james/sirius | 150 words| nsfw
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the_invisibility_blokeDiscord prompt: “Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”
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Three. Times. In one night? Not fucking on. Sirius’ sheets must be pregnant by now.
Not that James is complaining. Well. He is, but only because it’s actually quite unpleasant to be hard for hours on end while your sexuality crisis is in the next bed, getting his rocks off three times in a row. Listening is one thing—hasn’t got much of a choice, there—but touching himself would make these very inconvenient feelings very inconveniently real.
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Three. Times. In one night? Not fucking on. Sirius’ sheets must be pregnant by now.
Not that James is complaining. Well. He is, but only because it’s actually quite unpleasant to be hard for hours on end while your sexuality crisis is in the next bed, getting his rocks off three times in a row. Listening is one thing—hasn’t got much of a choice, there—but touching himself would make these very inconvenient feelings very inconveniently real.
He’s reaching for his wand to throw out a silencer when it happens. Finally happens. One whimper, two syllables. “Jamie.”
James doesn’t breathe for a very long time. Maybe the lack of oxygen will make him forget it happened. There's only one problem: he doesn't want to forget. He wants to hear it again. He wants...
“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”
Sirius flings open his curtain. “What took you so long, you knob?”
