it on my bed stand.”

Her legs moved on their own, though they were trembling and wobbly. She did as he said and was now significantly closer to the boys than before. She felt like a mouse under a hawk's gaze.

“Sirius and I were just having a little fun,” said Remus, sending him a rare, mischievous grin. Sirius's chest was rising and falling heavily. His skin was flushed, his eyes dark and hooded. Fiona's heart pounded in her chest, threatening to burst out of its cage. She didn't know where to look, but she couldn't look away. “Would you like to join us?”

Her heart skipped a beat. She was sure her face was as red as a fire salamander's skin, as hot as it felt.

Remus's hand slowly crept down Sirius's side, his abdomen, and finally wrapped around his prick. He let out a low moan, which immediately sent a shiver down Fiona's spine. “I think Sirius here would really appreciate a helping hand. Right, Pads?”

He nodded quickly, strands of black hair falling carelessly into his forehead.

She stared at Sirius's groin and swallowed hard. “I think you're helping out pretty well yourself,” she croaked.

Remus hummed pensively. “But he would appreciate your hand. Tell her, Pads,” he said, turning his head towards Sirius. “Tell her what you told me. Tell her how bad you want her.”

Fiona's throat ran dry. Sirius's grey eyes were fixed on hers, holding her in place without touching her, and she wondered how he was able to hold that much power over her when his hands were literally bound behind his back. She hadn't thought Sirius Black would ever agree to being bound.

“I want you,” he whispered. Fiona shivered.

Remus's grip on his cock tightened and Sirius cried out. “C'mon, you can do better than that.”

“Fuck, please,” he whimpered. “Please, Fiona, I need you so bad.”

She couldn't speak. She couldn't think. Here she was, here Sirius was, getting wanked by Remus Lupin, and he was begging for her touch. Sirius Black never begged for anything or anyone. She'd had no idea he'd even been thinking about her that way. The way she'd been thinking about him.

“You don't have to,” said Remus. His voice was serious. “I know he's a feast for the eyes …” A grin flickered over his lips and he twisted his hand slightly, making Sirius groan with pleasure. Her skin tingled. “But you don't have to do anything. You can leave.”

But Fiona didn't leave. She stood frozen to the spot. “I just … I haven't done anything like this before.”

“That's alright. Everyone starts out as a beginner.”

“I haven't … I have never … I don't know if I want to have sex.” The words stumbled out of her mouth, as though she was afraid she might never say them if she didn't say them now. It wasn't that she was completely opposed to the thought, but she had never slept with anyone before and this was certainly not how she had imagined her first time. And this wasn't a decision she could make in a minute. What if she regretted it? What if something went wrong? She had no idea what they expected from her – hell, what was she even doing here? Why wasn't she leaving?

The tingle between her legs reminded her of the reason.

“We don't have to fuck,” said Remus. “We can do other things. Right, Pads?” He grinned again, this highly atypical and yet thrilling smirk, and turned to Sirius, who was still panting, his prick an angry red. “Imagine all the things she could do to you.”

He let out a low moan. “Please...”

“Please what?” Remus continued his painfully slow strokes and Fiona couldn't find it in herself to look away. Her embarrassment was fading, but the excitement wasn't. “Fiona can't read your mind. You have to tell her what you want.”

Sirius's eyes found hers again and Fiona's legs threatened to give out. “Please touch me, Fay Grace.”

The nickname sent a shiver down her spine and she stepped closer, slowly, tentatively, until she stood right in front of him. Remus let go off his prick and leaned back on his arms, watching their every move.

“Where?”

“Anywhere,” he begged, his voice thick with plea. “Everywhere.”

Fiona shuddered. She touched the tattoos on his chest, traced the black lines with the tip of her fingers. She'd always wanted to do that, ever since she'd found out about them on that hot summer's day on the beach. There was a fire in Sirius's eyes as he stared at her, his mouth hanging open, as she re-wrote the ancient runes on his chest, re-painted paw prints and the crescent moon on his left forearm, the same that was looming in the sky outside. His breath hitched as her fingers travelled to his throat.

“Don't tease me,” he whispered.

A grin tugged at her lips. She exchanged a look with Remus, who knowingly raised an eyebrow, and with a sudden rush of excitement she realised she would be able to do anything to him. Anything she pleased. As long as it pleased him too, of course. But it seemed to her that Sirius didn't care much in which way exactly she touched him, as long as she only did, and he'd be sure to tell her if he wasn't happy. He's always been more than vocal about things that displeased him.

