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He knows better. He knows this is wrong, that they shouldn't be doing this. He's older, protector, hero, so many labels tossed at him from so many people. So wrong. God, so fucking right.The knowledge they shouldn't makes it worse, better, more exciting. He tightens his fingers on the delicate hips of his baby brother, grips the Slytherin tie that is a constant reminder of many of the reasons why this is so wrong, and he thrusts inside tight, hot, fuck. In these moments, with Regulus beneath him begging and whimpering and wanting more, he is simple Sirius. And that is why he keeps coming back, keeps doing this, keeps letting Regulus draw him in closer and closer until they're one and lines are blurred and he forgets everything except the blood rushing in his ears and the fast beating of his heart and the sweet release he finds simply being Sirius.