Fic: For Reasons Unknown Part 2
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hpkinkfestTitle: For Reasons Unknown
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Prompt Number: #246 submitted bycarolinelamb
Kink Showcased: Amnesia (Yes, you read that right.)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Sirius Black/Severus Snape
Summary: AU/Post-war: Sirius returns from The Veil without any memories of his former self and is forced to spend time with Severus Snape. Of course, it’s only natural that things get complicated.
Content Notes/Warnings: None. Sorry. :/
Word Count: 18,143
Author's Notes: This prompt got away from me and turned into this monster fic when I wasn’t looking. Many thanks go to my spouse for being there for me, despite her great dislike for this pairing. (She’s crazy!) And large buckets full of love and thanks tokjmom1 for being my cheerleader. Without her this story would never have gotten finished. Last, but certainly not least, thanks goes to 13alias31 for being a wonderful beta and taking on this monster of a fic so last minute. Any remaining mistakes are my own.
Sirius stood under the spray of the shower, the warm water cascading down his back. Harry would be just outside waiting for him to finish his shower, worried like an over bearing parent that he might do something stupid, like try to use toothpaste to wash his hair instead of shampoo. This was completely unnecessary, since he was more than capable of cleaning himself. Once he had been reminded of the basics, (rinse, lather, repeat.) he had no problem taking a shower with little incident. Nonetheless, Harry would stand outside the door, asking every five bloody minutes if everything was alright.
Even so, he enjoyed the fifteen minutes he had to himself. This was the only time he could be alone with his thoughts other than the time just before falling sleep at night.
And after what had happened today, he had a lot to think about.
Sirius had been skeptical about Severus at first after learning that he was nothing like the man Harry portrayed him to be. But he quickly learned to like him and his dry humor, his wit, and the throaty laugh he would let out before catching himself and quickly regain his composure.
Not only had Severus proven to be great company, he was also the only one who did not treat him like some kind of child. He respected Sirius. Whether he intended to or not, Sirius wasn’t sure, but he gave him more credit than Harry ever had. Severus didn’t find treating him like a child necessary, and Sirius greatly appreciated it.
He also appreciated Severus’ honesty. When he asked questions, regardless of the context, Severus would give him some form of an answer, which was more than he could say about anyone else. Of course, this is where he had to put his complete trust into the man. He knew that Severus could tell him anything and he’d have no sensible reason not to believe him. Even if he doubted Severus’ answers, he had no one he could go to and cross check with, therefore, he had to put his trust into Severus.
Sirius enjoyed asking questions too. With no memory of the past, everything was new to him, and one question after another came to mind. He liked asking about his relationships with others. How did he meet Harry, how was he related to Andromeda, and baby Teddy? What was Hogwarts, and why were they rebuilding it? What was the war like? Did you see Harry kill the dark wizard?
As much as he hated being treated like a child, he loved being told stories like one, and Severus was always so matter of fact with them, short and simple answers that never quite quenched Sirius’ thirst to learn more. He wondered, if he asked enough questions, and got enough answers, if maybe something would trigger his memory and everything would come flashing back. He never wanted to stop asking questions.
Of course, he still knew there were touchy subjects, and he could tell when Severus didn’t want to talk about them. When Sirius had tried asking him if he was really the hero Harry made him out to be, he had sneered and said that Harry exaggerated and in the process developed a warped sense of hero worship. It quickly became obvious that the subject was off limits.
Sirius had also been nervous to ask about their relationship with one another. Sirius thought that Severus hated him, or maybe hated him at one point. His mannerisms hinted at as much. But he wasn’t sure how he should ask about it, and for several days, he beat around the bush until his curiosity took the better of him.
When he had asked, he was more than surprised by Severus’ answers. They had been lovers. He knew the word, he knew its meaning, as he did with most words. After all, he had only lost his memory, not his vocabulary.
He wanted to doubt Severus at first. Laugh, and call it a joke, but he had complete faith in Severus’ answers, and with no reason not to believe him, he had accepted that perhaps he was gay. One look at Severus, and even with the greasy black hair and the abnormally large nose, he could see the appeal.
However, Severus telling them that they had been lovers had raised a whole new arsenal of questions. Why did Severus call him Black? How had they become lovers if, as Severus had said, he had been an arse to him? He wanted to ask, but, Severus didn’t seem to want to put it up to discussion, so Sirius had let it drop, ready to bring it back up later.
Tomorrow, he had every intention of asking Severus for the details. If they had been lovers, did that mean that Severus wanted to pick things back up where they left off? Would he want to kiss him? Sirius was hopeful that was Severus’ objective.
He had asked Severus how he had felt about his death, and while he had expected the man to say he had been sad, it did make more sense to him somehow when he said he had been angry instead. Sirius had been overcome with a feeling of guilt, and he wanted nothing more to tell Severus how sorry he was and, perhaps, kiss it all better.
As Sirius opened the shampoo and poured a decent amount of it in his hand, he began to wonder what it had felt like when he had used to kiss Severus. How did they use to kiss? Sirius wanted so badly to remember. Had they started off slow and let it build into something passionate, or had they skipped all that and quickly move to heavy petting?
Sirius lathered the shampoo into his hair as he wondered. Perhaps tomorrow he would try and find out. Maybe ask Severus what he liked most about kissing him, or maybe he’d skip all the questions, kiss Severus and then ask later. He stepped back into the water, washing the shampoo out as a pressure began to slowly build in his abdomen.
There was a knock on the bathroom door, pulling Sirius out of his thoughts.
“Sirius,” Harry called out. “Is everything alright in there?”
“Yes, Harry, I haven’t killed myself yet!” He called back with great annoyance.
“Just making sure,”
Sirius rolled his eyes, and quickly slipped back into his thoughts. As his mind drifted, one hand slowly left his hair to trail slowly down his body to his prick, which was half hard already. He knew what his body was responding to, knew exactly what was going on, but he had no memory of the previous times this had happened. Of all the times it had happened with Severus…
He felt like such a virgin, and as he took his cock in his hand, he wondered if maybe it had been Severus he had lost his virginity to. It seemed unlikely, but he would have no way of knowing.
Slowly, he stroked himself until he was fully erect, his thoughts focused only on Severus. He knew he didn’t have much time before Harry would be knocking on the door again, meaning he should probably toss off as quickly as possible.
He moaned as he swiped his thumb over the head. Severus would have done that to him, and the thought made him moan again. He imagined the man’s hand on him. Imagined Severus was there in the shower with him, behind him holding onto him from behind as he wanked, Severus’ own cock would be hard for him and he would kiss Sirius’ shoulder—no bite it, as he rolled his hips.
Or maybe it’d be the other way around. Maybe he’d be the one rutting up against Severus. Sirius bit his lip as the image formed in his head, and he had to hold back the loud groan he was sure Harry would hear.
The last thing he needed was Harry coming in here, thinking the worst and find him with his prick in hand, whispering Severus’ name.
He wondered what Severus would whisper, or if he’d whisper at all. God, he wished he could remember. Was Severus loud? Did he still say Black, or was the only time he ever said Sirius when they were naked and sweating?
