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I was crying too hard over the end of Creek Blues that I forgot to post this here.

ANYWAY, take this Creek Blues inspired moonwater. <3

Full thing on ao3

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I was crying too hard over the end of Creek Blues that I forgot to post this here.

ANYWAY, take this Creek Blues inspired moonwater. <3

Full thing on ao3

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red and blue

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@microcest Prompt: “Shhh…Don’t Let Mom Hear”

Fandom: Harry Potter

Ship: Sirius Black/James Potter Implied Regulus Black/Sirius Black w/ a dose of future Remus Lupin thrown in the mix.

Word count: 741

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"Nmph anpmh bremph," Sirius struggled behind the large hand cupping his mouth and nose. James loosened his grip to hear Sirius below him gasp for air. It was the dead of night, with only the moon shining through the sheer curtains in James' room. 

"Oh, shit, sorry." James stilled his movement, moving his hand to rest on Sirius' cheek, allowing him to take deep, steady breaths. 

"Okay, okay, I'm - ah - you can keep going - oh fuck" James braces himself, both hands palms down on each side of Sirius' head. Gripping the sheets, he slowly pulls out and thrusts back inside his best friend, his brother. This was the first summer break Sirius had spent every night at the Potters, his new home. 

"Pads, you need to keep it down."

"I'm trying just fuck; you feel so good, Jamie." This was the first summer break they did this almost nightly.

"Pads, please. Our mom's a light sleeper, you know that."

"Your mother." Sirius whispered with a hint of sadness in his voice."

"Stop that, you're my brother. She loves you just as much."

"I already had a brother."

"Have, love. We'll get him out. We'll get him out and show him what a home feels like."

James quickened his pace, in and out in a steady rhythm mimicked by the smaller boys: Ah, ah, ah. James slowly lowered himself to his elbows, making sure his rhythm didn't falter. He placed his forehead on the others; they were breathing the same air. Puffs of hot breath tickled the other, lips centimeters apart, but they didn't kiss. James hasn't asked why. It's not something they do. 

"Kiss me," Sirius said, taking James by surprise. He looked into the other boy's eyes, trying to find anything that told him Sirius didn't mean it. All he saw was love. When their lips met, they made soft, gentle movements. They were passionate but not hungry. 

Their movements grew increasingly frantic, and their breathing became labored. Sirius lowered his right hand from their grip on James' hair and began to stroke himself as quickly as he could. James felt Sirius clench around his cock; he knew he was close. With a shuddering sigh, Sirius spilled over his hand and stomach as James gave one, two, three more thrusts and spilled inside his best friend. 

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James wrapped his arm around Sirus' waist and pulled him close to his chest. They lay in the afterglow, waiting for their heart rates to slow and their breathing to even out. With his back against his chest, James couldn't tell if the smaller boy had fallen asleep until he spoke up. 

"He was my first kiss, and I was his... I haven't, not with anyone else." James didn't have to ask who Sirius was talking about. He knew he missed his brother. He knew the guilt that lived inside his best friend was eating away at him the longer he spent not knowing if he was okay. James squeezed Sirius a little closer to comfort him and remind him of his promise earlier that night. 

After a few minutes passed before Sirius spoke up again. 

"Prongs?" 

"Mmm?" James replied sleepily, burrowing his face in Sirius' hair and breathing in his scent. 

"Do you think if we invite Moony to be with us, he'll want to?" James was waiting for Sirius to bring up their other best friend. He moved his head to rest his chin on the other boy's shoulder. 

"Like be with us or be with us?" 

"Both"

"I'd like him to be." And he did. James loved his best friends and would do anything to keep them all safe. 

"Me too…do you think – do you think he'd be weirded out about.."

"I think you can carve out Moony's heart with your bare hands, and he'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt." He knew he said the right thing as he felt his best friend wiggle in excitement and classic tell for his happiness. Leave it to Sirius Black to find that statement romantic. 

"I think I'm in love with him." 

"I know." and I'm in love with your brother, James thought, but that's a conversation for another day.

"I love you too, you know, and I love my--" His voice cracked, unable to finish his thought.

"I know, Pads; go to sleep, yeah? We'll owl moony in the morning."

Both boys breathing even out, and Euphemia Potter was able to go back to sleep. 

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“Shhh… don’t let mom hear” 608 words

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Ginny knew she was being stupid, sauntering down the stairs in next to no clothes, but every time Charlie visited The Burrow, all inhibition went out the window.

The way he had grown into an adult, all firm muscles and deft hands… she didn’t stand a chance against him.

She trailed down the stairs, dodging every creaky step until she was in the sitting room, her older brother asleep on the patchwork sofa. He was covered in nothing but a threadbare blanket, his shirtless chest exposed to the warm evening air.

Ginny wasted no time in making her way over to him, immediately darting her tongue out and swiping it over his pink nipple. She watched as his body erupted in goosebumps before leaning over to swipe her tongue over the other one as well.

