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Humid Nights

Humid Nights

The night was humid and balmy. Well into the middle of summer in the Lemoyne swamp, this came as no surprise to you. There was no reprieve from the heat, even at night. The hairs on the nape of your neck clung to your damp skin, hands constantly battling against blood thirsty mosquitoes. You think it’s fair enough to say that you’re miserable. of course, no one would argue. The camp seemed to be in a stand still, the heat sucking any remaining energy out of its members. These past few days mostly consisted of lounging around under tents, wagons ,trees. Not even Mrs Grimshaw had the energy to reprimand the girls from lazying around and neglecting their chores.

Letting out a huff, you used the back of your wrist to brush away strands of hair sticking to your forehead. Hands submerging back into the bucket of lukewarm sudsy water that you were using to scrub the stubborn left over bits of food stuck on the pans from one of Pearsons stews.

Rinsing off the last dish, you dried off your pruney hands on your skirts. Standing, you stretched out your back and rolled your shoulders, grimacing as you felt the fabric of your dress stick to your damp skin. Letting out a sigh you look around the now quiet camp, well past midnight. All inhabitants in the camp have retired to their tents for the night. You offering to stay up and clean the dishes.

You made your way to your tent, smiling softly as you saw the dim glow of a lantern through the material. Ducking through the tents opening, your smile grew bigger at the sight that greeted you. Arthur lied propped up in your shared cot, linen sheets pooled around his bare waist. Head stuck in his journal, scribbling away. At the sound of your entrance, he looked up, bluey green eyes glittering against the light the dimly lit lantern allowed. “Finally” he murmured. Sticking his pencil in the bind of his journal, he flicked it shut and placed it on the crate off to the side.

Scoffing playfully, you move towards the makeshift vanity placed in the corner of your shared lean to. Hands starting to pull out the pins holding your long tresses up. “Not my fault that Pearsons stew is impossible to scrub off our cookware”. You say, fingers combing through your hair, untangling all the knots and tangles from the day. Arthur just comfortably watching you. “I swear the man puts cement in there or somthin” you joke. Arthur stretches his arms up behind his head, watching as you unbutton your dress until you’re in nothing but your thin lacy chemise.

“Don’t like you doin all that extra work” he replies. “specially in your condition”. You laugh, rolling your eyes good naturedly “in my condition?” you question. All you get is a grunt in return. After folding away your dress you turn your attention to the man in your bed, finally taking in the sight. He’s without his union suit, weather to hot for all those uneeded layers. His bare chest is on display, the hair there slightly matted from humidity. The muscles in his tanned arms more prominent from the way he has them crossed behind his head. He has his head tilted to the side, eyes half lided with sleep and……something else. You feel heat pool between your thighs. You move across the floor towards the cot just big enough for two people. Crawling up the bed, you move to straddle his lap. His hands instantly go to your thighs. Big, rough hands smoothing the soft skin there. “Need you to take it more easy, Don’t want anything to happen to the two of you” he murmurs. Hands smoothing up towards your stomach, where theres a small swell of life growing. “ok?” he demands softly but firmly. You smile softly, your chest tightening with love and affection for this beautiful man you get to call your husband. You slide your hands over his chest, up his neck, until your fingers are threading through his soft tawny locks. Thumbs gently sweeping over the stubble on his cheeks. “ok” you whisper. He gives a small nod, “good, now c’mere” he gives your waist a gentle tug, chin lifting in search of your lips. You giggle quietly, pressing your soft lips to his slightly chapped ones. Exchanging a series of short but sweet kisses that soon turn to heated when teeth gently nip at skin. Quickly followed by hot swipes of tongues to soothe the ache.

Arthurs lips leave yours to trail hot, wet, nipping kisses over your chin and down your neck. “Arthur” you moan quietly, huffing out quick puffs of breath as your fingers tighten in his hair. Holding him to your neck. Arthur grunts, sucking a bruising kiss into the hollow of your neck. He wraps his arms around your waist and gently guides you so that your back is lying comfortably on the mattress. He unbuttons the front of your chemise, sliding the delicate material down your shoulders and over your chest. You give a slight shiver, full breasts on display, Rosy pink nipples pebbling. Arthur gives an appreciative hum, hungry eyes racking over the display. He smooths both hands down until he’s got a handful in each hand, gently massaging the flesh. He continues kissing his way down your neck until he’s lathing his hot, wet tongue over a dusky pink nipple. You softly cry out, back arching and fingernails gently scratching his head. Arthur grunts around your nipple, only releasing it to do the same to the other one.

