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Remus had his sketchbook in hand and looked at his two friends in front of him.
They had gotten way too much to drink, and little by little, it had turned out that neither of them had any good reason to why they shouldn’t get undressed.
Except that…
“You alright, love?” Sirius asked and stood facing Remus, naked as the day he had been born. Sometimes it was impossible to forget, that Sirius just felt the best when he didn’t have to put anything on, but simply enjoyed the most natural outfit of them all: his own skin.
Remus flushed, having been caught staring, and lovered his gaze.
“Ehm… yes…”
Remus had been crushing on Sirius since their fourth year, which James was very much aware of. Sirius was the unknown addition to the equation, as Remus didn’t know if Sirius was aware of how he felt, or if he was oblivious to it.
“Isn’t he wearing too many layers?” James asked and smirked at Remus.
Remus’ eyes moved to James, who was still wearing clothes, yet it was clearly hanging loose, making it clear that he intended to get naked as well.
Sirius barked out a laugh and moved over to stand in front of Remus. Remus swallowed and looked up at him. He did not need to have Sirius’ cock right in front of his eyes. He wouldn’t be able to stop himself if…
“You need to…” Remus gestured towards the bed. “I can’t draw you this close.”
“Why not? It’s a pretty sight,” Sirius retorted and leaned down for a kiss. It was like a butterfly kiss, soft and lingering carefully, not fully touching Remus’ lips, as if to ask if Remus was okay with it. But Remus complied instantly, losing his grip on the sketchbook and pen. Sirius simply held him close as they kiss, not deepening it, even though he wanted to.
“Do you know,” James said slowly, “that you two are a masterpiece in the process?”
Sirius and Remus withdrew and glanced at him, both seeming flushed.
“Being a poet, Prongs?” Sirius asked and let go of Remus. “Or is it because you want some as well?”
“Why don’t you just shag? You have been eyeing each other for years!! Kiss, cuddle, shag… repeat.” James smiled at them, that heartwarming smile which was only reserved to people close to him. He grinned as Sirus looked gobsmacked and pulled off his own Christmas jumper. “He wants you, Pads. You want him. Why are you walking around the bush all the time? Do something about it.”
Remus glanced at Sirius, as he stood frozen to the spot. Whatever went through his head, Remus did not think that Sirius was thinking anything positive. How could he? Remus had scars all over, he loathed them himself, so how could anyone like them.
“Or Remus can draw if that’s what you two want?” James continued after a long moment of silence.
Sirius moved to the bed, James’ bed, and sat down on the edge of it. He planted his feet solid on the ground, spread them to give Remus a better view and leaned forward slightly, resting both of his hands on his thighs. His mouth was slightly open, and Remus noticed how he quickly bit his lower lip before he let his tongue run over them before he returned to the very very tempting expression on his face.
The face Remus privately called Sirius’ fuck face.
Merlin, he was hot!
James stood behind Sirius, obviously considering what to do. But then his eyes caught Remus’ and he whispered, “Maybe you should draw that?”
Remus nodded as he bit his lower lip and took his sketchbook back in his lap and began sketching Sirius. He began with the eyes, wanting to catch that specific look Sirius had in them at this moment. Because this look was on him, and Remus’ insides fluttered because of it.
Remus was so focused on Sirius’ face, that he didn’t notice what Sirius’ hand was doing. He caught the movement at his shoulder, and let his eyes follow it, and…
“Merlin,” Remus moaned and quickly moved his eyes upward, and ended at Sirius’ mouth. His mouth had opened a bit more, his smile a bit crooked, and it was clear that Sirius knew what he was doing to Remus.
“Boys!” Euphemia called from outside James’ room, “You are playing nicely, right?”
“Sure, Mum!” James calls back, “Remus is sketching and we are entertaining him.”
“Good,” she replied and they could hear her leave again.
James picked up his wand and pointed it at the door. “Muffliato.”
As if on cue Sirius got up and let go of his prick.
“You are wearing too many clothes,” he said gently, challenging, as he smiled down at Remus and the sketch in his hand.
“You look like a piece of art,” James replied and took the sketchbook from Remus.
The two raven-haired boys looked at the tawny-haired, and they simultaneously took hold of each arm and pulled Remus up on his feet.
Sirius leaned forward and placed a careful kiss on Remus’ neck, while James busiest himself with the zipper of Remus’ pants.
“Not fair,” Remus gasped but leaned back against James.
“What?”
“Two against one.”
Sirius smirked and yanked Remus jumper off and threw it on the floor.
“It’s not…”
“You are wearing too many clothes,” Sirius replied and as soon as Remus was undressed, Sirius leaned down and licked his nipple.
“Ohhhh,” Remus panted and James got rid of his own clothes while supporting Remus.