Precome formed at the tip of his prick, only to be quickly washed away. He used his other hand to brace himself against the shower wall as he quickened his pace, reaching for that orgasm.
“Severus, Severus, Severus…” He whispered with each stroke. “Fuck, yes…”
Severus would be smirking now, turning them around so they were face to face and could wank one another at the same time. Sirius would lean in and demand a kiss, and it would be sloppy and wet and all tongue, but it would be exactly what Sirius needed.
He gasped as his orgasm took hold, hot strands of come covering his hand, only to quickly be washed away by the spray of the water. Sirius leaned his forehead against the title as he caught his breath.
He jumped when Harry knocked at the door again.
“Sirius, are you ok in there?”
He shut off the water and stepped out, grabbing a towel and drying himself off. “Yes, Harry.” He called through the door. “Be right out.”
He put on his pajamas that he had left on the bathroom counter, and after brushing his teeth, headed out to the hall. Harry was waiting for him, looking tired. The man should have gone to bed already, but Sirius knew he hadn’t because he was fulfilling his role as the over bearing parent.
They made small talk as they walked to Sirius’ room and Sirius climbed into his bed as Harry stayed in the doorway. He felt like such a child when Harry practically tucked him into bed every night. But of course, his protests had gone ignored along with his protests over everything else.
Severus would have let him go to bed by himself, he thought bitterly. Or hopefully go to bed with him, and they would lazily touch one another has they both slowly drifted to sleep.
Harry said good night and left, closing the door behind him.
Sirius used Bellatrix’s wand to cast a nox and laid there in the dark, thinking of Severus. With a sigh, he wondered if Severus would be willing to maybe give their relationship another try. He fell asleep thinking of devious plans to convince Severus that it was a good idea.
~*~
“Expelliarmus!” Black shouted and Severus’ wand twitched in his hand, but otherwise stayed exactly in place.
Black was on the other side of the room, wand at the ready as he practiced the disarming spell, so far, with little luck, having already been practicing for half an hour. Severus had been hesitant at first to practice the spell, mostly because the only one Black could practice on was him, and he didn’t want to be without his wand, even if it would be for all of thirty seconds.
But Black had already mastered the summoning charm and had been surprisingly fast at learning the vanishing spell, practicing on pieces of parchment crumpled up into balls. So Severus supposed now was a good time to teach the disarming spell.
“Try again, Black.” Severus said.
Black changed his stance and shouted the spell again, this time Severus’ wand fell out of his hand and clattered at his feet.
“Better,” Severus said as he bent over to pick up his wand. “Again,”
With a determined look in his eye, Black cast the spell again, and after a few more tries of it just falling to the floor he was finally able to cast the spell, Severus’ wand flying across the room, where Black caught it reflexively.
Black grinned obviously proud of himself. “I did it!” He said triumphantly.
“You astound me with your ability to perform a spell most wizards can perfect by the age of 12.” Severus replied sarcastically.
Black only continued to grin. “You’re not taking this moment from me. I did the spell, and regardless of how you feel, I’m quite proud of myself.”
Severus couldn’t stop the amused smirk of his lips, but quickly collected himself, and with a roll of the eyes was able to school his facial features back into place. “Alright, give me my wand back, and we’ll do this again until you’ve completely mastered the spell.” He held out his hand and began to cross the room to Black.
Severus watched as an evil glint formed in Black’s eye and he held the wand behind his back. “No, I think I’ll keep it now. I won it fair and square.”
Severus glared and stopped in front of Black. “I’m not going to play your silly game, Black. Give me my wand back.” He held his hand out, waiting.
“Alright,” Black said. “I’ll give it back under one condition.” He stepped forward, invading Severus’ personal space. “Kiss me for it.”
Severus stared blankly and stepped back. “Excuse me?” He quickly became angry, reminded of old pranks Black and Potter used to play on him in school. They would take something from him and only give it back after doing something really embarrassing.
The playful look left Black’s eyes and turned to one of uncertainty. “Yesterday you said we used to be lovers. So we must have kissed. I know a lot has happened since then, me dying, the war, things like that.” He waved his hand vaguely in a gesture. “But I’m back now, risen from the dead, we can start exactly where we left off.”
Severus attempted to glare. “You have no idea where we left off, Black.”
“You’re right, I have no recollection of that whatsoever. And maybe it’s more complicated than I think, and maybe you’re still really hurt about it, I honestly wouldn’t know. All I know is that I want to kiss you.”
Severus swallowed down his nerves. He had done this to himself when he had been stupid enough to think it would be a great idea to see just how far he could push Black. He was about to step back and break Black’s hand if it meant he could get his wand back, but Black hadn’t finished talking.
“Come on, Severus. Kiss me.” His breath was hot on Severus’ face. “I don’t remember what it’s like. I don’t remember what your lips felt like against mine. I don’t remember what it feels like to kiss.”
And then it didn’t matter that they had never actually ever kissed. Severus was overcome by a surge of lust that made him dizzy and then went straight to his groin. Black had no memory of kissing, and if Severus just leaned forward a little bit, he could steal that from him. Take away the innocence that had become Black when he had lost his memory.
With the hand that was still outstretched before him, Severus fisted the front of Black’s shirt and pulled him forward, bringing their lips together with a clang of teeth. Black moaned, dropping the wands to the floor in favor of wrapping his arms around Severus’ neck.
Severus took quick control over the kiss, pushing his tongue past Black’s willing lips and devouring his mouth. Black moaned again, and Severus reached down to grab the man’s hips and pull him closer still, a surge of lust going through him when he felt Black’s hardening prick press against him.
Slowly, and with great regret, they both pulled back from the kiss breathless, and gasping.
“Fuck, Severus…” Black panted, his arms still locked around Severus’ neck, making escape impossible. Not that Severus was particularly trying to get away. “You’re an incredible kisser. I forgot how great of a kisser you were.”
The words only reminded Severus that Black lacked a memory, and he had to stifle his groan by leaning forward and claiming Black’s mouth in a kiss again.
It was shorter this time, but Black was still just as breathless.
“You’ve always talked too much.”
“You like it, its part of my charisma.” Black argued and Severus silenced him with his lips yet again.
This time, Black tried to give back as good as he got, and they fought to dominate the kiss. Looking for more control, Severus stepped forward, making Black step back. He continued to do it until Black’s back hit a bookshelf with a thud.
Black pulled back from the kiss, gasping, and Severus took the moment to kiss down Black’s chin and to his neck, the stubble tickling his lips.
“Oh sweet Merlin, that feels good.” Black sounded surprised as he exposed his neck more.
Severus kissed and sucked at the juncture where Black’s jaw met his neck. He pushed his body up hard against Black’s and Black gasped again.
“I feel your prick.” Black said, and it would have sounded stupid, if not for the fact that he sounded so shocked and astounded, like he’d never experienced something as simple as snogging before.
And then Severus remembered that, no, Black wouldn’t since he lacked the memory. He groaned against Black’s neck, more turned on then than he ever had been in his life.
Black’s hips were thrusting up against Severus, the man’s hands tangling in his hair as he began chanting pleas for more.
Severus forced his hands up under Black’s shirt, rubbing his hands everywhere. He kissed his way back up to Black’s mouth, noting that he had left a large red mark on Black’s neck.
