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When he first sees Draco, Sirius is struck by the resemblance.
He feels sixteen again, looking into his brother's hurt, resentful eyes. The same teenage brooding. Sirius never expected to see that face again, especially not deserted on his doorstep like a mangy stray, and just as bitter as one. The boy’s pout is nearly identical to Regulus's, too.
“Welcome,” Sirius offers. It's hardly open arms, but at least he's not sulking.
Before Azkaban, Sirius would've bemoaned his misfortune. They've made me a fucking babysitter, Moony, he would've whined. But prison has made him patient. Grateful. A threadbare mattress is better than stone, an unclean plate is better than floor. A snide, unpleasant brat is better than no company at all.
Especially one so beautiful.
Because Draco is, almost unfairly so. From the icing sugar of his hair to his small, rosy mouth, he both looks so familiar and yet so different. Sirius sees his brother. He sees the faces of his father, his uncle, of Lucius and Narcissa. He even sees himself. For all the Malfoy in him, the Black shines through from those all-familiar eyes. Grey, grey, grey, like bitter storm clouds.
The first few days are long. Neither of them is pleased with the arrangement, but Sirius tries to be tolerant. Supportive even. The boy has been through a lot, and if anyone understands what it’s like to turn against your family, it’s Sirius. He ignores the worst of Draco’s comments and attempts to settle gracefully into his new reality. Though Draco flickers between stubbornly quiet, like his silence will punish Sirius somehow, and unapologetically snarky, Sirius doesn't complain.
Even now, in the middle of the night, when he's stirred from a deep sleep by the sound of Draco's sniffles, even when he has to drag himself out of bed to go check on him.
Draco stops his crying as Sirius opens the door, the room going acutely silent, but he doesn't tell Sirius to leave. He could, he's mouthy enough about everything else, and Sirius has no doubt he'd speak up if he didn't want him here. But he does. Sirius knows what boys like him need.
Regulus was the same. Leading him on in the day with his act of innocence, the little lip bites and shy glances, pretending to all the world that he was pure and untouched. That when night turned, he wasn't a whore for his brother.
Draco looks up at him now, peeking out from the cover of his duvet, in the same bed his brother would beg for him. For a moment, it feels like nothing has changed.
It's familiar ground for Sirius; Regulus often had nightmares. The sad little whimpers would draw Sirius from his bed, knowing he had to help his brother. He would sneak into his room, slip under his covers and make Regulus feel better, even for just a little while. He still remembers how warm and wet he was between his thighs and the sound of his muffled gasp as Sirius slid inside.
“What are you—?”
“Hush,” Sirius shushes. He sits down on the mattress, tucked up close to Draco’s side. The candles flicker to life with a whispered spell. “You're alright now. I'm here, love. Nothing to worry about.”
“Are you stupid?” Draco snaps, his voice sharp against the quietness of the room. “There's everything to worry about. There's a bloody war going on—”
Sirius places his hand on Draco’s chest, right over his heart. He sets his voice low and comforting, making sure to keep the rhythm slow. “You let us deal with that, okay? That's our job. We're going to keep you safe.”
Because isn't that what every child wants to hear?
It's not true, and they both know it; there are no guarantees in war, but the words help Draco relax. He curls his slim fingers around Sirius’s wrist as if to keep him there.
“I'll look after you,” Sirius continues. “You’ll be good and let me, won't you?”
Draco releases him hesitantly. He wants the closeness, Sirius can understand that. The poor thing has been forced to flee his home, his family, his beliefs. He's probably terrified and so, so lonely.
His red-rimmed eyes widen a fraction as Sirius pulls back the cover. Maybe he's surprised by how soon it's happening, but he can't be surprised that Sirius wants him. He must know what he looks like. How tempting his small frame is and how he flaunts it, leaving his door unlocked, half dressed, or spreading out along the library sofas like he's asking for Sirius to take him right there.
With his form revealed, Sirius relishes seeing Draco in nothing but a nightshirt. It's one of Regulus's, too, another echo of the past, the white fabric just long enough to cover his crotch and skim his thighs. It was a rush to get Draco out, after all. No time to grab clothes. But how fortunate it is that he and Regulus are so similar in size.
