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Regulus: James and I tried role playing last night and we did the whole “Professor and bad student who needs to pass” thing, and James wanted to be the Professor, so I had to be the horny and failing student. And you know I have a horrible phobia of failure, so when James whispered “You’re failing my class, you naughty boy” in my ear, I started crying and we had to stop.
Barty: For real?
James, sighing: For real.
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barty x sirius minific | 610 words | explicit | @ecstarry
Sirius is a very respectable young gentleman. He gets very good marks, if you didn’t know, and he actually knows how to use every single different kind of fork, and he isn’t a half-bad dance partner. Very prim and proper, if you ask him. Sirius is a—
“Fucking slut.”
Sirius is in the bed of someone who he has no business being in the bed of. He’s got no business being in the same room as Crouch, really, but it can’t be helped.
(And he isn’t in the bed, anyway; he’s bent over the side of it, which is very different, if you ask him.)
Barty has him by the hair, his hand twisting the length of it around his fist, yanked just enough to keep Sirius’ head pulled back and his neck exposed, and his— well, his trousers are still on, despite how loud he’s moaning, which makes him feel like a bit of a slag.
(He likes it, of course, the feeling-like-a-slag part. And nobody can do that like Barty.)
“Nasty fucking whore.”
Sirius moans as Barty grinds against the back of him, pressing his cock harder into the edge of the mattress. He can feel Barty straining against his own trousers, shoving his cock again and again to the curve of Sirius’ arse.
(Prim and proper boys have nice arses, mind you, and they appreciate when attention is paid to this characteristic.)
Barty pulls his hips back, and the next smack is from the base of his palm. Sirius bites his lip to try and stifle the noise that erupts from his throat.
“God, you’re such a fucking whore,” Barty half-groans. Sirius tries to nod his head and relishes in the sting across the base of his scalp. “Who would’ve thought the Black heir would be such a mindless slut?”
Sirius is needy, trying to move his hips against the mattress for friction while also pushing back to chase desperately after Barty’s hand. He’s rewarded with another hard spank, the pain radiating through his trousers and across his prim, proper arse.
“Keep moaning like that, and people are going to hear you,” Barty says, letting go of Sirius’ hair to grip his hips with both hands. He presses his cock against Sirius hard, pinning him against the mattress. Even still, Sirius tries to keep humping the bed, pathetic and desperate. “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Everyone seeing how big of a slut you are?”
(He would, very much, which comes across in the way he digs his fingernails into the sheets and whines yes, yes, yes.)
“I bet you’d let me bend you over anywhere.”
“Yes.”
“In front of anyone.”
“Mmph, fuck, yes, Barty.”
“And let everyone know what a brainless, pathetic whore you are.”
“Please, please, please—”
“I bet you’d let anyone fuck you.”
“Anything—”
“All your little friends? Potter?”
Sirius has lost the capacity for coherent speech and answers Barty’s question with a mess of affirmative whines. Barty’s loosened the grip on his hips, letting him grind into the mattress at his own desperate pace.
“Be a good little slut and cum in your pants for me.”
Respectable gentlemen make very good little sluts, if you didn’t know, and so Sirius loses himself into the white-hot ecstasy of spilling into his own pants— and to think his mother said he could never do as he was told.
Barty’s hand lands again on his arse, and Sirius jolts. “Fucking disgusting,” he grumbles, and Sirius shudders. “Now turn around, so I can fuck your mouth.”
And, well, you know what they say about respectable young gentlemen. Sirius’ knees hit the floor.
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freshman - march 1 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - NSFW (implied sex but not detailed) - word count: 523
“....so fucking perfect, guys,” James said reverently, laying on his dorm bed and grinning, knowing he had been rambling for too long, and yet completely unable to stop. He’d been talking about this all day, and yet he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Thinking about him. “He had…God, the most perfect eyes, and this little smirk that just…fuck. And his body. Fuck, I would’ve been happy just staring, but then he just dragged me into that room, and pushed me on the bed-”
“We’re happy for you, mate,” Sirius interrupted, grinning, even though all of them had heard the story of James’s mystery man at least ten times. “Glad you had fun at the party.”
“Oh, the party was awful. Right, Pete?” James asked Peter, who still looked a bit pale from the amount of alcohol he’d consumed.
“I think so,” Peter mumbled, head in his hands.
“But fuck, it didn’t even matter. That guy was….” James grinned and launched into the more specific details again.
Remus and Peter seemed to zone out, but Sirius, the amazing friend he was, smiled and nodded along as James went on and on, giving a play-by-play, asking the appropriate questions and giving the appropriate reactions.
“...and I think I’m in love,” James finished, after giving the details about how he and the other man finished. “But I’m kicking myself because I didn’t get his number! Didn’t even get his name!”
“M’sure you’ll see him soon,” Sirius said bracingly, clapping him on the shoulder. “The school’s small. Which reminds me– Reg’s starting as a freshman here this year! I told him to stop by to visit soon, so he can meet all of you.”
The others made noises of excitement. Ever since they’d started rooming together at University last year, they’d heard a lot about Regulus, and everyone was eager to meet him. Before any more could be said, there was a knock on the door of their room.
“Reg!” Sirius yelled, ignoring Peter’s moan of complaint at his loudness. He bounded off of his bed and wrenched open the door. “Mates, this is-”
James stared into the gray-blue eyes he’d been thinking about for the past twelve hours and gasped out loud. “Fuck,” he mumbled, his shock mirrored in Regulus’s own expression.
It was Remus who realized first, and Peter shortly after. They broke into fits of giggles as Sirius still looked between James and Regulus confusedly, obviously missing something. But after twenty blissful seconds, he gasped a truly horrified gasp.
“Oh no,” he cried, turning a deep shade of maroon. “Oh my God. James!” He pointed a shaking finger at James, who had a hand over his mouth. “You-you told me all about how much you love shagging my brother!? You gave me details! Oh fuck, I asked questions!”
James glanced at Regulus, who seemed to be struggling not to join in on Remus and Peter’s laughter. He sent James a smirk and said. “That good, eh?”
And James couldn’t help but nod. “Yeah,” he admitted, voice rough.
“Someone kill me,” Sirius wailed in the background.
But James was too busy staring at Regulus again.