She sat on his lap, which was an odd sensation as she was fully clothed and he was stripped naked beneath her, and wrapped her arms around his neck. She took a moment to look at him, admire his silver eyes, the fine cheekbones and the complete disappearance of the haughty expression he usually carried, replaced by one of pure, hot desire that had her own skin burning. It was oddly enticing. She kissed him, softly at first, but Sirius immediately responded, pressing his mouth hard on hers, parting her lips and sliding his tongue inside, and Fiona willingly let him. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as her grip on him involuntarily tightened, one hand buried in his silky hair, and he wiggled underneath her, making move to touch her and whining when he realised he couldn't. She chuckled quietly and pulled back, relishing in the blush on his cheeks and glimmer in his eyes.

“Touch me,” he said, but it sounded more like a plea than a demand.

She looked at Remus, who nodded, and Fiona suddenly wondered that, if Sirius was at Remus's mercy, which seemed to be the case seeing as he was quite unable to do anything and had to beg for every touch, if that meant she needed permission, as well. Already she was seeking it out.

“Our safe word is willow,” said Remus. Fiona blinked in surprise. “Say it.”

“Willow.”

“Good girl.”

She shuddered and Sirius suddenly grinned, though it was disbelieving, less patronising than his usual smirks. “Bloody hell, Fiona, I was so wrong about you.”

She raised an eyebrow. “How so?”

“You're so … dirty.” He smiled wickedly and leaned forwards to capture her lips, but she pulled away, putting a hand on his shoulder to keep him at arm's length.

“If you prefer me innocent,” she murmured, “I can just get up and leave.”

“No, no, no,” he said quickly, “that's not how I meant it. Stay.”

“Say please.”

He blinked. Remus grinned, looking impressed.

“Stay,” repeated Sirius, “please.”

Fuck. Why did she like it so much, she wondered, and why did she like it so much coming from Sirius? But then his lips were on hers again and she stopped thinking completely.

One of her hands stayed buried in his soft hair, the other crept downwards, teasingly slow. Sirius sighed against her mouth and she smiled, stroking down his abdomen and stopping at his pelvis. She was really about to do this. She had never done anything comparable before and her stomach was churning in uncertainty. But she felt the heat of Sirius's skin beneath her hands, felt the softness of his lips against her own, and realised that she really, really wanted to make him feel good. He'd been begging for her touch and she desperately wanted to evoke those delicious moans from him that Remus had.

Sirius groaned when her hand wrapped around his cock. She revelled in the sound and began stroking, slowly at first, testing the waters, marvelling at the heat and hardness and velvety feel underneath her palm. Sirius's breath quickened at her affections, his eyes travelling down to where she was touching him. An idea formed in Fiona's mind and she slipped from his lap and down to her knees. Sirius's eyes widened. Carefully, she took hold of his cock and licked a long line up his shaft, making him shudder.

So far it wasn't too bad and although Fiona had no idea what she was doing, the sounds he made were encouragement enough. She kitten-licked along his prick, trying to get a feel for him, before she slid her tongue over his slit. And then she slowly took him in her mouth, just the tip at first and then more, eliciting a beautiful sound from Sirius. Her golden locks fell into her face and she tried to push them away without interrupting what she was doing, but as she returned to her attention to Sirius, it just fell straight back. She huffed in frustration, trying to throw it over her shoulder once more, but a warm hand suddenly touched her head and pushed her hair out of her face. Remus smiled at her, gently gathering her locks in one hand while she sucked on Sirius's cock.

“Merlin's beard,” panted Sirius. “You look so pretty down there.”

Fiona smiled, cheeks flushing from the unexpected compliment. She sucked harder, swirled her tongue around his shaft, and tried to take as much of him as she could. Spit was unpleasantly gathering her mouth and starting to dribble down her chin, so she swallowed around his prick. Sirius moaned loudly and threw his head back. Surprised but pleased by his response, she repeated the action.

“Fuck yes,” he sighed.

Remus used his free hand to brush a strand of Sirius's black hair behind his ear. “I take it she's good, then?”

“Fuck, Moony, you have no idea.”

Fiona's heart jumped in her chest. Her hands came up to caress his bare thighs, lightly running her nails over the hot flesh. He shivered underneath her and she shifted slightly on the hard floor, whimpering as the friction sent a spark of pleasure through her, though not enough to give her any release.