Black willingly kissed back, moaning against his lips as his own hands left Severus’ hair and fumbled with the button of his robes, eager to touch skin.
Without warning, Black pulled back from the kiss, threw his head back, and groaned. Severus could feel a pool of heat forming on the front of Black’s trousers and pressing against him.
Severus moaned. “Did you just—”
“I just came in my pants,” Black finished, completely stunned.
A shiver ran up Severus’ spine and he bit his lip, trying to prevent himself from the same outcome.
Severus went to kiss Black again, but he was stopped.
“Wait—did you hear that?”
“Hear what?” Severus strained his ears to listen.
“Hello?” Severus heard Potter call out in the distance.
“Shit,” Severus murmured under his breath in exasperation.
They pulled away from another, both in a hurry to right their clothing and fix their disheveled hair. Severus could hear Potter come up the stairs. He picked the wands off the floor handing the proper one to Black. Thinking fast, he pointed his wand at Black, getting rid of the large hickey he had left, as well as the obvious wet spot on the front of Black’s trousers.
Black reached out and put some of Severus’ hair into place just as Potter opened the door to the library.
Black snatched his hand back like he had been bitten. “Hello, Harry.” He smiled innocently.
Potter looked between the two in confusion. “What’s going on?”
“We were practicing the disarming spell,” Severus answered. “Black finally managed to get it right after working on it all day.”
Potter grinned, none the wiser to what really had been going on just before he decided to show up and ruin the moment. “That’s great, Sirius.”
Black nodded, casting Severus a side long glance. “It’s been a long day. I’m starving, Harry, what’s for dinner?”
“Do you want to stay for dinner, Severus?” Potter asked politely.
“No, I’d rather not.” Severus put his wand away. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Black, Potter.” He nodded as he headed out the door, getting out of there as fast as he possibly could.
Severus wasn’t completely sure if he knew what to expect the next day when he showed up at Grimmauld Place. Nor did he know what he wanted to expect. He didn't know if Black would even acknowledge what had occurred between them the night before. It was highly possible the man would pretend nothing had happened. Or, Merlin forbid, what if, with his poor memory, he’d forgotten? The thought had sent an unexpected shiver up his spine and a stir in his groin. But no, Black had shown no propensity for losing recent memories.
Or perhaps, Severus thought, Black would be interested in a repeat performance. He remembered how eager Black had been, so surprised with his desire, no memory of how great it could feel. His own memory of yesterday had caused him to engage in certain intimate activities of which he normally did not partake on a regular basis. He had come exceptionally hard at the thought of Black whispering in his ear, speaking in a low voice something along the lines, ‘show me how it goes, Severus. I can’t remember.’
When he arrived, Harry let him inside, told him Sirius was already in the library and promptly left, saying they had gotten a lead on one of the rouge death eaters. Severus headed into the library, anxious, still not sure what would happen.
They skipped practice and went straight to snogging, right there on the library table. Things progressed after that at a rapid pace. Black no longer spent his days practicing magic, instead he worked on perfecting the art that was making Severus moan. Soon they were giving one another hand jobs, Severus exceptionally loving the gasps and groans Black made.
The questions Black asked caused Severus to go wild with desire.
“Did I always like that? Was this how I did it? Was it always this hot?”
Severus never answered the questions, instead choosing to silence Black in a manner of ways, all of which Black was most responsive to.
They had just finished a vigorous snog, in which they had both come at the other’s hand. Severus cleaned them both up with a wave of his wand. He was putting his clothes to right as Black remained sprawled out on the table, cock still out as he panted for breath.
“Severus,” he asked.
“Black,”
“I have a question, and I’ve wanted to ask it for a long time.”
“So ask it,” Severus responded as he zipped his fly. “And put that away,”
Black looked down at his cock, and smiled. “What, don’t like the view?”
On the contrary, Severus liked the view more than he should have originally. “We need to get back to practice.” Severus replied, willing himself to stop staring.
Sirius laughed, as if he was fully aware of what Severus was really thinking, but tucked himself away nonetheless. “So, my question,”
“What is your question, Black?”
Black bit his lip tensely and Severus waited. “What’s the dynamics of our sex?”
The question took Severus off guard, even though it shouldn’t have. It was honestly only a matter of time before Black would ask, and then want to participate in such activities.
Unsurprisingly, Severus wasn’t really that experienced in that area. He was sure Black was, but Black had no memory, so his qualifications hardly mattered. Even so, he had a general idea what he’d like to experience with Black. He felt put on the spot and nervous, and Black only stared at him expectantly, waiting for an answer.
“Why?” He asked, trying to buy himself some time.
“Because I don’t remember,” Sirius said, feeling that it was blatantly obvious. “And you would since we were lovers and all. I thought I might ask Harry about the details, but you know how he is, he doesn’t like to tell me anything about my memories.”
“Oh, cease the sarcasm, Black.” Severus snapped.
Black sat up and reached out to Severus, pulling him close. “Then tell me. I want to remember. Remind me, because I’ve forgotten.”
Already, so soon after coming, Severus felt a stir in his trousers at Black’s words.
“Tell me,” Black begged.
Severus placed his hands on Black’s thighs as the man sat at the edge of the table and he stood between his legs.
“Fine,” Black said stubbornly. “If you’re not going to tell me, at least show me. As much as I enjoy snogging and wanking one another off, I’d much rather like to move along and have someone shove a cock somewhere.”
“Eloquent as ever, Black.”
He just smiled back cheekily. “Show me Severus. Show me how we used to do it.”
Severus was already half hard in his trousers. “Not here,” he said.
“Why not?” Black pouted.
“Because I’m too old to have sex on the floor.” Severus pulled away and Black stood up as well.
“My bedroom then,” he said. “Let’s go.” He took Severus’ hand and led him through the house. Sirius admitted them and closed the door behind them, twisting the lock.
To calm his nerves, Severus grabbed Black and pulled him into a kiss. Black moaned eagerly and kissed back, reaching for the buttons of Severus’ robes.
When he broke the kiss, he was breathless. “You know,” he said with a glint in his eye. “I realized that with this whole amnesia thing, I’m practically a virgin. Care to take my virginity, Severus?”
It was painful how fast the blood rushed to his cock, making him instantly hard. He claimed Black’s mouth in another kiss, and they stumbled back onto the bed, falling in a heap with Black on top.
Severus broke the kiss to begin kissing a path down Black’s neck, finding a delicious spot of skin and sucked at his neck as his hands tore away his clothes.
“Oh, was this how it was?” Black asked, with a chuckle.
“Black,” Severus barked. “You’re talking far too much. Put your mouth to better use.”
The man smirked down at him. “Is that how you used to get me to shut up, Severus?”
Severus groaned his trousers painfully tight. “Black…”
“We haven’t done blow jobs before. Not that I can recall. Was I any good at them, Severus?”
“Just shut your mouth and do something!” Severus pushed against Black, irritated.
With a chuckle, Black slid down Severus’ body and Severus pushed himself farther back on the bed to give the man more room.
“Merlin, you’re already so hard for me,” Black murmured and unzipped Severus’ trousers, which he promptly kicked off the rest of the way.
