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ticigi · 27 days

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Good Boys Can Keep Secrets

@microcest

Prompt: Shhh…don’t let mom hear

Word count: 1,649 (I'm so sorry, this is so far from a microfic, but I tried. I swear next time I'll stay within an acceptable word count.)

Warnings: underage

Pairing: Sirius/Regulus

Summary: Sirius shows Regulus something only grown ups do.

Regulus’ underwear was pooling at his socked feet. His small hands were trembling as he clutched nervously at the hems of his robe, keeping it up, his lower half fully exposed: the thin legs, the redness on his knobbly knees, a purple or two ruining the otherwise alabaster skin – evidence of Sirius’ harshness and creativity for making up plays that’d end up bruising one or the other.

His nudity wasn’t something he used to be embarrassed about – Sirius and he had a fair share of baths together when they were smaller, and his brother’s lack of sense of privacy kept the vision of their growing bodies known to each other.

But having Sirius facing his…private parts directly was far too embarrassing. Especially when he felt his brother getting closer, his hot breath bruising against him. It made him feel tingles in his lower stomach, and his penis, to his horror, started to move.

“Are-are you sure? You said adults do this, but it’s dirty, I mean, I’m not dirty, but I pee from there…” he asked, certain it was all a mockery, and Sirius would stand up and laugh at his face at any time.

His brother looked up with a devilish grin, but instead of finally revealing it was a lie, he did something far more audacious. His tongue, soft and hot and moist, did something that made Regulus see stars, his mind went blank for a second: with deliberate slowness, Sirius licked his cock, - there, he finally allowed himself to think the dirty word - from the base to the tip, never breaking eye contact, though Regulus couldn’t quite focus, with his shuddering breath and the familiar shame that came with the warmth of tears pooling on his eyes, ready to fall any instant.

“I promise you, Reggie, they do. I saw it myself. Look, you’re getting hard from it. What I just did, didn’t it feel good?” Sirius asked in an unexpectedly soothing voice, looking almost uncertain.

“It-it did, it’s just…very intense,” Regulus responded, his soft voice lending a whisper-like quality to his words.

“I’ll put it in my mouth, okay?”

Without waiting for an answer, Sirius dived down again as Regulus nodded anyway.

This time, it was even more intense as Sirius engulfed what he could at once. It was by far the most pleasing feeling he had in his whole life – almost unbearably so, and Regulus instinctually let out a shuddery moan and faltered on his knees, but Sirius caught him just in time.

“Shh…don’t let mum hear,” Sirius chided, his mouth producing a pop sound as he lifted his head. Regulus felt the tingles again at the sight of his cock, pink and covered in drool, so close to his brother’s face.

“Sorry,” he whispered, biting his lower lip as Sirius went down on him again.

This was better than spending holidays in their villa, Regulus thought. And he really, really loved the summer. Sirius gave shivers a whole new meaning: nothing else ever made him shiver for how good a sensation was. His brother’s wet, hot mouth felt even better around his cock, humming and moving up and down, making embarrassing noises, than it felt when Sirius told him for the first time that he needed kissing lessons, for when the time arrived Regulus wouldn’t embarrass himself.

Regulus practiced thoroughly whenever his parents were around and felt quite good in his abilities, even daring to stand on his toes and taking the initiative sometimes. The noises Sirius made when they french-kissed was proof of his skills. It sounded as if he was enjoying the experience. Regulus didn’t particularly fancy any girl, but doing it with Sirius was nice enough that he didn’t have the courage to tell his brother that this new ability wouldn’t be put to use for a long time, excepting Sirius.

If he already thought Sirius was amazing at this – and the thought he might have practiced on some other boy was rather unpleasant – it was even better when his brother went further down and choked a little, and he could swear his cock would move by itself, had it any space. Regulus didn’t even think of being concerned, because he felt the tip of his cock brushing against the back of Sirius’s throat, but quickly it ended.

“Fuck,” his brother cursed, his voice a little coarser, gasping for air, “your little cock is so pretty I wanted to swallow it whole, but that’s harder than I thought. I’m not sure you can actually come yet, but try to keep quiet, okay? I’ll make you orgasm…promise it’s better than anything you’ve ever felt.”