“Suck his balls,” said Remus, and Fiona complied. Gently, she began licking the soft skin, holding herself upright with one hand on his leg, the other stroking his shaft. Sirius wasn't looking at her anymore; his head was thrown back in pleasure, his eyes closed, mouth hanging open. Only Remus's arm around his back was holding him upright. His muscles began trembling underneath her fingers and his breath was coming in short, erratic pants. Fiona had never seen him look so beautiful and gave her a thrilling rush of power to know that she had caused this, that it was her touch that had him falling apart.

But just as she thought yes, he was about to come, Remus said, “Stop,” in a voice that allowed no disobedience.

Sirius whined when Fiona pulled off, leaving his cock hot and hard and wet. “Moony-”

“C'mon now, we don't want the fun to end too early now, would we?” said Remus lightly. Then he looked at Fiona kneeling between Sirius's spread legs, her lips red and plump. “Strip down.”

Fiona's heart stumbled in her chest. “What?”

“Undress,” ordered Remus. His brown eyes bored into hers. His pupils were dilated, she noted, and there was a rather prominent bulge in his trousers. It seemed he was enjoying this as much as she was.

Slowly, Fiona stood. Her hands were trembling as she pulled her jumper over her head. Then she loosened her tie, stepped out of her shoes and slipped her tights down her legs. Sirius and Remus were watching her every move, eyes burning. They want this, she thought, barely believing it. They want this as much as I do. It startled and frightened and thrilled her all at once. She let her skirt drop to the floor and then her fingers began unbuttoning her blouse, but her white bra had only begun showing, when she suddenly paused.

“What is it?” asked Remus.

“I – I have the scars,” she said quietly, her stomach churning.

They stared at her for a moment, then Remus let go off Sirius and pulled his jumper over his head, followed by his shirt, which he carelessly tossed aside. Fiona's breath hitched in her throat.

“So do I.”

Remus's torso was littered in scars. Lines of silver lightening adorned his skin, long and short ones, thick and thin, some bumpy and red, others a pale white and almost faded. And there, on his right upper arm, was a big bite mark. Fiona's gaze lingered for a moment and then she tore it away, not wanting Remus to feel like she was staring.

“He's hot, right?” grinned Sirius. Remus rolled his eyes, but a pleased smile tugged at his lips.

Almost without realising it, her finger began to nimbly undo the buttons of her blouse again, revealing her stomach and the sharp, pink scars slashed across her skin. She swallowed hard as she first slid her knickers down and then undid the clasp of her bra, letting it drop to the ground with the rest of her clothing. And there she stood, trembling from more than just the sudden cold.

“Fuck, Fay Grace,” whispered Sirius hoarsely. His eyes were dark with desire. “You're beautiful.”

Her heart was racing in her chest as she stepped closer. His eyes roamed her body, her face, her breasts, her curves, the little patch of hair between her legs. “So are you.”

He chuckled quietly.

“And you,” she added, her gaze flickering towards Remus. He blinked in surprise, but then he smiled. A faint blush crept on his face as Fiona reached out and gently stroked his cheek, before turning to Sirius and pressing their lips together once more. She cupped his face and kissed him gently, straddling one of his legs. They both moaned when her wet core slid over his thigh. Fiona grabbed his shoulders and held onto him as she moved her hips, slowly at first, getting a feel for this new experience, but she soon quickened her pace. The muscles in his thigh brushed her clit so deliciously, she threw her head back and closed her eyes in pleasure.

“Fuck,” she muttered. “That's so much better than my pillow.”

She heard a low groan from both boys.

“You touch yourself?” There was an odd, strained tone in Remus's voice.

A grin flickered over her face as she opened her eyes. “Yeah. Why?”

He cursed under his breath and reached out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. “You ever thought about us, pretty girl?”

Her breath hitched in her throat, both at the question and the pet name. “Maybe,” she said. Truth be told, she had thought about Sirius when touching herself, though she'd never dared admit that to anyone, least of all the boy she was, ironically, currently grinding against. She hadn't thought about Remus, though. She liked him and she'd never considered him ugly, but it had never crossed her mind to think about him that way. It was Sirius she was infatuated with. But now as she regarded Remus, she realised for the first time how handsome he was, how beautiful his glittering eyes were. She wondered how she hadn't noticed before.

