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Curiosity Snapped the Knickers

So, he was glad he'd taken a chance and tried the things on. The silk of them caressed his cock and balls like tiny, gentle fingers with every movement. And the string in the back, while sort of uncomfortable at first, seemed like it could grow on him. He stroked a finger up the silk-covered length of his own prick.

"Oh my God. Are those . . . Lily's knickers?!"

"Yes?" said Sirius tentatively, turning toward the door, fingertip still pressed against his length.

"I suppose now you've gotten them all stretched out," James huffed.

"It's just a spell," said Sirius, taking his finger off, staring down at himself. "Don't they . . . don't they look nice?"

"Don't they look nice!" he scoffed.

Sirius ran to the safety of his four-poster.

"I expect those back out here when I get back, you know," said James. "And normal-sized again, you oaf."

Sirius sighed.

Remus lay there, awake now from all the yelling. He sat up and made his way to Sirius's bed, hesitating just outside the curtain.

"Go away, Remus," he sulked.

Remus slid in next to him, giving him a gentle push to move over so he could sit up. "They're actually not bad," said Remus.

Sirius covered his face with a pillow, groaning. "No one was really supposed to see, you know?"

"So lock the door next time."

Sirius chucked the pillow in front of his face at Remus. "I was just curious. Nothing wrong with curiosity. I mean, he should try it. You should try it. Peter should—okay, maybe not Peter. But anyway."

Remus looked at Sirius's body, at the knickers.

"You're curious now too!" said Sirius all of a sudden.

"No. No I'm not," said Remus, flushing a little.

"You are! Okay, strip down."

"What?! I'm not stripping down just so you can play dress-up—"

"Please, Remus? I'll be your best friend!"

"Not even for that."

"Oh, come now, get up. Get up." He tugged him up.

"Sirius, I really don't want to—"

"Bullshit. You're just saying that because you're supposed to say that. And I, well, I, Remus, didn't get as far as I did in life without ignoring what I'm supposed to do. Would you rather be a Muggle-hating Slytherin who spent time with Bellatrix and Narcissa or have to merely try on a pair of ladies' knickers every once in a while?"

"What?! That doesn't make any sense, Sirius."

"Oh yes it does! Now hold still." He grasped Remus by the hips.

"No!" Remus squirmed away.

"We can leave your shirt on, I suppose," he said helpfully, grasping him by the arms this time.

"And everything else, thanks." Remus yanked away. "What is your problem?"

"I just want to see what it looks like, okay?"

"What? Why?!"

Sirius crossed his arms.

"Okay, fine," Remus said slowly, "But you can't bother me about anything for the next few days, you never bring this up again, and you owe me a lot of chocolate. A lot."

"Loads." Sirius pat him on the back.

Remus sighed as he undressed and slid into another pair of Lily's knickers. He was glad these didn't have just a string in the back like the ones he's seen on the floor once. That was positively unwholesome. Remus locked the door decidedly.

"You look nice too!" said Sirius.

Remus rolled his eyes. Sirius was so bloody queer. And then . . . well, then, Sirius enlarged his pocket mirror, and floated it in front of Remus, and Remus stared.

"Move around a little. It feels amazing."

"Shh," said Remus, still staring. He turned and looked back over his shoulder at his arse.

"And ding ding ding, we have a convert! Oh, Remus! Why aren't pants made out of this stuff, and why oh why don't they make us look this good? Broads just get everything, I suppose."

"Shh."

"Well if you think you look good, you should take a look at me. I got the stringy ones."

"Stringy ones?" said Remus absently.

"Yeah." And Sirius moved the mirror away, leaning it against the wall, turning around so Remus could see. "Look."

"Whoa!"

"Aren't they fan-bloody-tastic?"

Remus couldn't stop staring.

"Well aren't they?" Sirius peeked back over his shoulder at the almost-hungry gaze his backside was receiving. Convert was right. Seemed he wasn't the only one there who was queer. Remus was at least a little bent.

So Sirius wiggled a little. Remus took in a deep breath, eyes still riveted.

"I look even better without them, you know. Wanna see?"

Remus tore his eyes away. "I'm going to take them off now."

"Don't do that," said Sirius. "Have a seat on the edge of the bed."

Remus did so, tentatively, crying out when Sirius sat down in his lap and ground back against his half-hard prick. "Stop! Off!"

"Keep going? Don't mind if I do."

Remus struggled to get out, but the struggles only added to the silky friction and soon he was completely hard, breath quickening.

Sirius finally got up. Remus sighed a sigh of relief. And then Sirius had to sit down again, straddling him!

