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Barty looked over at his lover, sleeping peacefully on his back. His naked body was on display as he’d kicked off the blankets hours earlier. He couldn’t help how pretty the man was, his inky black hair fanned out, stark against the white linen pillows. His pinkish scars stood out against his pale skin, even in the low light of the early morning hours.
Barty rolled away from his boyfriend and quietly grabbed the bottle of lube from where he’d discarded it the night before. He popped the lid as quietly as he could before rolling back to Sirius.
Sirius’ cunt was on full display as he laid sleeping. Barty smiled as he scooted as close as he could without disturbing the other man.
The thing about Sirius was that he was normally a light sleeper, except for those days when he’d been drunk the night before.
The plan had been set in stone for weeks, the safe words were well known, now it was time for action.
Barty threw a leg over Sirius’ leg that laid closest to him, trapping it underneath his.
Sirius didn’t even stir, his breathing stayed consistent.
Barty was happy with how things were already turning out, so he reached out, his hand finding Sirius’ sex in seconds.
Two of the lubricated fingers slipped right into Sirius in one fell swoop.
A small groan made its way up from Sirius’ throat, but nothing really changed.
Barty let out a breath of relief as Sirius immediately settled again, he didn’t want to wake the man just yet.
He scissored his fingers apart. It didn’t matter that they’d fucked less than eight hours ago, he wanted his boyfriend stretched for him.
It took only moments for Sirius’ body to comply with Barty’s demanding fingers and his incessant movements; Barty slipped in a third finger,
“Mmmm, not now babe- ‘m tired.” Sirius whined sleepily.
“Your cunt is ready for me, Si.” Barty kept his tone even as he crawled over Sirius’ leg, refusing to pull his fingers out of the man.
“No.” Sirius whined as he spread his legs just a little more for Barty. “Get out of me.”
“I’ll only be a few minutes.” Barty rolled his eyes, slipping into the role of the asshole boyfriend, easily. He went back to thrusting his three fingers in and out, watching them disappear into Sirius’ hungry hole. It was then that he noticed the red.
Blood.
Sirius’ period.
“My pussy’s sore.” Sirius argued weakly.
“I bet it is.” Barty watched for any discomfort as he slipped his pinky in with the rest, working the man open. “Either way, it won’t make a difference if I use you now then.”
“Please, Master, don’t- not tonight.” Sirius whispered.
Barty smirked as he pulled his dripping with red fingers out and leaned forward, draping himself over Sirius as he lined his prick up with Sirius’ entrance.
He felt a little bad, soiling the white sheets with his red handprint but it was a fleeting feeling.
“You can use it tomorrow, just give me tonight off.” Sirius wore a scowl as he glared at Barty through half lidded eyes.
“Oh baby, It’s already tomorrow.” Barty chuckled as he thrust in, burying himself to the hilt in one quick movement.
“No- ow! That hurt! Why are you being such a dick?” Sirius’ voice raised in pitch. Barty could tell he was lying about the pain; even if it did hurt- well, Sirius loved pain.
“You can deal with it for five minutes.” Barty rolled his eyes as he pulled out, until just his swollen head was still inside, before slamming in again.
“You can’t do this! I said no!” Sirius continued to whine.
“And when did I say I gave a fuck?” Barty chuckled, repeating his harsh thrusting.
“You’re my boyfriend-”
“And by how wet your cunt is, by how well it's squeezing me, I know for a fact you want this.” Barty smirked.
“No, no, no-” Sirius chanted as he pushed against Barty.
“See.” Barty smiled. “You’re taking me so well, little slut.”
“Master.” Sirius breathed. “Please-”
“Please what?” Barty taunted.
“Please don’t touch my clit.” Sirius whimpered.
Barty’s smile grew as his hand ventured down between them, to Sirius’ cunt. “Oh, you mean this little thing?” He asked as he thumbed the organ somewhat roughly with the pad of his thumb.