Remus smiled at her response. One finger traced down her cheek, brushed her lips, followed the line of her throat until he reached her breasts. Next to him, Sirius leaned forwards, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone. She moaned when his lips found her nipple and sucked, while Remus's hand kneaded her other breast. Her whole skin seemed to be on fire, every inch of her was tingling. Her breath quickened as the coil in her belly tightened; her hips continued to slide over Sirius's thigh, who was littering her breast in kisses, but her movements were becoming erratic as she chased her own release.

“Oh fuck,” she muttered, gripping Sirius's shoulders so tight her finger nails were living angry red marks on his skin, her face contorting with pleasure. “Oh God, it's so good.”

“Yeah?” Remus's lips found her pulse point. “C'mon then. Be a good girl and make yourself come. Make a mess on his thigh.”

Fiona groaned, but Sirius groaned even louder. He tore at his restraints, but they were as tight as ever and he made up for it by attacking her breast with his mouth like a starving man, sucking and licking at her nipple. Her finger dug into his skin, the other buried itself in Remus's soft hair as he nibbled along her neck, and she was frantically rubbing against Sirius's thigh, slick from her own juices, and then she was cumming, hard and fast and shuddering.

She panted as she came down from her high and the world slowly came back into focus.

Sirius kissed up her chest, her neck, until his lips found hers. He kissed her long and deep and when they parted, he leaned his forehead against hers. “That was amazing,” he whispered. “You are amazing.”

Fiona smiled. She tilted his chin up and placed a soft kiss on his lips, then she pushed him back onto the bed. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she deepened the kiss, educing a delicious moan from him. She grinned when he bucked his hips beneath her. In his frustration, Sirius began grinding against her stomach while she placed soft kisses on his neck, licking and nibbling along the soft skin until she gently buried her teeth into the centre of his throat. A groan flew past his lips and she smirked against his pulse.

“Please,” Sirius begged. “I want to touch you.” He turned his head to look at Remus whose eyes were hooded as he looked back at him. “I need to touch her.”

Remus tilted his head and traced his arm with the tip of his fingers, his touch as light as a feather. The bulge in his trousers was still prominent, but his face showed no need for urgency. He hummed pensively.

“No, I don't think so. After all, this is Fiona's first time with us. It's only fair that she gets to play with you a bit.”

Sirius whined impatiently and bucked his hips again. Fiona chuckled.

“Don't worry,” she said. “I'll take good care of you, sweetheart.”

Sirius's eyes were burning with desire and frustration. Fiona shivered at the thought of what he would have done to her, had his hands not been bound. A part of her wanted to find out, wanted to reach behind his back and untie him, but she enjoyed their little play to much, enjoyed the power she currently held over him.

Currently – or perhaps always?

Sirius's skin was hot beneath her mouth as she kissed down his chest, traced his tattoos with her lips. His usually elegant hair was clinging to his forehead and he was struggling against his confines, but to no avail. Remus had certainly done a good job. Perhaps there was even magic involved.

Sirius whined as she kissed along his v-line, careful to avoid his aching cock.

“Quit being a tease,” he suddenly snapped, though the maliciousness in his voice was outshone by his anguish.

“Hey,” said Remus sharply and tugged so harshly at his hair it must have been painfully, “quit being ungrateful prick. You understand?”

All impatience vanished out of Sirius's face. Fiona found it quite refreshing to see how Sirius could so quickly slip into obedience and couldn't help but admire Remus for managing it. “Yes.”

“Good.” He let go off him and cast Fiona a grin. “You just got to know which buttons to push. Don't worry, I'll show you.”

“Can't wait,” she said and turned her attention back to Sirius. His eyes were filled with an impatient desire, so she straddled him, her own wet core hovering above his cock. The ache in her cunt had returned, but she didn't yet want Sirius to know how badly she wanted him. He whined again when he realised she wasn't about to help him out of his misery and thrust upwards, but she stayed out of his reach, grinning wickedly. “I kinda like you this way.”

“Fiona,” he growled, but she merely smiled.

“You know, I could just go,” she said. “Leave you hanging here.”

Remus grinned as panic filled his eyes and it pleased her that Sirius thought she might actually do it.

“No, no, no, no, no,” he blurred out. “Please don't.”

“No?” She cocked an eyebrow at him. “What would you have me do instead?”

Sirius's chest heaved. “Anything. Please, Merlin's fucking pants, just touch me, please.”

“So polite all of a sudden,” she murmured, tracing the tattoos on his smooth skin with her fingers.

“He knows his manners, he just needs a little reminder once in a while,” said Remus, reaching his hand out to gently stroke Sirius's hair.