Sirius’s breath near his cock was making him want to both squeeze his tights together, and open them further apart.

“Can- can I try it later? I mean, I want to try to make you feel the tingles as well,” Regulus felt his face hot. He must look like a mess, struggling to keep his posture straight, hair rubbing against the wall, sweat on his forehead.

“Sure, baby brother. I’ll feed you my cock whenever you want. We’ll know if you’re good enough if you make me cum.” He tilted his head, “Have you ever? Cummed? You know, the white thing that comes out of men’s cocks?”

Regulus shook his head, feeling his face burn at the obscenities and trying not to think about how it felt good hearing it.

“Well, it’ll happen when you grow a little more. Actually, It won’t take long, I guess. There’s a little hair growing here. Very thin and sparse, though. But you’ll let me know, won’t you?”

Regulus nodded dutifully, squeezing his legs together for a moment. “I will.”

Sirius gently caressed his inner thigh, smiling with fondness. This Sirius was the one Regulus adored the most.

“Of course you will, you’re such a good boy, always…”

Whatever his brother would say next was swallowed down as he closed his mouth around the head, giving it teasing suckles and little kisses that were making Regulus bite his sore lower lip to stop making noise. Then, Sirius looked up, his hungry gaze locked with his, and Regulus' heart skipped a beat when he attempted to reach the back of his throat again. His palms must have been bleeding with how much effort he was putting into not letting go of his hem and pulling Sirius’ hair. He wasn’t authorized – Sirius hated it when he was showing something new and Regulus acted without asking for permission. Plus, it’d be incredibly rude. He’d have to ask to touch Sirius’ hair…or any part of him next time, gently, of course.

Sirius increased his rhythm, and all it took was three times more in the hot, tight and wet moving fast when he felt it. This time he let go of his robes, which fell over Sirius’ head and hid him from view. But the covering of his brother’s beautiful face didn’t matter, because Regulus’ head tilted up against the wall, closing his eyes and curling his toes. He could feel his brother’s hands on him, keeping him steady. Regulus hoped he could make Sirius’ toes curl like his and his knees lose strength too.

He felt a kiss right under his belly button before his brother lifted his head out of the dark fabric, looking amused. “Yeah, nothing came out, but it was lovely anyway. We’ll see next time.”

“You say such scandalous things,” Regulus pouted, suddenly upset by the notion, “It seems like you have done it before. To other boy.”

“Why would I? I have the prettiest one right across the hallway,” Sirius responded, his smug smile back.

Regulus blushed, feeling silly for asking. His brother slipped his forgotten underwear up his legs, hands touching as much skin as they reached on the way and adjusted it over his hips, spreading his hands over Regulus’ backside before moving on to close the buttons of his robes. Regulus felt like a child, being dressed by someone else. He felt inadequately young and uninformed compared to his brother, who was showing him things only adults did.

“I-I wouldn’t want anyone else to…to teach me the things you do. Or say such indecencies. When other boys talk about dirty things, I don’t like it. But with you, it feels different.”

Slowly, Sirius rose to his feet, his knees moving a bit stiffly. Regulus would have to remember to use a cushion next time. Tenderly, his brother planted a kiss on his forehead, making something in Regulus’ stomach coil.

“That’s because I’m your big brother; I’m the one you’re supposed to learn things from, even the ones Mother and Father don’t want you to hear. They think you’re too much of a baby for that. They coddle you. But I know better. You’re grown up enough, so as long as we keep it a secret, I can make you feel good.”

His brother was larger than life; a magnetic presence Regulus wanted to be around for as long as he was allowed. Sirius trusted him, and his heart raced at the thought of breaking his brother’s trust. He’d never dare. Sirius would be angry. Plus, he really wanted to prove he was grown up enough, like Sirius said, and snitching was not the right path for it.

“Where did you learn it? What you just did?”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head over this, pet.”