“I'm here,” Sirius hums again as his hand trails down Draco’s chest. “I'm right here.”
There's not much flesh to grab—he’s as flat-chested as Regulus was—so Sirius centres in on his nipple instead. He circles the nub with his finger until it goes hard, straining against the fabric. So responsive. The boy has perfect little tits. Sirius leans forward to attach his mouth to it, sucking at it and getting his shirt all wet. Draco cries out and grabs at his hair. From the roughness, suction and rub of the fabric, his bud swells until it's puffy and pink. Sirius pulls away to get a good look. Rosiness peeks through the damp cloth, pleading with Sirius to reattach his mouth. He silently promises to return.
He continues his journey down Draco’s body. Draco’s muscles tense as he brushes his stomach, trying hard not to flinch away. He's ticklish. Sirius finds it endearingly sweet that the boy is so sensitive. First his nipples, now his tummy. Where else? Is he as responsive everywhere?
When Sirius finally slithers his hand under his nightshirt and meets Draco’s crotch, they gasp in unison. Because, for all the similarities, Sirius never expected Draco and his brother to have this in common.
Instead of a cock, Sirius feels the plump softness of a pussy instead. He's hairless, his lips as pillowy as dough, and his slit silky and wet between them. Sirius's breath catches at the memory of his brother's warm, slick pussy leaking onto his hand, just as perfect as Draco’s.
His fingers slip right into Draco’s dewy folds, rubbing in awe at his sweet little clit. Draco arches, his eyelids fluttering as his sex throbs, hot and aching. It won't take him long to finish, not if he's as desperate as this. And if he's anything like Regulus, he'll be able to take Sirius again and again until Sirius has had enough of him.
“Oh, you're sensitive down here too, aren’t you, darling? This is what you need, someone to take care of you.”
Draco nods shyly. He bites his lip and wiggles into Sirius’s hand, trying to sneak some more contact.
“Impatient too.” Sirius resists the urge to spank him and watch his ass turn red. Maybe some other time. “Get on all fours, I want a good look at you.”
“No,” Draco whines. “That's so embarrassing...”
Sirius nudges his clit again, feeling Draco’s full body shiver in return.
“All fours. Unless you want to finish yourself off.”
Draco makes a grumpy sound of protest, but shuffles around to his hands and knees. He's still shy, though, not looking at Sirius and continuing to hide that lovely pussy with his skinny, pale thighs.
“Good boy,” Sirius croons. He runs his hand along Draco's spine, pushing up his nightshirt as he goes. “Take this off for me, let me see all of you. That's it—Merlin, aren't you beautiful.”
Draco glares as he obeys, but the compliment soothes the worst of his anger.
It's true, though. Draco's body is unmarred and smooth. His waist is trim, his curves soft and almost girlish. He could stand to eat more, but with Kreacher’s cooking, Sirius can't say he blames him for avoiding it. He's a little smaller than Regulus and fuller at the hips, but the similarities are undeniable. Especially as Sirius settles behind him and gets to see his pussy unobstructed.
He nudges Draco’s legs apart, ignoring his noise of protest. No hiding now. He pushes lightly on Draco’s back, ordering him, “Down, down,” until his front obediently drops to the bed, his ass raised high in the air.
“Perfect,” Sirius breathes.
Now exposed, Draco’s pussy is mesmerising. His chubby lips frame the pink satin of his folds, all of it shining in Draco’s fluids, and his tiny hole fluttering, both shy and needy as it waits for Sirius. Even his asshole is tight and untouched, a pretty blush making it as tempting as his cunt. He doesn't know which he wants to fuck more—and as long as he gets inside him, he doesn't care.
Sirius returns his fingers to Draco’s slit, nestling in to find that sensitive little nub. Draco moans in approval as soon as it's found, his body instantly losing its tension and instead arching back into Sirius’s touch. He grinds his pussy on his hand without needing encouragement, simply following his body's urges. It slobbers over Sirius’s fingers, coating them in slick as Draco’s fucks against the length of them, his hips impatient and uncoordinated.
“You're gonna make yourself cum just like this? With your slutty pussy empty?”