Arthur peels the rest of your chemise off your body until you’re completely bare to him. He grabs the backs of your thighs, bending them until your knees are touching your breasts. “Been wantin to taste this pretty lil pussy all week now” he practically growls out before sucking your clit into his hot mouth. Your back bows up at the suddenness of it “oh, fuck Arthur” you cry out quietly, still vaguely aware of your neighbours. He lathes his tongue over your bud, repeatedly flicking his tongue around your clit until he brings it back into his mouth and suckles, hard. “oh my god, yes yes. I’m gonna cum!” you pant. Hands fisting his hair. “c’mon sweetheart, want you to cum all over my face. C’mon girl” Arthur moans, lathering his tongue through your folds until your weeping. Slick dripping through your folds and down your cheeks and drenching the sheets underneath. “fuck, look at you. So wet for me.” He moans before moving his attention back to your clit and furiously working his tongue over it. “ I’m cumin, Arthur im cumin!” you moan out as wave of pleasure surge through you. Hips withering in his grasp until he finally lets up.

Arthur leans back on his heels, wiping his hand furtively over his mouse. His beard is covered in your release, its practically glistening in the lamp light. His hands go towards his pants where he shucks them down his hips. Your mouth nearly waters at the sight of his thick cock, the tip flushed red and dripping with pre cum. You whine and wrap your legs around his waist, eager to be filled. Arthur laughs cockily “Easy sweetheart, so eager for a nutha one huh?”. His hand grabs his member, teasing his tip between your dripping folds. He places the tip against your entrance and slowly slides in. “god dammit!” he snarls when he's fully seated inside you “Been way too long since I’ve been without this pussy”. You whine at the feeling of being filled and stretched out, your muscles clenching and unclenching around his cock happily. He starts up a quick pace, the sound of wet slapping skin filling the small tent along with rough grunt and soft throaty moans. “you nearly there, sweetheart?” Arthur questions without stopping his pace, jaw clenching and skin shining with perspiration…. He was beautiful. “my god yes, please” you moan out “please, I want you to cum in me”.

Arthur groans, pace quickening. “c’mon baby, want you to cum with me. Want you to cum with me so I can fill you up”. His thrusts start becoming more erratic now as his release approaches. “want me to fill you up huh?, have you dripping with my cum”. You nod your head, not able to form words as pleasure wracks your body in waves. Arthur soon follows after. You moan at the feeling of thick ropes of come spurting inside you. His softening cock slips out of you, cum dripping out of you. “fuck, I love you” Arthur pants, face flush and exhausted. You giggle and pull him down to you by his neck smothering his lips with yours. “I love you too”. You whisper in between kisses.