“Relax,” Sirius whispered and placed both hands on Remus’ hip, and guided him towards the bed. “If you don’t… If I… We stop…”
“No,” Remus shook his head, “I… I want. Don’t stop!”
Sirius smiled and sat down on the bed, still holding on to Remus.
James had stayed back, not wanting to intervene. He had paid attention to their hunger for years, and now, finally seeing it happen, he didn’t want to ruin anything.
Remus sat down on top of Sirius’ lap, and Sirius’ hands instantly went to discover his back, to trace his scars.
“I know you hate them,” Sirius mumbled against Remus’ lips, “but to me, your scars are a piece of art. They tell a story. Not a pleasant one, but it’s a part of you. And I just want to…” Sirius kissed him fiercely and Remus leaned forward, making Sirius fall back on the bed with his weight.
Sirius’ hands wandered down, and they cupped Remus’ butt. He let his fingers slide between the buttcheeks and…
Remus straightened up slightly as Sirius’ fingers brushed against his hole.
“Sorry,” Sirius quickly said and made to withdraw his hands. Remus stopped their retreat.
“I’m,” Remus panted and rutted down against Sirius, “ehm…” His cheeks flushed a deep red. “Just… careful.”
Sirius smiled and leaned up to kiss him with more passion.
“I’ll never hurt you, Rem.”
Remus nodded and moved slightly upwards, giving Sirius better access. Sirius looked up at him, with attention, as he slowly let one finger breach inside, while Remus’ eyes fluttered shut and let out a gasp.
“You look hot, like that,” James finally got his tongue back and was cupping himself. “A masterpiece. A piece of art in production.”
“Want in?” Sirius asked, shifting his gaze to James briefly. He saw James’ normal cool and collected features crumple, saw how the man James truly was came through. They had all learned rather quickly, after they became friends, that James was good at pretending that he knew what was going on and didn’t care about anyone but himself. The truth was that he did. He cared what others thought, what others did, how everyone was feeling. But only if you were let inside he would show you how James Fleamont Potter truly was.
“You are a part of this,” Remus agreed and turned to face James, squirming slightly as Sirius’ finger moved deeper into him.
“I’m not…”
“You are,” they replied in unity.
James moved over and stopped behind Remus. His hands trailed down his back, and Sirius rose his eyebrow, asking if he wanted to take over. James gave a faint nod and let his right hand move down, before quickly taking it to his mouth to suck it, before he moved it back down, watching as Sirius withdrew his finger, just to let himself press a finger inside Remus entrance.
“Oh fuck!”
“Too much?” Sirius asked and looked back at Remus’ face, but the younger of the two shook his head.
James looked down as Remus pressed his ass against James’ hand, and slowly things evolved. One finger became two, two became three, and suddenly Remus sat up against and pressed both hands against Sirius’ chest.
“Please… fuck me,” he moaned and the intensity of his eyes made it clear that he meant it.
James withdrew his hand to give Remus a chance to move into a better position. Sirius laid down on the bed, head at the pillows, and Remus entered the same position as before, hovering over Sirius. James stood silently, waiting to figure out what to do, as Sirius held only Remus’ hip, while Remus held on to his cock, and slowly they lowered Remus down on the long member.
They both groaned in ecstasy.
James couldn’t help but admire them as they slowly connected in this new way. He couldn’t help but think that the harmony, the closeness, the intensity was like watching art being made. The colours that changed in their features, their fingers sliding over one another in curiosity, looking for the tenderness in the other.
Sirius’ normal flawless hair looked horrendous but so… perfect and amazing. Even then he was losing his self-control, Sirius looked as if he owned the world.
Remus tawny curls clung to his head, and while he moved on top of Sirius, his curls also moved in union with him.
Sirius seemed to focus on trying to keep himself under control, but he was struggling now. He pressed his eyes shut just to open them, and let one of his hands slide into Remus’ hair, holding onto him.
“Close,” he moaned.
Remus nodded and looked as if he was on the edge himself.
“Don’t hold back,” he groaned.
James couldn’t stop himself anymore. He took his prick in his hand and with much eagerness began stroking himself. It was too hot to look at his two best friends fucking on his bed. Merlin, they were doing it on his bed!
Sirius groaned and Remus gasped, and James forced his eyes open to watch Remus’ come land on Sirius’ chest, while Sirius clearly was coming inside of Remus.
That brought James over the edge. He came over his hand as his eyes closed, a happy smile spreading on his lips.
“Merlin,” Sirius mumbled and kissed Remus’ temple, “you were absolutely amazing, Rem.”
“Better than I imagined,” Remus replied.
“You two,” James panted, “are a beautiful piece of art!”
Remus snuggled against Sirius’ chest, and he couldn’t help but be thankful for the Potters, that they had invited him to come over this Christmas. He just received one of his best presents ever.