Draco makes a strangled noise somewhere between agreement and frustration. He's panting into the pillow, hands white as they grip the sheets. He swivels his hips just as Sirius presses up firmer and wider, giving Draco his whole hand to use, and Draco breaks with a wail. His body goes taut as he slams his pussy into Sirius’s palm and cums, a cute little stream of squirt shooting out. Sirius watches his hole go wild as it pulses open and closed in time to his orgasm. Draco claws at anything his hands can find, his whimpers hidden by the pillow.
Just when Draco seems to be done, Sirius plunges two fingers into that quivering hole. He can't resist anymore, he needs to know what that pussy feels like on the inside.
Draco gasps, which melt into a shuddering mewl as Sirius brings his spare hand up to his oversensitive clit. His pussy is as hot and sucking as a mouth, the silken walls hungry for more as Sirius drives his two fingers in and out. If it feels half as good on his cock as it does on his fingers, he won't be letting Draco out of the bedroom for the rest of the war. He rubs Draco’s clit as he thrusts fast and sloppily into his puffy cunt, grinning as he hears Draco sob in pleasure. It mixes with the squelch of his pussy, so wet already. Sirius has never seen a sluttier hole.
Draco’s thighs start to shake, and Sirius feels his walls throb. He gets to watch Draco’s eyes roll up as he cums again, his body still besides his quivering, as he lets Sirius fingerfuck him through his orgasm. More squirt hits his hand, even after he's just cum, his clit throbbing against Sirius’s fingertips.
“F-fuck,” Draco gasps.
“Good boy,” Sirius coos, easing him through it. “You're such a good boy.”
When he pulls his hand free, Draco collapses to the bed, his legs folding like a baby deer. He pants, face half-submerged in the pillow, his limp body occasionally shuddering with aftershocks. Sirius can see his little holes clenching on nothing.
“You took that so well, darling.”
Sirius glides his hands up Draco’s smooth thighs—is every part of him hairless? Sirius isn't complaining—and cups his perky bum, squeezing the fat of his cheeks until it spills over his fingers. Draco murmurs something, his eyes half-closed with exhaustion, but Sirius ignores him in favour of spreading him apart. His pussy makes a wet, sucking noise as it opens, almost gaping in its eagernes to get fucked, and the pretty, furled rim of his asshole is exposed.
The sight of two needy holes winking for him nearly makes him cum on the spot. He pulls his cock free of his trousers with a groan of relief. It's achingly red, his balls tight and swollen. All his precum has made a mess of his trousers. His patience tonight would make Moony proud.
Sirius drags Draco back by the hips, letting his ass rest on his lap. He taps his cock over the puckered rim of his asshole, watching it tighten in surprise. Draco’s nice and relaxed, he could probably slip it right in… He'd love to watch his sleepy expression turn shocked as Sirius’s cock stretched open the wrong hole.
“Please,” Draco begs. He tiredly shimmies his hips to tempt Sirius to look down at his red, puffy pussy. “‘M so empty.”
“You need a big cock to fill you up, don't you, baby? Need it to wreck you.”
Draco nods, slipping a hand underneath himself to play with his clit.
Sirius can't say no to that. Not when his pussy is so wet and pouting, so ready to get fucked.
Sirius lines up with Draco’s cunt and marvels at how oversized his cock looks. It'll never fit. He'll stretch Draco so wide his pussy will never recover, it'll always be a sloppy, Sirius-shaped hole.
Draco’s hole mouths the head of his cock, leaving it slick with kisses, his folds engulfing the tip. It urges Sirius inside with its velvety heat, Draco’s hips trying to arch back onto him and sink all the way down. There's some resistance after the head—Sirius is thick and Draco’s pussy can only stretch so wide, but he holds Draco with one hand and feeds him his cock with the other, forcing his shaft inside whether it can handle it or not.
“Take it, take it,” he mutters.
It spreads Draco unrelentingly, filling him with the thick, hard cock he was so desperate for. The delicate rim of his pussy gives way for him. Swallows him down. Draco raises his head to watch Sirius enter him, stunned as something that big squeezes into something that small.