Black took his cock in his hand and looked up at Severus. “I can’t promise I’m any good now that I’ve forgotten how to do this.”
His cock twitched in Black’s hand. “Please, just stop talking.”
Black smirked and stuck his tongue out, running it up Severus’ hard length. Severus grunted as Black did it again.
“Is this how I used to do it, Severus?” Black placed a kiss to the tip of Severus’ cock. “Slow at first? I can’t remember, you have to tell me.”
“You didn’t always talk so much,” Severus said through gritted teeth.
Black licked away the bit of pre-come away from Severus’ tip, and then pulled back, making a disgruntled face.
“Oh God, did I really like that?”
“You loved it, now shut up.” He replied breathless. He grabbed the back of Black’s head and pushed down.
Black’s mouth opened up and took his cock in; gagging when it hit the back of his throat, but Severus hardly cared. Black had finally shut up, and despite his virgin qualities, he was amazing at what he was doing.
Black’s tongue, which was so often used to form obnoxious words, twisted and twirled. His mouth was hot and wet and sucked hard on Severus’ cock like a greedy whore. And he moaned loudly as Severus began to softly thrust his hips up, fucking Black’s mouth.
He would come quickly this way, and since he had already come earlier, he doubted his ability to get it up again. Grudgingly, he pushed against Black’s shoulders, and with a loud pop, his cock was free of Black’s mouth.
Black looked up at him dazed. Drool trailed down his chin, which he quickly wiped away. “What? Did I do something wrong?”
“No,” Severus panted. He grabbed Black and pulled him up for a kiss, devouring the man’s mouth. Black pulled back breathless.
“I want you so badly, Severus.” He breathed.
“Undress,” he ordered as he quickly removed the rest of his clothes.
Black stood up and stripped completely and Severus found himself staring. He was slim, and pale, accented with the dark black mark that had been, clearly, the only good thing to come out of his time in Azkaban. His cock hard and aching as it rested against his stomach. Severus realized that even with all the fooling around they had done in the library, he had never seen the man naked. Despite the lack of meat on his bones, Severus found him attractive, and the tattoo only added to the attraction. He wanted him. Badly.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” Black said as he took got a good look of Severus’ naked form. He climbed back on the bed, covering Severus’ body with his own, rutting his hard cock up against Severus’ thigh.
“What do I do now?” He asked, kissing along Severus’ neck.
“We need lube.”
“I don’t have any.” Black pulled back and looked down at Severus. “What do we do? Do we have to stop?”
“Shut up, Black and get me my wand.”
“Right,” Sirius said. Once again, he climbed off the bed and scrambled around the discarded clothes until he came back with Severus’ wand.
Severus took it from him and sat up on his elbows. “Give me your hand.”
Black held his hand out and Severus pointed his wand at it, whispering the spell that caused a pool of lube to form in Black’s hand.
“Need to learn that one,” Black muttered.
Severus threw his wand aside and lay back down, and rolled onto his stomach, pushing his rear up for Black to access. He waited for the man to move, who only stared down at him blankly; still holding the lube in his hand. Severus’ cock twitched when he remembered Black’s inexperience. “Make sure your fingers are completely covered and slowly push in a finger.”
He nodded and moved down Severus’ body to do as told, slicking his finger up and bringing it to Severus’ hole. Cautiously, he circled the rim, and Severus bit his lip. Then Black slowly pushed forward his index finger, and they both moaned.
“God, it’s so tight. Is it always this tight?”
“Don’t stop…” Severus could only say.
Black pushed his finger in the rest of the way. “Like this?”
“Yes,” Severus breathed. “Now move it.”
Black began thrusting his finger in and out of Severus’ tight arse hole. Severus kept biting his lip, and after awhile he told Black to add another finger.
Black moved his fingers slowly, and at Severus’ command began to scissor, slowly stretching out his hole. It felt incredible and when Black’s pace became too slow, he began rocking his hips back and fucking himself on Black’s fingers. He quickly got the hint and thrusted his fingers faster.
As an extra precaution, Severus had Black enter a third finger. When Black began humping the mattress in anticipation, Severus knew it was time to move on.
“Cover yourself with the rest of the lube.” Severus instructed, wincing when Black quickly pulled his fingers out to follow instructions.
“Now what, Severus?” Black asked his voice straining.
“Put it in me,” he replied just as breathless.
Black positioned himself and ran a trail of kisses up Severus’ spine before he began pushing his cock forward. It reached Severus’ hole, where it met a little resistance. Severus could tell Black was nervous as he gripped his hips, holding him steady and thrusted forward, his cock sliding into him with ease.
Black gasped loudly. “Oh fuck—Severus!”
Severus fell forward, pushing against the mattress. They stayed like that for only a moment, before basic drive and instinct caused Black to begin moving, first in slow, languid thrusts, but quickly picking up pace.
“It’s so tight!” Black groaned.
In no mood to hear more talking, Severus reached behind himself, grabbing a fist full of Black’s hair, and craning his neck back to pull him into a kiss. Black quickly set a pace, and moaned into the kiss.
When the kiss broke, Severus reached down his body and took himself in hand, stroking himself in time with Black’s thrust. Black attempted to angle himself so that he could watch Severus’ hand on his own cock, but found it increasingly difficult to keep balance, and returned to his prior position.
Without warning, Black shifted himself to nip the back of Severus’ neck, and in the process, found Severus’ prostate. He couldn’t contain the moan that escaped him.
“What did I do?” Black asked, not sure if he should panic or not.
Severus was unable to form words when Black hit it again.
“Do I stop?” Black then asked, stilling his hips.
“Don’t stop, you imbecile!” Severus rolled his hips back and Black quickly began thrusting again.
Black panted, his head dropping to rest on Severus’ shoulder. Every third or fourth thrust, he’d hit Severus’ prostate and it drove Severus closer and closer to orgasm.
“So close…” Black grunted, suddenly became erratic with his thrusts, and he gripped Severus’ hips without warning, digging his nails into him. “Fuck—Severus…” He moaned loudly and a warm wet heat filled Severus.
Black slumped against him, his breath hot in Severus’ ear. His eyes were closed, and Severus was about ready to kill him if he just fell asleep, leaving him like this.
“Severus…” Black murmured in his ear. “That was… Fuck, I forgot how incredible sex with you was.”
His orgasm tore through him and with little room to go it covered his hand, dripping onto the bedcovers. He gritted his teeth as wave after wave of pleasure took over him.
Severus lay there panting afterward, Black on top of him and quickly become a dead weight. He rolled the spent man off with a bit of effort.
Black looked over at him with lidded eyes as Severus found his wand and cast a quick cleaning spell getting rid of the sticky mess.
“That was amazing.” Black reached up and gently rubbed Severus’ arm. “The best sex that I can remember.”
Severus hummed, overcome with sudden exhaustion. He lay back down on the bed, and Black wormed his way into his arms. He knew that they should both get up and get dressed. They should both head back down to the library and Black should practice some spells before Potter returned home.
He knew this, but right now he couldn’t be bothered to care. Black shifted so that his head rested on Severus’ chest and he lazily traced circles along his skin and Severus found his eyes closing.
