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Title: Kissing Cousins
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: R
Warning: Established secret relationship, adultery, Sirius is underage (approx. 15), hand job
Pairing: Rodolphus Lestrange/Sirius Black
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and I am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Sirius had tried to resist seeing Rodolphus again. After all, they're cousins now.
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hogwarts365 Prompt 322 - relatives by marriage
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Sirius mutters.
“Why not, darling?”
“We’re cousins now.”
Rodolphus snorts softly against his throat before turning his head and sinking his teeth into Sirius’ collarbone. Sirius inhales, reaching up to twist his fingers into Rodolphus’ hair - not to pull him away, but tug him closer. Rodolphus’ hand slides down his side, hitched his leg up to wrap around his waist.
“Only by marriage,” Rodolphus replies, words muffled by Sirius’ skin. Rodolphus’ tongue flicks out to lap at the marks his bite left behind.
Bella is downstairs somewhere, cooing over the new Dark Lord with Sirius’ mother. He doesn’t know what she’d think to see him entangled with her husband like this - certainly, they’ve never acted like a living couple; not even marginally affectionate, really - but he knows his mother would kill him. Rodolphus knows it too: he put privacy wards around them as soon as he came into the library.
“Sh-should have married me instead, then,” Sirius grumbles, stuttering as Rodolphus’ hips rock into his own.
“Wasn’t up to me, love.” Rodolphus’ breath is coming harder; he rocks his hips again, and Sirius gives in. He lets his head fall back, fingers scrabbling at Rodolphus’ scalp and the fastenings of his robes. When Rodolphus lifts his head, he kisses him hot and wet and sloppy, whining low in his throat as Rodolphus’ clever hands push his robes up around his waist and slide into his underwear. He gasps into their kiss as fingers wrap around his cock, stroking slowly, careful of the friction.
Sirius wants more. He’s always had problems with impulse control, which is partly why he’s getting pressed up against the library table by his cousin’s husband. And even though he’s tried to push Rodolphus away in the weeks since his wedding to Bella - hasn’t answered his owls, had refused to attend the ceremony - he’s still here, still giving in.
And he wants more.
“Want you to fuck me,” he mumbles against Rodolphus’ lips, punctuating his words with another kiss. “Hard, ‘Dolphus, please.”
Rodolphus grins wickedly, squeezing Sirius’ erection. “But we’re cousins now,” he replies.
It’s Sirius’ turn to bite him. “Fucking prick.”
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: R
Warning: Established secret relationship, adultery, Sirius is underage (approx. 15), hand job
Pairing: Rodolphus Lestrange/Sirius Black
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and I am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Sirius had tried to resist seeing Rodolphus again. After all, they're cousins now.
AN: Written for
hogwarts365 Prompt 322 - relatives by marriage“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Sirius mutters.
“Why not, darling?”
“We’re cousins now.”
Rodolphus snorts softly against his throat before turning his head and sinking his teeth into Sirius’ collarbone. Sirius inhales, reaching up to twist his fingers into Rodolphus’ hair - not to pull him away, but tug him closer. Rodolphus’ hand slides down his side, hitched his leg up to wrap around his waist.
“Only by marriage,” Rodolphus replies, words muffled by Sirius’ skin. Rodolphus’ tongue flicks out to lap at the marks his bite left behind.
Bella is downstairs somewhere, cooing over the new Dark Lord with Sirius’ mother. He doesn’t know what she’d think to see him entangled with her husband like this - certainly, they’ve never acted like a living couple; not even marginally affectionate, really - but he knows his mother would kill him. Rodolphus knows it too: he put privacy wards around them as soon as he came into the library.
“Sh-should have married me instead, then,” Sirius grumbles, stuttering as Rodolphus’ hips rock into his own.
“Wasn’t up to me, love.” Rodolphus’ breath is coming harder; he rocks his hips again, and Sirius gives in. He lets his head fall back, fingers scrabbling at Rodolphus’ scalp and the fastenings of his robes. When Rodolphus lifts his head, he kisses him hot and wet and sloppy, whining low in his throat as Rodolphus’ clever hands push his robes up around his waist and slide into his underwear. He gasps into their kiss as fingers wrap around his cock, stroking slowly, careful of the friction.
Sirius wants more. He’s always had problems with impulse control, which is partly why he’s getting pressed up against the library table by his cousin’s husband. And even though he’s tried to push Rodolphus away in the weeks since his wedding to Bella - hasn’t answered his owls, had refused to attend the ceremony - he’s still here, still giving in.
And he wants more.
“Want you to fuck me,” he mumbles against Rodolphus’ lips, punctuating his words with another kiss. “Hard, ‘Dolphus, please.”
Rodolphus grins wickedly, squeezing Sirius’ erection. “But we’re cousins now,” he replies.
It’s Sirius’ turn to bite him. “Fucking prick.”