Sirius only stops when he's balls deep. The whole shaft lying heavy in Draco’s guts, his pussy a perfect O around the base.
“Oh, fuck.” His head drops to the bed again, eyes clouding as a dumb grin tugs at his lips.
Draco’s hole instinctually closes down on him, clamping around his cock and milking him in tight rhythmic clenches. He rocks his hips a little, testing the feel of all the weight inside him.
“You’re so big,” he whimpers.
“You can take it. I know what my good boy needs,” Sirius says, eyes transfixed by how well Draco swallows his cock. “You love this, don't you? Tell me.”
He finally takes the chance to spank those pert cheeks. Draco jolts with a squeal, his hole tightening in surprise.
“I love cock in my pussy!” he moans, the words strained like they were pulled from him. He starts bouncing himself on Sirius’s shaft, so hungry he can’t stop himself. “I l-love getting fucked by huge dicks, love when they c-cum in me.”
Sirius meets his thrusts, plunging his cock into that juicy cunt with fast, precise movements, their bodies slapping together. Draco leaks uncontrollably, coating Sirius and ruining the bedsheets. Each drive forces out high-pitched uh, uh, uhs in time with the thrusts as Draco continuously gets fucked into the pillows. His hand moves furiously between his thighs, the delicate fingers working his clit and sliding over his soaked folds. His cunt sucks and milks Sirius’s cock like he was trained for it, he takes it all like it's all he wants to do for the rest of his life.
All while he pounds away at Draco’s pussy, his asshole winks above it, teasing Sirius with its rosebud pink rim and gentle fluttering. The boy is just begging to be plugged up in every hole. It's small now, but Sirius is sure it's just as slutty as Draco’s cunt. He knows he could make it fit.
“Don't worry, baby, I'll fill you up just right. Exactly how you need it.”
Sirius bites back a smile, even if Draco isn't looking. He grasps the base of his cock and waits for the next time Draco pulls up, slipping off his cock. He aims it a little higher and lets Draco drop back down, unintentionally impaling his ass on Sirius’s cock. He swallows it to the root, his eyes flying open in shock as his asshole is suddenly full. The grip is tight enough to make Sirius groan out loud, especially the way the tint, virginal rim latches on. His cock stretches it wide like an open mouth, all the while Draco’s pussy drools below it, both of them greedy for cock. It feels sinful to fuck his ass when there's a perfectly good pussy right there, but Draco's crossed eyes tells him he can't decide which he prefers.
“You like cock in your arse too?” Sirius grins.
He doesn't give him time to complain. Instead, he pummels his hole, slamming into the puffy, doughnut rim and deep inside Draco’s guts. He forces his ass to take it, fucking his cock in to the root every time, his heavy balls slapping against Draco’s empty pussy. The squishy insides massage Sirius’s cock, moulding around it to form his perfect cocksleeve.
Draco moans drunkenly, drool leaking from his open mouth, another gaping hole desperate to be filled. It seems he's forgotten how to speak. His own juices lube the way—thank fuck he's such a horny bitch—and makes the glide smooth. It’s no surprise that he's such a whore for anal too, Harry always told him what an ass-kisser he could be.
The shake of his ass cheeks and the way his rim drags along Sirius's shaft, unwilling to give it up, gives Sirius a glorious show. He could watch that hole all day. He slaps Draco’s ass, harsher this time. A pink handprint glows on his skin.
“C’mon, fuck yourself on my cock. You Malfoys love to make everyone else do the work. Show me how much you love my cock and I'll even let you cum on it.”
Draco nods, blindly. “Love it,” he slurs.
He starts moving, driving himself down on the long, thick shaft almost robotically, like he’s under Imperio. His hazy, grey eyes—Regulus's eyes—are open but see nothing as he loses himself in serving cock. He lifts up at one point and sinks the wrong hole back down, his pussy unintentionally plugged up instead. He squeals, jolting in surprise. Those pale thighs start shaking again as Draco embraces his new game of switching holes, a different one swallowing him every time. They both take him so well, like a gaped, slutty mouths, fucking Sirius fast and rough with both his holes. They stay nice and loose for him, both sloppy, slippery bullseyes working his cock with ease.