Everything else could just wait; he wanted to rest for now.
continue to part 3
Author:
secretlypadfootPrompt Number: #246 submitted by
carolinelambKink Showcased: Amnesia (Yes, you read that right.)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Sirius Black/Severus Snape
Summary: AU/Post-war: Sirius returns from The Veil without any memories of his former self and is forced to spend time with Severus Snape. Of course, it’s only natural that things get complicated.
Content Notes/Warnings: None. Sorry. :/
Word Count: 18,143
Author's Notes: This prompt got away from me and turned into this monster fic when I wasn’t looking. Many thanks go to my spouse for being there for me, despite her great dislike for this pairing. (She’s crazy!) And large buckets full of love and thanks to
kjmom1 for being my cheerleader. Without her this story would never have gotten finished. Last, but certainly not least, thanks goes to 13alias31 for being a wonderful beta and taking on this monster of a fic so last minute. Any remaining mistakes are my own. Sirius stood under the spray of the shower, the warm water cascading down his back. Harry would be just outside waiting for him to finish his shower, worried like an over bearing parent that he might do something stupid, like try to use toothpaste to wash his hair instead of shampoo. This was completely unnecessary, since he was more than capable of cleaning himself. Once he had been reminded of the basics, (rinse, lather, repeat.) he had no problem taking a shower with little incident. Nonetheless, Harry would stand outside the door, asking every five bloody minutes if everything was alright.
Even so, he enjoyed the fifteen minutes he had to himself. This was the only time he could be alone with his thoughts other than the time just before falling sleep at night.
And after what had happened today, he had a lot to think about.
Sirius had been skeptical about Severus at first after learning that he was nothing like the man Harry portrayed him to be. But he quickly learned to like him and his dry humor, his wit, and the throaty laugh he would let out before catching himself and quickly regain his composure.
Not only had Severus proven to be great company, he was also the only one who did not treat him like some kind of child. He respected Sirius. Whether he intended to or not, Sirius wasn’t sure, but he gave him more credit than Harry ever had. Severus didn’t find treating him like a child necessary, and Sirius greatly appreciated it.
He also appreciated Severus’ honesty. When he asked questions, regardless of the context, Severus would give him some form of an answer, which was more than he could say about anyone else. Of course, this is where he had to put his complete trust into the man. He knew that Severus could tell him anything and he’d have no sensible reason not to believe him. Even if he doubted Severus’ answers, he had no one he could go to and cross check with, therefore, he had to put his trust into Severus.
Sirius enjoyed asking questions too. With no memory of the past, everything was new to him, and one question after another came to mind. He liked asking about his relationships with others. How did he meet Harry, how was he related to Andromeda, and baby Teddy? What was Hogwarts, and why were they rebuilding it? What was the war like? Did you see Harry kill the dark wizard?
As much as he hated being treated like a child, he loved being told stories like one, and Severus was always so matter of fact with them, short and simple answers that never quite quenched Sirius’ thirst to learn more. He wondered, if he asked enough questions, and got enough answers, if maybe something would trigger his memory and everything would come flashing back. He never wanted to stop asking questions.
Of course, he still knew there were touchy subjects, and he could tell when Severus didn’t want to talk about them. When Sirius had tried asking him if he was really the hero Harry made him out to be, he had sneered and said that Harry exaggerated and in the process developed a warped sense of hero worship. It quickly became obvious that the subject was off limits.
Sirius had also been nervous to ask about their relationship with one another. Sirius thought that Severus hated him, or maybe hated him at one point. His mannerisms hinted at as much. But he wasn’t sure how he should ask about it, and for several days, he beat around the bush until his curiosity took the better of him.
When he had asked, he was more than surprised by Severus’ answers. They had been lovers. He knew the word, he knew its meaning, as he did with most words. After all, he had only lost his memory, not his vocabulary.
He wanted to doubt Severus at first. Laugh, and call it a joke, but he had complete faith in Severus’ answers, and with no reason not to believe him, he had accepted that perhaps he was gay. One look at Severus, and even with the greasy black hair and the abnormally large nose, he could see the appeal.
However, Severus telling them that they had been lovers had raised a whole new arsenal of questions. Why did Severus call him Black? How had they become lovers if, as Severus had said, he had been an arse to him? He wanted to ask, but, Severus didn’t seem to want to put it up to discussion, so Sirius had let it drop, ready to bring it back up later.
Tomorrow, he had every intention of asking Severus for the details. If they had been lovers, did that mean that Severus wanted to pick things back up where they left off? Would he want to kiss him? Sirius was hopeful that was Severus’ objective.
He had asked Severus how he had felt about his death, and while he had expected the man to say he had been sad, it did make more sense to him somehow when he said he had been angry instead. Sirius had been overcome with a feeling of guilt, and he wanted nothing more to tell Severus how sorry he was and, perhaps, kiss it all better.
As Sirius opened the shampoo and poured a decent amount of it in his hand, he began to wonder what it had felt like when he had used to kiss Severus. How did they use to kiss? Sirius wanted so badly to remember. Had they started off slow and let it build into something passionate, or had they skipped all that and quickly move to heavy petting?
Sirius lathered the shampoo into his hair as he wondered. Perhaps tomorrow he would try and find out. Maybe ask Severus what he liked most about kissing him, or maybe he’d skip all the questions, kiss Severus and then ask later. He stepped back into the water, washing the shampoo out as a pressure began to slowly build in his abdomen.
There was a knock on the bathroom door, pulling Sirius out of his thoughts.
“Sirius,” Harry called out. “Is everything alright in there?”
“Yes, Harry, I haven’t killed myself yet!” He called back with great annoyance.
“Just making sure,”
Sirius rolled his eyes, and quickly slipped back into his thoughts. As his mind drifted, one hand slowly left his hair to trail slowly down his body to his prick, which was half hard already. He knew what his body was responding to, knew exactly what was going on, but he had no memory of the previous times this had happened. Of all the times it had happened with Severus…
He felt like such a virgin, and as he took his cock in his hand, he wondered if maybe it had been Severus he had lost his virginity to. It seemed unlikely, but he would have no way of knowing.
Slowly, he stroked himself until he was fully erect, his thoughts focused only on Severus. He knew he didn’t have much time before Harry would be knocking on the door again, meaning he should probably toss off as quickly as possible.
He moaned as he swiped his thumb over the head. Severus would have done that to him, and the thought made him moan again. He imagined the man’s hand on him. Imagined Severus was there in the shower with him, behind him holding onto him from behind as he wanked, Severus’ own cock would be hard for him and he would kiss Sirius’ shoulder—no bite it, as he rolled his hips.
Or maybe it’d be the other way around. Maybe he’d be the one rutting up against Severus. Sirius bit his lip as the image formed in his head, and he had to hold back the loud groan he was sure Harry would hear.
The last thing he needed was Harry coming in here, thinking the worst and find him with his prick in hand, whispering Severus’ name.
He wondered what Severus would whisper, or if he’d whisper at all. God, he wished he could remember. Was Severus loud? Did he still say Black, or was the only time he ever said Sirius when they were naked and sweating?
Precome formed at the tip of his prick, only to be quickly washed away. He used his other hand to brace himself against the shower wall as he quickened his pace, reaching for that orgasm.