“Ah! S-s-stop- please-”
“Shut up.” Barty rolled his eyes.
“No- B- what?” Sirius whined. “Please- don’t-”
Barty took his finger off of the organ, pulling a whine from the other man.
“What about-”
Barty’s streaked-red hand was across Sirius’ face in seconds. Not enough to hurt- “Shut your mouth, fuck- I just want to use your cunt.”
Sirius whined, another high, pathetic sounding noise. “Master-”
Barty rolled his eyes, feigning annoyance as he kept his movements hard and steady.
“I- Master- can I-”
“You’re not to come, you didn’t want to be used. You don’t get pleasure when you tried to deny me mine.” Barty sneered.
“Master! I can’t stop it-”
“Don’t play that shit tonight, Baby.” Barty spat. “I know you can hold it, and you will.”
“Ah- ah- ah-” Sirius moaned as Barty battered his insides with harsh thrusts.
“Little slut, only you can take four fingers one minute and grip my cock the next.”
“Fat.” Sirius whined. “Thick.”
“Oh, don’t tell me you’re this cock dumb already.” A groan followed Barty’s words.
“Mast-”
Barty’s blood-stained hand came up to clamp Sirius’ mouth shut. “All I asked for was a little- ah- a little peace and aha- fuck- peace and quiet.”
Sirius screamed as well as he could with a hand covering his mouth. Barty could feel the vibrations up his arm. The sound was there- but weak after traveling through so much flesh- through so many bones.
Barty’s movements were quick. Precise. Hitting Sirius in all the right places, over and over as a form of torture.
“Fuck, you feel so good around me. I’ll never understand.” Barty groaned, his orgasm approaching fast. His hand squeezed the flesh it held so tightly- then he felt it.
Two taps.
Two taps, yellow.
Two taps, pause.
Two taps on his shoulder had him immediately letting go of his lover’s mouth and stilling his hips, fully seated in Sirius.
“You okay?” Barty whispered, taking Sirius’ face between his hands, gently rubbing the reddened skin around Sirius’ mouth. “Too far?”
Sirius shook his head as well as he could without shaking off Barty’s touch. “I’m okay, just needed a moment.”
“As long as you need.” Barty smiled genuinely. “We can call it off if-”
“No! No- please- keep going.” Sirius encouraged him with a grin. “Just the grip was a bit much.”
Barty nodded in understanding. “I’ve got you, pretty boy. Anything else?”
Sirius nodded. “The dirty talk, can we up it?”
“Of course.” Barty grinned wickedly as he raised his hand to show Sirius the mess. “Did you know you had started?”
Sirius shook his head. “I wasn’t due for a few days.”
“Mind if I lean into it?” Barty wondered. “I don’t want to if it might mess with your headspace.”
“Mmm, actually, it sounds hot. I’ll tap out if I need.” Sirius agreed before falling back into character. “Green again.”
Barty let his hand fall to grasp the bloodied sheets as he snapped his hips, falling back into the headspace of chasing his pleasure. “Dirty boy, ruining my fucking sheets with your bloody mess.”
“S-sorry Master.” Sirius groaned as Barty focused his hips.
“No slut, it’s my fault real- fuck! Really- I don’t fuck you hard enough so you bleed when I do. Gotta- ahhh- gotta stop treating you so fragile all the time.” Barty panted as he drew closer and closer to his goal.
“Master- I’ll be better.” Sirius whimpered as he felt Barty’s body tightening. “Be better for you-”
“Mmm, I’ll train you better, fix my- fuck- my mistakes.” Barty felt the coil tighten, tighten, tighten, before it snapped.
Barty’s vision went white as he came hard, his prick shooting rope after rope into his lover, mixing with the red-
Barty came to a moment later, his dick, soft and wet, slowing leaving Sirius’ body.
Sirius’ hand was in his hair, running the coffee-colored strands through his fingers. “Welcome back to the land of the living.” He chuckled.