Fiona's hands came up to play with her breasts; she bit her lip as she gently kneaded and experimentally pulled at her hardened nipples.

“Fuck,” groaned Sirius. “Fiona, come on.” He impatiently tore at his restraints again, but they proved relentless. Remus's eyes darkened with lust as he watched her. His free hand crept downwards and began to palm himself through his trousers, sending a new wave of pleasure through Fiona, which had her bite back a whimper. She'd never thought she'd be one to enjoy watching or enjoy being watched, but this … shit, this was beyond her wildest dreams.

“So pretty,” murmured Remus. Her heart jumped at the compliment.

“Fay Grace.” Her eyes snapped back to Sirius, who was desperately wreathing beneath her. “Please.”

He'd been tortured enough, she decided, and her own core was throbbing with need. Without breaking eye contact, she lowered herself onto him, eliciting a low moan from both of them when her wet heat slid over his prick.

“Oh God,” she whispered as she began grinding her hips against him, every movement sending a spark of pleasure through her body. Sirius thrashed against the mattress, but there was only so much he could do, being bound as he was, and Fiona took her time dragging her wet core up and down his shaft, feeling every inch of hot, delicious skin against her. She felt so naked, so exposed, but in the best way possible.

Remus had shuffled back on the mattress. He was now leaning against the bed post, palming himself slowly through his trousers. His eyes were fixed on her and Sirius, burning with a desire so strong it sent shivers down Fiona's spine. She wondered why he didn't join them, but if he just enjoyed watching, she didn't mind. She liked him watching them. Very much so. His dark gaze set her skin on fire and she shuddered at the memory of his hot mouth on her neck, the ghost of his fingers on her breast.

“Enjoying yourself?” she asked.

A devilish grin flashed over his face. “You have no idea.”

“Oh fuck,” whispered Sirius. “Kiss her, Moony.”

Both of them blinked in surprise. Fiona halted, but Sirius whined at the loss of sensation and started grinding his cock against her cunt, so she began moving her hips again.

“Are you sure?” Remus's voice was low, thick with an emotion Fiona couldn't quite decipher.

Sirius nodded.

Remus's eyes flickered over to Fiona. “Are you okay with this?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Please kiss me, Remus.”

A groan slipped past his lips and he shuffled forwards, cupping her face with both of his big hands and smashing their mouths together. Fiona moaned and slid her hand into his neck, pulling him closer.

Kissing Remus was different from kissing Sirius, but it was also the same. His lips moved slower against her own, but there was the same desire, the same passion, the same underlying message of I want you and I want you now. Perhaps it was less of a want and more of a need. Either way, it made her shiver, the knowledge that both of these boys desired her, if only for the moment. But she knew it wasn't only for the moment.

“You two are so hot,” Sirius whispered. Remus broke the kiss and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Glad to see you're enjoying yourself.”

He gave a low groan which grew louder when Fiona snapped her hips upwards, quickening her pace. Sirius's face was flushed, his eyes glittering, and pleas and curses were falling from his lips. The sight beneath her was absolutely delectable, but Fiona tried to imagine the sight she was presenting him; perched on top of him, golden hair cascading down her back, tits on full display, but impossible for him to reach. No wonder he was frustrated; if it had been her bound and him hovering above her, teasing her, rubbing himself against her, but never quite granting her release, she would have been frustrated, as well. Her heart quickened at the thought of her at his mercy. At the mercy of both of them.

Remus came up behind her. His hands sneaked around her waist, stroking her stomach, the fine lines there, teasing the line were the curly patch of hair began, before coming up and beginning to knead her breasts. She moaned, letting herself fall against his chest, and rutted her hips faster against Sirius's shaft.

“Shit,” he groaned. “Moony, I'm gonna fucking cum-”

“It's alright,” said Remus to her surprise, “you can cum.”

Sirius threw his head back in ecstasy and Fiona watched him come completely undone beneath her. Spurts of hot come shot out of his cock and coated his stomach, the tattoos on his chest. He moaned and shuddered and then he was still, panting heavily underneath her.

“Fucking beautiful, right?” whispered Remus in her ear who had noticed her staring. She could only nod. She'd done that.

“Holy shit,” said Sirius, still out of breath. “That was amazing.”

Smiling, Fiona bent down and kissed him. “Glad you liked it.”

He gave an incredulous laugh, but when he moved to touch her, he realised his hands were still bound behind his back. He cast Remus an displeased look, who laughed.