“Severus, Severus, Severus…” He whispered with each stroke. “Fuck, yes…”
Severus would be smirking now, turning them around so they were face to face and could wank one another at the same time. Sirius would lean in and demand a kiss, and it would be sloppy and wet and all tongue, but it would be exactly what Sirius needed.
He gasped as his orgasm took hold, hot strands of come covering his hand, only to quickly be washed away by the spray of the water. Sirius leaned his forehead against the title as he caught his breath.
He jumped when Harry knocked at the door again.
“Sirius, are you ok in there?”
He shut off the water and stepped out, grabbing a towel and drying himself off. “Yes, Harry.” He called through the door. “Be right out.”
He put on his pajamas that he had left on the bathroom counter, and after brushing his teeth, headed out to the hall. Harry was waiting for him, looking tired. The man should have gone to bed already, but Sirius knew he hadn’t because he was fulfilling his role as the over bearing parent.
They made small talk as they walked to Sirius’ room and Sirius climbed into his bed as Harry stayed in the doorway. He felt like such a child when Harry practically tucked him into bed every night. But of course, his protests had gone ignored along with his protests over everything else.
Severus would have let him go to bed by himself, he thought bitterly. Or hopefully go to bed with him, and they would lazily touch one another has they both slowly drifted to sleep.
Harry said good night and left, closing the door behind him.
Sirius used Bellatrix’s wand to cast a nox and laid there in the dark, thinking of Severus. With a sigh, he wondered if Severus would be willing to maybe give their relationship another try. He fell asleep thinking of devious plans to convince Severus that it was a good idea.
~*~
“Expelliarmus!” Black shouted and Severus’ wand twitched in his hand, but otherwise stayed exactly in place.
Black was on the other side of the room, wand at the ready as he practiced the disarming spell, so far, with little luck, having already been practicing for half an hour. Severus had been hesitant at first to practice the spell, mostly because the only one Black could practice on was him, and he didn’t want to be without his wand, even if it would be for all of thirty seconds.
But Black had already mastered the summoning charm and had been surprisingly fast at learning the vanishing spell, practicing on pieces of parchment crumpled up into balls. So Severus supposed now was a good time to teach the disarming spell.
“Try again, Black.” Severus said.
Black changed his stance and shouted the spell again, this time Severus’ wand fell out of his hand and clattered at his feet.
“Better,” Severus said as he bent over to pick up his wand. “Again,”
With a determined look in his eye, Black cast the spell again, and after a few more tries of it just falling to the floor he was finally able to cast the spell, Severus’ wand flying across the room, where Black caught it reflexively.
Black grinned obviously proud of himself. “I did it!” He said triumphantly.
“You astound me with your ability to perform a spell most wizards can perfect by the age of 12.” Severus replied sarcastically.
Black only continued to grin. “You’re not taking this moment from me. I did the spell, and regardless of how you feel, I’m quite proud of myself.”
Severus couldn’t stop the amused smirk of his lips, but quickly collected himself, and with a roll of the eyes was able to school his facial features back into place. “Alright, give me my wand back, and we’ll do this again until you’ve completely mastered the spell.” He held out his hand and began to cross the room to Black.
Severus watched as an evil glint formed in Black’s eye and he held the wand behind his back. “No, I think I’ll keep it now. I won it fair and square.”
Severus glared and stopped in front of Black. “I’m not going to play your silly game, Black. Give me my wand back.” He held his hand out, waiting.
“Alright,” Black said. “I’ll give it back under one condition.” He stepped forward, invading Severus’ personal space. “Kiss me for it.”
Severus stared blankly and stepped back. “Excuse me?” He quickly became angry, reminded of old pranks Black and Potter used to play on him in school. They would take something from him and only give it back after doing something really embarrassing.
The playful look left Black’s eyes and turned to one of uncertainty. “Yesterday you said we used to be lovers. So we must have kissed. I know a lot has happened since then, me dying, the war, things like that.” He waved his hand vaguely in a gesture. “But I’m back now, risen from the dead, we can start exactly where we left off.”
Severus attempted to glare. “You have no idea where we left off, Black.”
“You’re right, I have no recollection of that whatsoever. And maybe it’s more complicated than I think, and maybe you’re still really hurt about it, I honestly wouldn’t know. All I know is that I want to kiss you.”
Severus swallowed down his nerves. He had done this to himself when he had been stupid enough to think it would be a great idea to see just how far he could push Black. He was about to step back and break Black’s hand if it meant he could get his wand back, but Black hadn’t finished talking.
“Come on, Severus. Kiss me.” His breath was hot on Severus’ face. “I don’t remember what it’s like. I don’t remember what your lips felt like against mine. I don’t remember what it feels like to kiss.”
And then it didn’t matter that they had never actually ever kissed. Severus was overcome by a surge of lust that made him dizzy and then went straight to his groin. Black had no memory of kissing, and if Severus just leaned forward a little bit, he could steal that from him. Take away the innocence that had become Black when he had lost his memory.
With the hand that was still outstretched before him, Severus fisted the front of Black’s shirt and pulled him forward, bringing their lips together with a clang of teeth. Black moaned, dropping the wands to the floor in favor of wrapping his arms around Severus’ neck.
Severus took quick control over the kiss, pushing his tongue past Black’s willing lips and devouring his mouth. Black moaned again, and Severus reached down to grab the man’s hips and pull him closer still, a surge of lust going through him when he felt Black’s hardening prick press against him.
Slowly, and with great regret, they both pulled back from the kiss breathless, and gasping.
“Fuck, Severus…” Black panted, his arms still locked around Severus’ neck, making escape impossible. Not that Severus was particularly trying to get away. “You’re an incredible kisser. I forgot how great of a kisser you were.”
The words only reminded Severus that Black lacked a memory, and he had to stifle his groan by leaning forward and claiming Black’s mouth in a kiss again.
It was shorter this time, but Black was still just as breathless.
“You’ve always talked too much.”
“You like it, its part of my charisma.” Black argued and Severus silenced him with his lips yet again.
This time, Black tried to give back as good as he got, and they fought to dominate the kiss. Looking for more control, Severus stepped forward, making Black step back. He continued to do it until Black’s back hit a bookshelf with a thud.
Black pulled back from the kiss, gasping, and Severus took the moment to kiss down Black’s chin and to his neck, the stubble tickling his lips.
“Oh sweet Merlin, that feels good.” Black sounded surprised as he exposed his neck more.
Severus kissed and sucked at the juncture where Black’s jaw met his neck. He pushed his body up hard against Black’s and Black gasped again.
“I feel your prick.” Black said, and it would have sounded stupid, if not for the fact that he sounded so shocked and astounded, like he’d never experienced something as simple as snogging before.
And then Severus remembered that, no, Black wouldn’t since he lacked the memory. He groaned against Black’s neck, more turned on then than he ever had been in his life.
Black’s hips were thrusting up against Severus, the man’s hands tangling in his hair as he began chanting pleas for more.
Severus forced his hands up under Black’s shirt, rubbing his hands everywhere. He kissed his way back up to Black’s mouth, noting that he had left a large red mark on Black’s neck.