“Shut up.” Barty rolled his eyes as he moved off of the man below him.
Barty sat back on his heels between Sirius’ legs and watched the pink ooze from Sirius’ hole. He looked up to meet Sirius’ eyes. “Color?”
“So fucking green.” Sirius grinned as he widened his legs best he could.
Barty leaned forward, his palms planted on the bed as he kicked his legs back behind him, immediately laying his head on Sirius’ pale thigh. He smiled as the ooze continued. Out of the hole, down the perineum and down, down, down, out of sight. Barty knew if he moved, he would see the fluid running over the dark, puckered rim.
“Master.” Sirius whimpered. “Please, no.”
Barty dipped a finger into the mess, wetting up to the second knuckle before pulling it out again.
He looked at the coated finger, not thinking twice before popping it in his mouth.
He wasn’t a stranger to tasting himself on Sirius, it was a taboo he enjoyed on the regular, but he was curious to see how Sirius’ menstruation would affect the taste he’d grown accustomed to.
His tongue lapped at the mixed fluids on his finger and found, while the blood added a metallic flavor, it wasn’t much different from those times he’d been Sirius in the throes of passion and let his teeth sink a little too far.
“Fuck.”
Barty’s eye flew to Sirius’ face, finding the man staring in awe. His lips parted, his hair a mess, his skin glowed in the early morning light.
Sirius was the most beautiful man Barty had ever seen, especially like this.
The dressed-up Sirius was beautiful, sure, but the lazy grinned, messy Sirius was his favorite. The one not a lot of other people got to see. The one that set his heart alight.
Barty popped the finger from his mouth and grinned. “Lay back. I’m hungry for pretty boy.”
Sirius couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped his throat. “Oh my god, never say that again.”
Barty grinned; happy he could make his lover laugh with a terrible joke. “Fuck.”
“What?” Sirius wiped the tear from his eye with a finger, that weird way he always did, claiming it’d reduce wrinkles.
“I love you.” Barty whispered.
“Oh god, shut up, shut up.” Sirius shook his head, his smile still just as bright as he playfully added “Get on with it, would you?”
“Mmmm, my pleasure, slut.” Barty winked before righting himself and immediately thrusting his tongue deep into Sirius.
“Ahhh, fuck.” Sirius groaned as Barty licked his insides. “Fuck- fuck- fuck-” He chanted.
Barty savored the coppery taste mixed deliciously with his own bitter fluids that filled his senses.
Barty hadn’t realized he’d started to zone out until he’d seemingly lapped up everything his tongue could get to. He licked his way up until his lips were settled around Sirius’ clitoris.
The moment Barty started suckling, Sirius’ hand found it’s way down to Barty’s hair. Sirius tightened his grip at the roots of the brunet strands and pulled.
Barty let off with a groan and let his lover move him.
Push.
Pull.
Reposition.
Grind.
Sirius found a rhythm, holding Barty’s head tightly by his hair as he jutted his hips up just slightly, just enough to grind.
“Fuck- fuck- ah!” Sirius cried out.
Barty watched through his lashes as his lover chased his release with fervor.
“Please- please- fuck- can I? Can I-”
“Come for me, Si, come on. Come for me.” Barty encouraged as he quickly worked two fingers into the man.
“Fuck!” Sirius wailed as his body seized and shook. His cunt squeezed Barty’s fingers; the intensity of the moment left them both feeling incredible.
“You look like a crime scene.” Sirius huffed out after a moment; his smile tired, lazy.
Barty pulled his fingers out of his boyfriend, oh so carefully before sitting up on his knees again.
“Oh.” Sirius smirked. “That’s hot.”
Barty looked at him, perplexed, before following his line of sight.
Barty's cock was at attention again. This skin of his shaft was streaked in dried red blood and made for an erotic sight.
Eyes flitting back to Sirius, he found the man holding the small bottle of lube he’d held earlier.