“Alright, alright.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wand and with a single wave Sirius was free. Fiona had barely the time to admire Remus's impressive display of nonverbal magic, when she was suddenly hauled onto her back. She squeaked in surprise and laughed and then Sirius was hovering above her, dark hair falling into his beautifully flushed face.

“My turn.”

His voice sent shivers down her spine. Her eyes flickered towards Remus, but he was only grinning his wicked grin, which was suddenly making her heart flutter in a completely different way. He lay down next her, watching as Sirius kissed her deeply, passionately, leaving her breathless when they parted. Then his lips travelled down her cheek, her neck, her chest, and his hands began kneading the soft flesh of her breasts. She bit back a moan when his thumb flicked over her nipples and his tongue darted out to lick the fine lines on her stomach. Her breath hitched in her throat and to her own shock she found tears suddenly burning in her eyes. She furiously blinked them back, but Remus's hand had already come up to wipe them away.

“Sh,” he murmured in her ear. “It's alright.”

Sirius kissed and licked – worshipped – every single one of her scars, while Remus gently stroked her hair. Fiona watched with wide eyes as he finally undid the zip of his trousers and pulled out his cock. He was longer and less hairy, but Sirius was thicker, and Remus's prick was the same angry red his had been. He bit his lip as he began gently stroking the hard flesh and Fiona moaned as her core began to tingle, just as Sirius's mouth wandered over her pelvis.

“Shit,” she breathed. Her heart almost stopped beating when Sirius's dark eyes caught hers. A cheeky grin tugged at his lips. His hot breath met her throbbing core and she wanted nothing more than to just shove his face in it.

“What's the magic word?”

“Bastard,” she muttered, but her attitude was immediately stifled when he buried his teeth in her soft skin, right where her thigh and her cunt met. “Fuck, please.”

It was her luck that Sirius wasn't a very patient man. He wasted no time diving into her folds, licking and sucking, and Fiona cried out in pleasure, throwing her head back. Remus moaned into her ear and in her daze she turned her face towards him. She felt like cumming right then and there when she saw how frantically his hand were working his cock. She wanted to do it, but her fingers were digging into the mattress and she couldn't loosen her grip or she felt she might fall apart.

“Pads has got a talented tongue in more ways than one,” said Remus teasingly. Sirius grinned against her cunt. He pulled away for a moment and pulled her lips apart, admiring her glistening folds.

“I've dreamt about this.”

Fiona's breath hitched in her throat. “Is it as good as you had imagined?”

Sirius met her eyes and grinned mischievously. “Even better.”

She smiled relieved and cried out when Sirius dived straight back into her cunt. His silver ring dug into her skin as he gripped her thighs. Fiona's hand crept into his hair, careful not to pull too tightly, but any thought of caution quickly flew out of the window as Sirius's tongue swirled around her clit. She pressed her core against his mouth, grinding against his face, while Remus's deep groans filled her ear. Her hand found his arm, fingers digging into his skin.

“Harder,” she whimpered, rewarding Sirius with a loud moan when he pressed his tongue against her clit.

“You close?” said Remus. His cheeks were tinted pink and his hot breath kissed her neck as he spoke.

She nodded, too lost in her own pleasure to even respond.

“Me too,” he whispered. “Let's cum together.”

She nodded again, frantically this time, yes yes yes yes yes, please, while Sirius licked at her cunt and Remus quickly stroked over his shaft, and then he suddenly groaned and shuddered and spilled into his hand, and Fiona cried out, thighs closing and trapping Sirius's head between them, while he coaxed her through her climax.

They were all panting when they came down from their high. Sirius sat up and wiped his mouth, looking thoroughly pleased with himself, while Fiona lay on the mattress, trying to regain her composure.

“Well, I'm certainly glad you walked in,” he grinned.

“Do you do this a lot?” she asked breathlessly.

They chuckled.

“Sometimes,” admitted Remus. “Though this is the first time we've invited someone else to join.”

“Does it bother you?” asked Sirius. He sounded genuinely – not concerned, but as though he seriously wanted her to tell the truth and worried he might not get the response he was hoping for.

She laughed. “Does it look like it bothers me?”

Sirius smirked, bending down to first kiss Fiona and then Remus, before he plopped down next to them. Fiona snuggled into his side, absent-mindedly running her fingers through Remus's hair. He hummed contently and closed his eyes. She smiled when Sirius threw an arm around her.

“We should do this again.”

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