Black willingly kissed back, moaning against his lips as his own hands left Severus’ hair and fumbled with the button of his robes, eager to touch skin.
Without warning, Black pulled back from the kiss, threw his head back, and groaned. Severus could feel a pool of heat forming on the front of Black’s trousers and pressing against him.
Severus moaned. “Did you just—”
“I just came in my pants,” Black finished, completely stunned.
A shiver ran up Severus’ spine and he bit his lip, trying to prevent himself from the same outcome.
Severus went to kiss Black again, but he was stopped.
“Wait—did you hear that?”
“Hear what?” Severus strained his ears to listen.
“Hello?” Severus heard Potter call out in the distance.
“Shit,” Severus murmured under his breath in exasperation.
They pulled away from another, both in a hurry to right their clothing and fix their disheveled hair. Severus could hear Potter come up the stairs. He picked the wands off the floor handing the proper one to Black. Thinking fast, he pointed his wand at Black, getting rid of the large hickey he had left, as well as the obvious wet spot on the front of Black’s trousers.
Black reached out and put some of Severus’ hair into place just as Potter opened the door to the library.
Black snatched his hand back like he had been bitten. “Hello, Harry.” He smiled innocently.
Potter looked between the two in confusion. “What’s going on?”
“We were practicing the disarming spell,” Severus answered. “Black finally managed to get it right after working on it all day.”
Potter grinned, none the wiser to what really had been going on just before he decided to show up and ruin the moment. “That’s great, Sirius.”
Black nodded, casting Severus a side long glance. “It’s been a long day. I’m starving, Harry, what’s for dinner?”
“Do you want to stay for dinner, Severus?” Potter asked politely.
“No, I’d rather not.” Severus put his wand away. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Black, Potter.” He nodded as he headed out the door, getting out of there as fast as he possibly could.
Severus wasn’t completely sure if he knew what to expect the next day when he showed up at Grimmauld Place. Nor did he know what he wanted to expect. He didn't know if Black would even acknowledge what had occurred between them the night before. It was highly possible the man would pretend nothing had happened. Or, Merlin forbid, what if, with his poor memory, he’d forgotten? The thought had sent an unexpected shiver up his spine and a stir in his groin. But no, Black had shown no propensity for losing recent memories.
Or perhaps, Severus thought, Black would be interested in a repeat performance. He remembered how eager Black had been, so surprised with his desire, no memory of how great it could feel. His own memory of yesterday had caused him to engage in certain intimate activities of which he normally did not partake on a regular basis. He had come exceptionally hard at the thought of Black whispering in his ear, speaking in a low voice something along the lines, ‘show me how it goes, Severus. I can’t remember.’
When he arrived, Harry let him inside, told him Sirius was already in the library and promptly left, saying they had gotten a lead on one of the rouge death eaters. Severus headed into the library, anxious, still not sure what would happen.
They skipped practice and went straight to snogging, right there on the library table. Things progressed after that at a rapid pace. Black no longer spent his days practicing magic, instead he worked on perfecting the art that was making Severus moan. Soon they were giving one another hand jobs, Severus exceptionally loving the gasps and groans Black made.
The questions Black asked caused Severus to go wild with desire.
“Did I always like that? Was this how I did it? Was it always this hot?”
Severus never answered the questions, instead choosing to silence Black in a manner of ways, all of which Black was most responsive to.
They had just finished a vigorous snog, in which they had both come at the other’s hand. Severus cleaned them both up with a wave of his wand. He was putting his clothes to right as Black remained sprawled out on the table, cock still out as he panted for breath.
“Severus,” he asked.
“Black,”
“I have a question, and I’ve wanted to ask it for a long time.”
“So ask it,” Severus responded as he zipped his fly. “And put that away,”
Black looked down at his cock, and smiled. “What, don’t like the view?”
On the contrary, Severus liked the view more than he should have originally. “We need to get back to practice.” Severus replied, willing himself to stop staring.
Sirius laughed, as if he was fully aware of what Severus was really thinking, but tucked himself away nonetheless. “So, my question,”
“What is your question, Black?”
Black bit his lip tensely and Severus waited. “What’s the dynamics of our sex?”
The question took Severus off guard, even though it shouldn’t have. It was honestly only a matter of time before Black would ask, and then want to participate in such activities.
Unsurprisingly, Severus wasn’t really that experienced in that area. He was sure Black was, but Black had no memory, so his qualifications hardly mattered. Even so, he had a general idea what he’d like to experience with Black. He felt put on the spot and nervous, and Black only stared at him expectantly, waiting for an answer.
“Why?” He asked, trying to buy himself some time.
“Because I don’t remember,” Sirius said, feeling that it was blatantly obvious. “And you would since we were lovers and all. I thought I might ask Harry about the details, but you know how he is, he doesn’t like to tell me anything about my memories.”
“Oh, cease the sarcasm, Black.” Severus snapped.
Black sat up and reached out to Severus, pulling him close. “Then tell me. I want to remember. Remind me, because I’ve forgotten.”
Already, so soon after coming, Severus felt a stir in his trousers at Black’s words.
“Tell me,” Black begged.
Severus placed his hands on Black’s thighs as the man sat at the edge of the table and he stood between his legs.
“Fine,” Black said stubbornly. “If you’re not going to tell me, at least show me. As much as I enjoy snogging and wanking one another off, I’d much rather like to move along and have someone shove a cock somewhere.”
“Eloquent as ever, Black.”
He just smiled back cheekily. “Show me Severus. Show me how we used to do it.”
Severus was already half hard in his trousers. “Not here,” he said.
“Why not?” Black pouted.
“Because I’m too old to have sex on the floor.” Severus pulled away and Black stood up as well.
“My bedroom then,” he said. “Let’s go.” He took Severus’ hand and led him through the house. Sirius admitted them and closed the door behind them, twisting the lock.
To calm his nerves, Severus grabbed Black and pulled him into a kiss. Black moaned eagerly and kissed back, reaching for the buttons of Severus’ robes.
When he broke the kiss, he was breathless. “You know,” he said with a glint in his eye. “I realized that with this whole amnesia thing, I’m practically a virgin. Care to take my virginity, Severus?”
It was painful how fast the blood rushed to his cock, making him instantly hard. He claimed Black’s mouth in another kiss, and they stumbled back onto the bed, falling in a heap with Black on top.
Severus broke the kiss to begin kissing a path down Black’s neck, finding a delicious spot of skin and sucked at his neck as his hands tore away his clothes.
“Oh, was this how it was?” Black asked, with a chuckle.
“Black,” Severus barked. “You’re talking far too much. Put your mouth to better use.”
The man smirked down at him. “Is that how you used to get me to shut up, Severus?”
Severus groaned his trousers painfully tight. “Black…”
“We haven’t done blow jobs before. Not that I can recall. Was I any good at them, Severus?”
“Just shut your mouth and do something!” Severus pushed against Black, irritated.
With a chuckle, Black slid down Severus’ body and Severus pushed himself farther back on the bed to give the man more room.
“Merlin, you’re already so hard for me,” Black murmured and unzipped Severus’ trousers, which he promptly kicked off the rest of the way.