"No!" he gasped, a strangled sort of sound escaping him. "Off!" But before he made his final push to get Sirius off, he found Sirius had left again, panting himself.

"You aren't making this easy, Remus old boy, are you?" Sirius breathed.

"Making what easy?" Remus collapsed back against the bed, still straining against the slightly-enlarged knickers. "Leave me alone," he added.

"How can I seduce you while leaving you alone?"

The words took a moment to register. "Se-seduce?" he squeaked.

"It's come to my attention that I want you. Well, I always have, you know, you just finally showed some interest."

"I did not!"

"I saw the way you stared at my backside."

"Even women have backsides, Sirius."

"With bollocks hanging underneath? With a little hair, just there, in the dark where you long to run a finger? Mm."

"This isn't going to work."

"Oh, but I think it already has."

Remus felt something hit his knee and made a displeased noise, sitting up to grab it from the floor. "Lubricant? No way, get away from me. RAPE!" he cried out as Sirius started to advance.

"I thought you liked my backside."

"I don't."

"You do."

"I don't!"

"But your prick does."

Remus's face reddened and he threw the lube back at Sirius, hitting him in the shoulder. Sirius fluidly knelt and picked it up again. He spread his legs, getting on his back, and pulled that strap out of the way. It was a little awkward, but he managed to start stretching himself.

"Gimme your cock," Sirius would say, the phrase sounding more and more needy, more and more like an absolute moan.

"No!" Remus would say, the phrase sounding less and less disgusted, more and more like an absolute moan.

Sirius got up from the floor shakily, rock hard and leaking slightly (nothing that a spell couldn't fix) and Remus squealed to get out of the way, but he held up a hand in a gesture of peace.

"Would it be so bad?" His prick strained against the silkiness, twitching slightly as he pressed into himself a little more, standing, knees weakening. "Please."

And that did it. Sirius never said please. Remus sat up and grasped him by the shoulders, pulling him to the bed.

Sirius groaned, lying down submissively beneath him, grey eyes pools of desire, long hair flying about him, a few strands even bisecting his lovely face.

"Okay," said Remus. He shimmied out of the knickers, throwing them toward James's bed. His fingers probed the hole. He stared down at his prick.

"Do it!" said Sirius, the tone a whimper now.

And Remus snapped the string of the knickers and pressed in. He wasn't sure which one of them howled, maybe it was both of them, but he didn't even pause, just working himself in and out of Sirius, gripping his hips. He was angry with him for his mean teasing and relentlessness. But then, Sirius was always relentless.

He was just about to finish when James came in and howled too, sputtering something about the knickers, but Remus panted that he should fuck off, before he released, groaning low, rocking into Sirius deeply. Sirius bit his lip and whined before crying out Remus's name and wetting the front of the broken knickers.

"Well aren't you two a fucking sight."

"Ruining the afterglow." Sirius glared at James.

"Are those . . . broken?!"

"You're a wizard, you dolt," breathed Remus, still lodged inside his friend. He went to pull out, but Sirius's legs locked around him and held him there for a little while longer.

"Remus wore that pair with the flowers," Sirius ratted.

"That constitutes talking about it!"

"Ewwwww," said James mournfully, going over to them and grasping them by the trim tentatively.

Sirius grinned up at Remus. "Well I'd still wank to them. Don't suppose they smell much like girl now."

"He made me!" Remus said, looking at James over his shoulder.

"And I suppose he made you stick it in him as well?"

"Maybe," he said quietly. "Well, he begged nicely anyway."

"You did it because he begged you. Right."

"I didn't think he begged at all. At least not regarding me." Remus tried to pull out again and Sirius finally let him. Remus collapsed to the bed at Sirius's side.

"Remus, every dog begs." James stared at the sight of the ruined knickers. "You really think a wand can fix that?"

"Of course it can. I'm sure you've made Lily wet them enough to know that by now."

"Ewww. Afterglow officially ruined." Sirius curled up against Remus.

"Get off."

"No."

"Get off!" He pushed him.

"Please?" He pouted.

Remus hesitated, then reached for him.

"Always knew Remus would be completely pussy-whipped."

Remus looked angry at that, so Sirius slid the snapped knickers off and threw them at James's face. James shrieked and batted them away.

"Shut the curtain on your way out, would you, Jamie?" Sirius yawned.

"I'm still not into boys, Sirius," Remus said quietly once they were more or less alone.

"I know. But maybe you're into boy." He stole a kiss before Remus could turn away from it.