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Morning showers

I woke up to the sound of water running, rolling over I splayed my arm across the other side of the bed expecting to feel the warm and solid body of my boyfriend. All I was greeted with was with nothing but cold sheets. Propping myself on my elbows I look towards the bathroom door where the sound of water is coming from. swinging my legs over the side of the bed my feet met the fluffy carpet, goosebumps erupted over my bare legs, stretching my arms above my head until I felt a satisfying pull. I sigh and look to the clock on my bed side table 9:30 am, my eye catches the moving photograph on my beside, a young man with ink black hair up in a bun has his leather jacket clad arms wrapped around my waist from behind, he nuzzles my neck pulling back to smile a dazzling smile, eyes creasing in the corners as picture me laughs and tries to get away from the scratchy feeling of the beginning of scruff growing on his chin. I smile fondly at the memory, me and Sirius have been together for three years now since the beginning of our sixth year of Hogwarts. We live together in a medium sized apartment perfectly comfortable for two. I stand up and make my way around the messy king sized bed and towards the bathroom door. I walk into the steam filled room and reach down into the cupboard under the sink for a towel. As I straightened up Sirius peeked his head through the shower curtain. ‘‘Morning, love”, I smiled tiredly at him, hanging up my towel on the towel rack next to his. Sirius watches my movement before a cheeky smile forms on his face “you comin to join me love” he says running a hand through his wet hair, slicking it back in the process. I eyed the muscles in his arm, jumping and tensing as he moved his arm, my eyes flitted to his tanned chest, water dripping down. I felt a tingle between my thighs and found myself pressing them together subconsciously, “mhm” I answered back as I pulled my hair from its messy bun, running a hand through it to untangle any knots. I reached for the hem of Sirius’s shirt that I wore to bed last night, pulling it over my head I felt the cold air on my full breast the nipple pebbling, reaching down and slipping off my black panties. I look to Sirius who’s been watching me the entire time. His eyes glazed over and jaw clenched, I feel a shiver run down my spine and this time it’s not from the cold air. He’s seen me naked hundreds of times but his eyes always have the same effect on my body. “come ere them” he orders, he pulls the curtain aside to allow me in, I bite my lip and walk into the shower. As soon as I’m in reach of Sirius he wraps his hand behind my neck and pulls me into the stream of warm water, I gasp as the water hits my skin instantly waking me up. Sirius tugs me closer so or wet bodies are pressed up against each other, my nipples hardened against his warm skin, Sirius hums his appreciation. I wrap my arms around his torso and grin up at him “hi” I giggle peacefully, Sirius smirks and uses his other hand to push wet tendrils out of my face before craning his neck and touching his forehead to mine. We don’t say anything for a while, just basking in the warm water, eyes closed, forehead to forehead, nose to nose. It’s only interrupted when I feel a kiss on my nose and then  light kisses being peppered over my cheek and down my neck, I open my eyes and whisper “what are you up to, Mr. black” as I try to contain a moan “Nothing love, just loving on ye” he mumbles against my neck before sucking on the spot behind my ear he knows to well. That time I don’t try to hold back the moan, I feel Sirius grin against my neck before licking the angry red mark he left. He ducks his head quickly to connect his lips with mine, I sigh into the kiss the feel of his pillowy lips against my slightly chapped one. I drag both my hands up his chest, around his neck and into his silky wet hair, scratching my nails gently at the roots. Sirius groans into my mouth sliding his calloused hands down my back squeezing and massaging my backside. Tugging his head closer to mine, I gently nibbled on his bottom lip molding his lips against mine plucking and massaging our lips together. I felt his tongue trying to coax my mouth open, I opened my mouth and let him in, exploring my mouth and massaging our tongues together. I untangle one of my hand from his hair and slide it down his torso, down his toned stomach before reaching coarse curls that led down to his stiffening member. I wrap my hand around his cock and give it a little squeeze. Sirius hisses and pulls back from my mouth, the hand that’s in my hair tightens and pulls my head back to meet his hooded eyes. “you want something, love?” he growls hoarsely, “I want you in my mouth” I moan breathlessly sliding my hand up and down his hard cock. “you wanna wrap that pretty little mouth around my cock, is that it sweetheart?”, I moan helplessly “ please” I beg quietly “please, I want it I want it”. its a whine and its pitiful. Sirius groans loudly and tilts his head back, you know damn well what begging does to him. “All right love, get on your knees for me then”, you drop down onto your knees the cold wet floor slightly scrapes your knees, but you could give two shits right now. His cock is hard and heavy in your hand, the pink tip leaking pre cum. You swipe your thumb the tip collecting it. You bring your thumb to your mouth and suckle the slightly salty substance off your thumbs. Sirius moans, he’s starting to get a little fidgety you realize with smug satisfaction. You lean down and give his head a little lick, you feel his cock twitch in your hand, “you taste good” you whisper throatily, eyes connecting with his. Sirius throat bobs as he swallows thickly “yeah?, open wider so you can get a better taste” he whispers hoarsely. Eyes still connected to his, you lean down and open your mouth wider, taking his head in your warm wet mouth. You suckle firmly on the tip and release it with a wet pop before opening wider and taking more of him in your mouth. After a moment the only sound in the bathroom are the water still running and the wet sound your making as you work him up and down. “Merlin, fuck” Sirius hisses, sliding his hand into your hair “ that good for you, sweetheart huh”. All you can do is moan softly savoring the weight of him in your mouth, “taking me so good, fuckin’ hungry for it aren’t ye?”. You moan lowly releasing him and licking a long stripe on the underside of his cock, before reattaching your mouth to the bursting red tip suckling harshly. Sirius hisses sharply tightening his hand in your, blunt nails scratching against your skull, and you revel in the burn against your skull. “Easy love, wanna last for ye ok?” you ignore him and tighten your lips around him, relaxing your throat and trying to take as much of him in your throat as possible. Your nose reaches the dark coarse hair at the base of him, as you deep throat him. Sirius hunches over, mouth open and eyes screwed shut,”bleedin, fuckin hell” Sirius swears loudly. His chest heaving up and down  rapidly, you bob your head up and down him. Gliding over his spit covered cock, his hand pushes lightly on your head urging you on. You release him and Sirius whines, a genuine honest to god whine. You lick the underside of him before flicking your tongue against one of his balls, attaching your mouth and suckling gently. Sirius jerks stiffly caught off guard “Merlin, fuckin Christ” “m’gonna cum” you quickly wrap your lips around his tip and bob your mouth sloppily up and down his length. “So wet….just like your fuckin cunt, when I’m balls deep in ye” Sirius moans breathlessly. You feel his thick member pulsing, you look up at him and his head is tilt back, eyes screwed shut and jaw tense. You know he gonna cum, you grip the rest of him with one hand and jerk him firmly while you suckle harshly on the end of him “m’gonna….” he doesn’t get to finish his sentence before his body is shaking, his eyes roll back in his head as he’s spouting incoherent profanities. The streams of his seed are hot, heavy and thick, his hand tightens in your hair unconsciously pushing you closer. Your eyes water and you sputter, pulling away before swallowing every bit of him. Sirius slumps against the tile wall, completely and utterly spent. Sirius strokes your cheek tenderly before helping you up on slightly trembling limbs, he pulls you closely and peppers kisses over your cheeks and neck “thank you, thank you…” he say in between kisses. He pulls back slightly before meeting your eyes ;“ “your turn, beautiful” he whisper while connecting his lips to yours.