“Gin?” Charlie asked, voice gruff and sleepy and so fucking sexy.

“Shhh,” she crooned, climbing over him and straddling his lap. She pulled the blanket out from between them and tossed it to the side. “It’s me.”

Leaning forward, Ginny pressed her lips to his neck, laving over his throat and the curve of his adam’s apple. She hummed softly as his hands made their way to her hips and squeezed gently.

“What are you doing?” Charlie asked, pushing against her now.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” Ginny whispered, grinding her hips down — rubbing her bare pussy against the thin fabric of his underwear. She could feel how hard her brother was now, even just moments out of sleep. “I want you.”

“Ginny,” he said, voice stern. He shook his head. “You can’t. We — I’m your brother.”

“I don’t care,” Ginny replied, and she didn’t. It almost made her want him more, knowing that he loved her. That she was safe. She reached behind herself and slipped her hand under the waistband of Charlie’s underwear, wrapping her fingers around his cock before he had a chance to protest any further.

“Ginny, stop,” he said, pushing at her hips again. She only stroked his cock harder, smiling to herself at the fact that he was only getting harder under her grip.

“Shhh,” Ginny said again. “Don’t let Mum hear.” She inched backward until she was poised right over his cock, sitting down slowly as his length sunk into her easily.

Charlie groaned beneath her, and Ginny grinned.

“Your cock feels so good inside me, Charlie,” Ginny moaned, leaning forward and running her tongue over his upper lip.

“Do you, ah, fuck all of your brothers like this, Gin?” Charlie asked, head falling back.

Ginny shook her head, even though he wasn’t watching. “Just you,” she admitted.

Charlie’s eyes snapped open, his pupils blown wide. He looked feral now, possessive, and Ginny liked that.

He grabbed her hips tighter and began fucking into her more roughly, his hips bucking off the couch as hard as he could. Ginny ran a hand down her torso until her fingertips were brushing her clit.

Her body was trembling, and she knew she was going to come.

She moved her fingers more quickly over herself, chanting her brother’s name as her orgasm crashed over her — Charlie, Charlie, Charlie.

Almost instantly, Charlie was falling right over that edge too, spilling deep inside of her.

Suddenly, there were padding footsteps moving toward them, feet making contact with every creaky step in The Burrow.

Ginny pulled on a coat and ran to the kitchen, while Charlie pulled the blanket back over himself. She took down a glass and put it under the tap with absolutely no time to spare.

“Hey, Mum. Did I wake you?” Ginny asked. “I just needed some water.”

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@microcest Prompt: “Shhh…Don’t Let Mom Hear”

Fandom: Harry Potter

Ship: Regulus Black/Sirius Black

Sirius unplugged the machine only a second after the last drop of coffee dripped into the pot, avoiding the distinct beep that was sure to wake their parents down the hall. It wouldn’t be the first time he and Regulus were caught making a midnight brew after spending the evening in Sirius’s bed; Regulus writing on his laptop while Sirius drew, both in total silence. Words came easier when he was in a previously foreign bed surrounded by his scent, not to mention how warm he seemed to run despite the hospital cold environment Walburga liked to keep. Recently he’s grown more comfortable nestling up against the heat, the longer they were in their creative throes, the farther into his lap he’d find himself.

Sometimes he’d peek over at what Sirius was doing and he would do the same to him, and they’d silently laugh when they caught the other in the middle of creating something dirty.

“Just a commission,” they’d say because it was a bit strange to be working on a piece of that nature with your brother just a foot away. But it didn’t faze them, at least not anymore.

They were leaning on opposite counters, parallel to each other within an arm’s length, and smirking into their successfully sneaked cups of coffee. Sirius hadn’t bought creamer, usually he’d take it so sugary the flavor would stick to the back of your tongue and leave an artificial taste. Regulus preferred a more measured amount. But tonight they were measuring the other's reaction to their black cups of java, smirking over the rims of their mugs.

The only light was Sirius’s phone face down on the counter with the flashlight on, casting them eerily. In sync, they tipped their heads back.

It wasn’t half-bad Regulus thought, glad he’d bought a light roast when he and Sirius went shopping. Sirius on the other hand sputtered back into his cup, the drama queen he was.

Regulus stifled a laugh at the drops that escaped his lips, blotting his already dirty sleep shirt. “Shhh.”

“That’s horrid!” He whisper-yelled, scraping the taste off his tongue with his front teeth.

“It’s not that bad.” Regulus took another sip and grimaced, “It’s a little bad.”

“Yuck.” Sirius reached his hand back to pour it in the sink, coffee would have to wait until morning when he’d drag Regulus out of bed to accompany him to the corner store. “Back to my room?” He reached out a hand to do the same to Regulus’s who gave it one last try before shaking his head and conceding. It went down the drain with a gurgle.

He followed Sirius’s back and the light of his phone, which he shut off and slipped into his pocket once they passed the threshold to the kitchen not wanting the wandering light to slip under their parent's bedroom door.