Black took his cock in his hand and looked up at Severus. “I can’t promise I’m any good now that I’ve forgotten how to do this.”
His cock twitched in Black’s hand. “Please, just stop talking.”
Black smirked and stuck his tongue out, running it up Severus’ hard length. Severus grunted as Black did it again.
“Is this how I used to do it, Severus?” Black placed a kiss to the tip of Severus’ cock. “Slow at first? I can’t remember, you have to tell me.”
“You didn’t always talk so much,” Severus said through gritted teeth.
Black licked away the bit of pre-come away from Severus’ tip, and then pulled back, making a disgruntled face.
“Oh God, did I really like that?”
“You loved it, now shut up.” He replied breathless. He grabbed the back of Black’s head and pushed down.
Black’s mouth opened up and took his cock in; gagging when it hit the back of his throat, but Severus hardly cared. Black had finally shut up, and despite his virgin qualities, he was amazing at what he was doing.
Black’s tongue, which was so often used to form obnoxious words, twisted and twirled. His mouth was hot and wet and sucked hard on Severus’ cock like a greedy whore. And he moaned loudly as Severus began to softly thrust his hips up, fucking Black’s mouth.
He would come quickly this way, and since he had already come earlier, he doubted his ability to get it up again. Grudgingly, he pushed against Black’s shoulders, and with a loud pop, his cock was free of Black’s mouth.
Black looked up at him dazed. Drool trailed down his chin, which he quickly wiped away. “What? Did I do something wrong?”
“No,” Severus panted. He grabbed Black and pulled him up for a kiss, devouring the man’s mouth. Black pulled back breathless.
“I want you so badly, Severus.” He breathed.
“Undress,” he ordered as he quickly removed the rest of his clothes.
Black stood up and stripped completely and Severus found himself staring. He was slim, and pale, accented with the dark black mark that had been, clearly, the only good thing to come out of his time in Azkaban. His cock hard and aching as it rested against his stomach. Severus realized that even with all the fooling around they had done in the library, he had never seen the man naked. Despite the lack of meat on his bones, Severus found him attractive, and the tattoo only added to the attraction. He wanted him. Badly.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” Black said as he took got a good look of Severus’ naked form. He climbed back on the bed, covering Severus’ body with his own, rutting his hard cock up against Severus’ thigh.
“What do I do now?” He asked, kissing along Severus’ neck.
“We need lube.”
“I don’t have any.” Black pulled back and looked down at Severus. “What do we do? Do we have to stop?”
“Shut up, Black and get me my wand.”
“Right,” Sirius said. Once again, he climbed off the bed and scrambled around the discarded clothes until he came back with Severus’ wand.
Severus took it from him and sat up on his elbows. “Give me your hand.”
Black held his hand out and Severus pointed his wand at it, whispering the spell that caused a pool of lube to form in Black’s hand.
“Need to learn that one,” Black muttered.
Severus threw his wand aside and lay back down, and rolled onto his stomach, pushing his rear up for Black to access. He waited for the man to move, who only stared down at him blankly; still holding the lube in his hand. Severus’ cock twitched when he remembered Black’s inexperience. “Make sure your fingers are completely covered and slowly push in a finger.”
He nodded and moved down Severus’ body to do as told, slicking his finger up and bringing it to Severus’ hole. Cautiously, he circled the rim, and Severus bit his lip. Then Black slowly pushed forward his index finger, and they both moaned.
“God, it’s so tight. Is it always this tight?”
“Don’t stop…” Severus could only say.
Black pushed his finger in the rest of the way. “Like this?”
“Yes,” Severus breathed. “Now move it.”
Black began thrusting his finger in and out of Severus’ tight arse hole. Severus kept biting his lip, and after awhile he told Black to add another finger.
Black moved his fingers slowly, and at Severus’ command began to scissor, slowly stretching out his hole. It felt incredible and when Black’s pace became too slow, he began rocking his hips back and fucking himself on Black’s fingers. He quickly got the hint and thrusted his fingers faster.
As an extra precaution, Severus had Black enter a third finger. When Black began humping the mattress in anticipation, Severus knew it was time to move on.
“Cover yourself with the rest of the lube.” Severus instructed, wincing when Black quickly pulled his fingers out to follow instructions.
“Now what, Severus?” Black asked his voice straining.
“Put it in me,” he replied just as breathless.
Black positioned himself and ran a trail of kisses up Severus’ spine before he began pushing his cock forward. It reached Severus’ hole, where it met a little resistance. Severus could tell Black was nervous as he gripped his hips, holding him steady and thrusted forward, his cock sliding into him with ease.
Black gasped loudly. “Oh fuck—Severus!”
Severus fell forward, pushing against the mattress. They stayed like that for only a moment, before basic drive and instinct caused Black to begin moving, first in slow, languid thrusts, but quickly picking up pace.
“It’s so tight!” Black groaned.
In no mood to hear more talking, Severus reached behind himself, grabbing a fist full of Black’s hair, and craning his neck back to pull him into a kiss. Black quickly set a pace, and moaned into the kiss.
When the kiss broke, Severus reached down his body and took himself in hand, stroking himself in time with Black’s thrust. Black attempted to angle himself so that he could watch Severus’ hand on his own cock, but found it increasingly difficult to keep balance, and returned to his prior position.
Without warning, Black shifted himself to nip the back of Severus’ neck, and in the process, found Severus’ prostate. He couldn’t contain the moan that escaped him.
“What did I do?” Black asked, not sure if he should panic or not.
Severus was unable to form words when Black hit it again.
“Do I stop?” Black then asked, stilling his hips.
“Don’t stop, you imbecile!” Severus rolled his hips back and Black quickly began thrusting again.
Black panted, his head dropping to rest on Severus’ shoulder. Every third or fourth thrust, he’d hit Severus’ prostate and it drove Severus closer and closer to orgasm.
“So close…” Black grunted, suddenly became erratic with his thrusts, and he gripped Severus’ hips without warning, digging his nails into him. “Fuck—Severus…” He moaned loudly and a warm wet heat filled Severus.
Black slumped against him, his breath hot in Severus’ ear. His eyes were closed, and Severus was about ready to kill him if he just fell asleep, leaving him like this.
“Severus…” Black murmured in his ear. “That was… Fuck, I forgot how incredible sex with you was.”
His orgasm tore through him and with little room to go it covered his hand, dripping onto the bedcovers. He gritted his teeth as wave after wave of pleasure took over him.
Severus lay there panting afterward, Black on top of him and quickly become a dead weight. He rolled the spent man off with a bit of effort.
Black looked over at him with lidded eyes as Severus found his wand and cast a quick cleaning spell getting rid of the sticky mess.
“That was amazing.” Black reached up and gently rubbed Severus’ arm. “The best sex that I can remember.”
Severus hummed, overcome with sudden exhaustion. He lay back down on the bed, and Black wormed his way into his arms. He knew that they should both get up and get dressed. They should both head back down to the library and Black should practice some spells before Potter returned home.
He knew this, but right now he couldn’t be bothered to care. Black shifted so that his head rested on Severus’ chest and he lazily traced circles along his skin and Severus found his eyes closing.
Everything else could just wait; he wanted to rest for now.
continue to part 3
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