Sirius popped the cap as he moved his leg. The leg was now out in front of him, knee raised just barely off of the bed.
Barty stayed silent as he watched Sirius pop the cap on the bottle and drizzle it along his leg before tossing the bottle away.
“Come here, pup.” Sirius encouraged him closer.
Barty was helpless but to obey.
Sirius ran a hand down the messy leg, just off to the side of Barty, spreading the slick substance around the smooth skin. From mid-thigh, down to his ankle, then back up again.
Sirius’ hand, now coated with slick, left his skin and made its way to the skin of Barty’s shaft.
Barty watched, his hands gripping his own thighs as Sirius wet and stroked him until the dried blood was now rehydrated and smearing further, the clear lubricant now tinged red.
Sirius teased the head of Barty’s cock with his nails, causing the man to groan.
Sirius snatched his hand away and leaned back again.
Barty let out a long whine before Sirius nudged him with the slick leg.
“Come on, dirty pup. Use my leg.”
“Si-”
“No.” Sirius growled, cutting Barty’s words off. “Bad dog.”
Barty dropped his head as he whined again.
“You know how you talk to me, pup.” Sirius chastised him.
Barty barked weakly.
“Good boy, such a good boy.” Sirius praised. “Now come on, hump my leg. You can do it.”
Barty shuffled around the bed, crawling until he was straddling Sirius’ slick thigh. He lowered himself, onto his forearms and even farther, allowing his hard-on the meet the slick skin.
The slide pulled a myriad of noises from Barty’s mouth.
Sirius happily buried a hand in Barty’s hair. He manipulated Barty's head to turn and lay against his hip. “Good boy, who’s a good boy. You. You’re my good boy, aren’t you? Come on, grind against my leg, good boy.”
Barty felt the orgasm approach quickly as he ground his cock against the skin of Sirius’ shin. The slide was perfect, and the pressure was just on the right side of painful.
Barty let out a whine as he felt the pressure build and build and build- he sped up his hips as he whimpered some more.
“That’s a good boy, come for me.”
The orgasm pulled him under as soon as the words left Sirius’ lips.
His hips gave out, dropping his full weight onto the leg underneath him and crushing his own spurting cock.
“Ah!” Tears formed in his eyes as he ground the appendage against the limb beneath him, the pain mixing with pleasure.
“Good boy, there’s my good boy. Coming on my leg like a good boy. There you go, I can feel it. Feels good pup.” Sirius continued his praise as he kept petting the man’s hair.
It took a moment for Barty to come back down.
“Fuck, that was hot.” Sirius chuckled as Barty rolled off of his leg and laid out on his back.
Sirius ignored the mess they’d made as he rolled toward Barty, laying his head on Barty’s chest.
“Fuck- fuck that was good.” Barty agreed as he brought his arm up, around Sirius and gently ran his fingers up and down a small section of Sirius’ spine.
“I’m going to need you to wake me up like that more often.” Sirius smiled softly as he stroked his hand over Barty’s lube smeared chest.
“I love you.” Barty breathed.
“I love you too.” Sirius whispered back. “More than you’ll ever know.”
“Fucking hell.” Barty whispered. “We have to shower- we're due to meet Reggie and Remus in an hour.
“You act like they’ll be shocked when we’re late.” Sirius snorted.
“You mean ‘if’?”
“Nope.” Sirius chucked as he moved to get up. “But we do need to shower.”
Barty watched as Sirius made his way toward the bathroom.
Sirius stopped in the doorway and turned toward Barty. “You coming?”
Barty looked him up and down, the man’s bottom half obviously spotted in blood, lube and come. “Uh huh.” He agreed.
“If you hurry up, you can bend me over the counter afterwards. Wear my blood beneath your jeans to have brunch with my brother and his boyfriend.” Sirius offered before walking into the bathroom, shaking his hips as he went.
Barty was off the bed and following in seconds.
Fin.