In the hallway, a stunned Walburga lingered by the door. She had intended to check on the boys before dinner, adept at the art of moving quietly, a skill essential for any mother dealing with a mischievous child. With a quiet sigh, she retreated downstairs. "What a worthless husband," she muttered to herself, feeling both embarrassed and humiliated. A serious talk with Orion after dinner was due. “Can’t even remember putting up the privacy spells.”

#sirius x regulus #blackcest

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ticigi · 5 months

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Confusion

Just a draft of what would become a fanfic one day. Please mind the warnings.

Words: 364

Warnings: Internalized homophobia, Incest

Pairing: Regulus/Sirius

Sometimes, Sirius called him names. His brother was a little too mean sometimes, but it was just his strong personality. Sirius would be a great head of family one day, no matter how much trouble he gets into.

Often, he offered a small piece of what Regulus craved and acted like he actually liked him in moments that’d give Regulus tingles, just like when a stranger was unexpectedly kind to him, or when he’d get surprised by his favorite dessert after a meal in days Mother was being nice and attentive to him, or when Father gently lay a warm hand on his shoulder in passing.

Sometimes, Sirius acted as if he liked him more than Potter or his half-blood lackeys; then, he’d call him shirt-lifter and mock Regulus’s apparent femininity.

He never considered those details his older brother seems to obsess over, and neither any of the boys at school - back when he was too young and naive to fight back - ever mentioned. Things like his waist, or his lashes. Was it girly to have long lashes? Regulus didn’t necessarily agree, but Sirius never listened to his opinions anyway; he gave up confronting Sirius’s distorted views of him long ago.

He loved-hated Sirius. Was such a thing even possible? Or was it just the principle that one shouldn’t hate one’s own family? Could obligation pull strings on his heart and elicit hope for his brother’s love, or it was just that he loved his brother but didn’t like him? Sirius didn’t love him, for his constant rejection, but liked him enough that he often went to his room, and Regulus loved Sirius but didn’t like him?

Once Sirius called him a shirt-lifter and he answered back, for if anyone was lifting boys shirts it was Sirius, not him.

Kreacher fell down the stairs, and Regulus never pointed out the truth anymore.

His brother was a confusing boy. He had unforgivable lips which could be pure humiliation in daylight and the best thing Regulus had ever felt in the privacy of the night.

#sirius x regulus #hp drabble #blackcest #starcest #sirius black #regulus black

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ticigi · 5 months

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Lies

Written for the drabble challenge on the Snupin Discord server.

Words: 318

Prompt: Lying (what a creative title I came up with lol)

Warning: Homophobia

“Severus,” Remus began, putting his cup down with a long sigh. “Why did you cut me off and tell them we’re colleagues?” He inquired, crossing his arms and searching his boyfriend’s dark eyes.

There it was, after a whole afternoon avoiding confrontation.

His boyfriend’s tone had none of that usual kindness lingering; none of that softness in his expression, an eternal white flag waving to distance himself from the savage nature of the wolf. Sometimes Severus provoked him enough to make him snap, just as a reminder that anger didn't turn him inhuman. Remus could be angry at the whole world for how they see him, want to burn them down along with their prejudices, and Severus would light the flame and still see the fundamental gentleness of his soul that most people, himself included, lacked.

It was a strange notion, but perhaps it was the Wolf's brutal nature that birthed such a strong commitment to kindness.

He narrowed his eyes in response. How many times would they have this discussion before Remus could finally see that some lies keep a roof over your head and earn some level of safety and respect? “Why do you want to lose this job so bad?” He jeered. “Imagine how well will it go if your employer and his friends finds out that you’re bent.”

“You know I hate lying more than what I’m forced to,” Remus bit back.

Severus got up and sat by his side, watching his boyfriend's disappointment from close. They’d never reach an agreement on this. Bloody lack of cunning. “Then be as honest as you must without putting yourself in danger, and let me proffer all the lies you need to tell,” he offered quietly.

A large, warm hand was placed over his, melancholy written all over his boyfriend's now defeated form. The disappointment was still there, perhaps not only for the reason Severus first assumed.

#snupin #drabble #remus lupin #severus snape #hp drabble

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