Draco gets lost in the rhythm, squirting again without even realising he's cumming, too lost in wrapping his pliant holes around Sirius’s cock. He stares blankly into the distance, mouth stuck open like he's waiting for a cock to fill it, tongue lolling out, wet with spit. The pink lips of his mouth match the pretty rose hue of his pussy's.
Which hole should Sirius cum in? Both of them flutter up at him pleadingly, and Draco’s so lost in pleasure Sirius doubts he'll care so long as he's plugged up and full with seed. But does he really need to choose? It's always nice to share.
Sirius pulls his cock out with a wet pop. Two stretched, glistening holes stare back at him, gaping open and shut. He rubs the tip of his cock over them, sliding them between Draco's slick lips and back up again. Draco squirms, frustrated, making a displeased noise when Sirius refuses to reenter him.
Sirius slaps his ass again. “Hold still. You want my cum, don't you?”
“Yes, Sir,” Draco mewls, chided. He stills and lets his holes relax open.
Sir. He likes that. Draco has fallen into his role exceptionally well.
“Good boy,” Sirius soothes, patting the handprint-shaped mark where he smacked Draco.
Sirius sinks the head of his cock back into Draco’s ass, the circle of it immediately closing around it. The rim embraces him in a sucking kiss, urging him to plunge inside, but Sirius has other ideas. He starts to stroke himself, quick and perfunctory, his eyes trained on Draco's perfect holes and how destroyed they look. They're all wet and gaped out for him, two messy little mouths.
The tug of orgasm hits him and he starts to cum. With a groan, he strokes himself off into Draco’s ass. He lets a few sprays fill him up before switching to his pussy, some of it missing and coating his taint instead. It makes it look even filthier—his well-fucked holes covered and dripping cum. With how loose and clenching Draco is, Sirius’s jizz trickles free, covering his hole in white, creamy mess. The sight of his seed leaking out of Draco's ass while he fills his pussy makes Sirius thrust forward, engulfing his whole dick as he unloads the rest of his cum inside him.
Draco is nothing but a used toy beneath him. His body has gone limp, only Sirius’s dick keeping his hips up. He bites his lip, looking back at him with stupid, unfocused eyes. He reaches back to hold himself open, spreading his cheeks and whimpering as it pulls him even tauter around Sirius.
“Was I good for you, Sir?”
He contracts his muscles and pushes. A thick stream of cum rushes from his ass, drooling down to meet his stuffed pussy. The moan he makes is pornographic. He rubs his asshole, feeling the gape and squishy rim beneath his fingers. It's like he can't bear to be empty because he pushes his digit inside, followed by another, fingering his ass without shame. He loses himself in it, rocking back onto Sirius's softening cock while he fucks himself, his poor brain too cum-drunk to stop.
Sirius slips out without meaning too, his dick too limp to be of any use. A gush of cum spills out after him. Draco whines, but doesn't stop touching himself. He raises his other hand and thrusts two fingers into his pussy as well. Sirius leans back to take it all in. His cousin fucking his loose, sore holes stupid, Sirius’s cum leaking from both of them, a puddle of their fluids on the bed below him.
“That's it, let me see you cum. You can do that for me, finish on your fingers like a good little whore.”
Draco nods feverishly, letting out tiny, pathetic whimpers. His hands move in fast, rough motions, no pattern, just the need to cum. Sirius strokes his palms over Draco’s thighs and watches orgasm overcome him again. Draco's movements become even clumsier, his body tense like a bow. There's only a trickle of squirt this time, but his shudders make up for it. He convulses, his holes working wildly, clenching on his slender fingers, and he drops to the bed.
“Thank you, Sir,” Draco gasps, his voice shaking.
His fingers slip from his holes, too exhausted to keep them in. His body quivers with leftover tremors, and it doesn't help him look any less wrecked. From the mussed hair to the bone-tired flop of his body, Draco looks truly spent. Laid out, too tired to move. Sirius’s cock twitches in interest.
He leans over him and covers Draco’s body like a blanket. His cock slots itself between his ass, rubbing over his poor, abused hole.
“You didn't think we were done, did you?”