Regulus shamelessly checked out his backside in his flannel pajama pants, the epitome of a grimy older brother, one that spends way too much time hunched over his tablet. He still had on that dorky little glove he wears to draw, but while he takes note of this he doesn’t notice the other hand is coming at him in the darkness, and arms are circling him. One runs vertically over his chest and the other comes out from under his arm and over his mouth, almost too tight over his nose.

In his confusion, he fights against them for a moment, Sirius walks him backward to the kitchen and presses his front to the counter. His hips give to bending a little forward as he leans over him. Regulus makes a muffled noise that Sirius strangles down with the tightening of his hand, and that’s when Regulus hears the toilet flush and goes stock still.

It could be either one of their parents, and neither of them wants to find out. Once Sirius knows Regulus will stay quiet he loosens his grip but does not remove either hand, Regulus’s hands grip the one across his middle as he hopes the late-night wanderer doesn’t go for a glass of water.

They hear the distinct sound of their mother clearing her throat, which doesn’t help at all. Orion would tell them off and send them to bed, Walburga would take every device they’ve got for the rest of the week and neither of them needed her to see the tabs they'd left open.

She’s taking longer than expected, and Regulus is strung up in his brother's arms in the darkness, his eyes unseeing and every touch amplified by the sensory deprivation. He can't help but feel the bulge so neatly pressed between his cheeks between the thin fabric of their pants. He startles himself with the thought, and unconsciously goes to move away from it but finds he has nowhere to go, being made to wriggle against it. Sirius gasps behind him. A drawer he’s pressed against rattles lightly.

“Stop moving.” Sirius hisses into his ear, closing in on him further. But Regulus can hardly breathe, he moves his hands up to try to pry the fingers off his nose and mouth, and Sirius only lifts them enough to allow his mouth to open underneath. Unsatisfied he does what any younger brother would do and licks his palm in hopes of encouraging him to drop it all together.

Sirius’s hips twitch upward, slotting himself further in the ditch under his ass and between his thighs. Regulus is up on his toes, trying to maintain some form of decency, but when his calves give with the shock he’s lowering himself onto Sirius, involuntarily making the boy behind him rut up his behind. Now he’s glad Sirius’s hand is over his mouth because his lips part at the form of his brother nudging a bit more swollenly against the small of his back.

They hear the sink turn on in the bathroom, and with their fine-tuned ears from living like mice in this house they can tell the water doesn���t hit the bottom of the sink, instead, it fills up the cup their mother keeps for rinsing her mouth and taking her sleeping pill with.

Regulus’s lips curl away against his brother's palm when he bites the plumper flesh under his thumb, he can hear and feel Sirius’s mouth drop behind his ear, spit catching in the back of his throat, and a hot breath sounding like a jet engine when it’s poured direct into his ear canal.

The cock against him gives a languid dirty pulse, the flexing of Sirius’s thighs coupled with it. Regulus throws all caution to the wind and licks his palm again, pushing back against Sirius, and this time he bucks up into him. They hear the sink cabinet open and close.

They begin to writhe together, Regulus is crushed against the counter as Sirius dwarfs him in stature and size, and he drops his hands to place them firmly against the countertop. The breathing from his nose comes out a bit frantic and strangled in the silence, so he stops altogether. Pleased with his compliance Sirius finally drops his hands and to his delight, they curl around his hip bones pulling him back to slot himself against his cheeks once more.

Surely this didn’t count if they didn’t say a word, and if they did it in the pitch-black darkness where nobody could hear or see them.

When fingers dug into the tender center between his hips he made a small noise behind his closed lips.

“Shhh…Mom will hear.” Came from behind in the darkness, right under his earlobe. If Sirius wanted him to be quiet, he really shouldn’t have tugged on it with his teeth directly after. He wonders if it was a habit, he clenches his teeth to keep silent, on a mission to find out more of his brother’s tricks.

Then he stares into the void blindly with wide eyes at the lock clicking, and the door to the bathroom opens. Maybe she had heard them after all, it’s safe to say both of their stomachs dropped into the void too with the noise.

Footstep, footstep, footstep…They can hear the metal jingle of her hand being placed on the doorknob to the master bedroom. Yet, she stops. She’s listening. Their blood comes to a halt in their veins lest she heard that too. Footstep, footstep, slam!

She carelessly shuts the door, seeing as her sleep is the only one of worth in this house anyway. Any other night the two brothers would have slept right through it or listened from Sirius’s bed. Tonight, it’s their indication to make a break for Sirius’s room.

While Sirius lifts his door on its hinges and shuts it silently, Regulus crawls back into his bed, looking for a pillow to hug as if he wasn’t using it to cover his crotch.

His brother crosses the room and with the hand still wet with Regulus’s spit he clamps it over his mouth once more, stifling the yelp escaping his little brother's mouth.

“Come here.” He says lowly with a wicked look, and that gloved hand wraps around his ankle and pulls slotting their hips back together like they were meant to be.