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Almost but never Quite
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Word Count: 786
For Prompt 2: Dress Robes
Summary: “I know what you want.. You want this. You just don’t know if you can accept that.” Remus’ voice was soft, all hot and sticky against Sirius’ throat. His teeth sampled the lobe - a little harder than he’d intended but enough to make Sirius shiver in his arms.
It took Remus a few minutes to get the dress robes settled; all the buttons fastened, the intricate tie set right, the collar flattened. He could feel Sirius staring at him. He didn’t look. The small, cramped fitting room was already too hot, and feeling Sirius’ eyes on him only made it more so.
“They look good on you” Sirius voice was quiet, low and hungry.
Remus felt a feral thrill at the sound. “You think I look good?” One step closer, bringing them close enough to almost touch. Sirius’ breath caught, his eyes fixed on Remus.
“Yeah, you do.” His voice was mostly breath.
Remus could feel the heat of Sirius’ body, could feel the tension in the air - so full of promise and desire - it left him light headed, his pulse quick. “Sirius” A whisper. A question.
Sirius’ expression fell, fear taking hold, overpowering the want that had dominated his features. He couldn’t get away, there were only a few inches between his back and the wall, but that small movement was enough from Remus to get the message.
Remus was tired of this game. It had gone on too long. “Fine.” His frustration and anger clouded the disappointment in his voice. That was something at least. He tore at the knot around his neck, growling at the complexity of it, at the sudden clumsiness of his fingers.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to...” Sirius’ voice was still low, now with the shame that Remus was sick of hearing every time this happened.
Remus gave up with the knot half undone, loose enough to pull it over his head. He started on the buttons. He didn’t look away from his task, “Stop apologizing. Just... stop”.
“I didn’t mean to make it seem... I mean, I... I don’t know what I want.” Sirius’ confusion had lasted months. Months of flirting and hinting, months of almost but never quite. Remus was done with it.
With just a turn and a half step, he was on Sirius, grabbing his waist and pulling them together. The skin of Sirius’ neck tasted like sweat and cologne and perfection. Remus, once started, couldn’t stop his lips from exploring; his tongue from savoring every inch of it. Remus had Sirius trapped, holding him close, hands exploring Sirius’ firm back and tight ass through the smooth, expensive fabric. Sirius didn’t try to move away, didn’t pull against Remus’ grip. Remus’ lips moved toward Sirius’ ear, tongue tracing the shell of it.. “I know what you want.. You want this. You just don’t know if you can accept that.” Remus’ voice was soft, all hot and sticky against Sirius’ throat. His teeth sampled the lobe - a little harder than he’d intended but enough to make Sirius shiver in his arms.
“God, Remus” Sirius’ voice shook, arms moving around Remus, digging into his back.
Remus felt Sirius’ cock growing stiff against his hip. He pressed into it hard, drawing a soul deep groan out of Sirius, sending sparks through his own spine. He pushed away, out of Sirius’ arms, but still close enough to feel the heat and need coming off him. “Told you, you wanted it.”
Sirius took a few gasping breaths. “Of course I do. I want you so bad. I want to take you home and fuck you senseless.” He closed his eyes, another shaking breath for composure. When he spoke again his voice still shook, but he looked Remus in the eye. “But, for once, I am trying to think about what comes after. Are we ready for this? I don’t know if I can do it. I don’t know -“
“And I don’t know how much more of this I can fucking stand.” Remus pulled away completely, as far as he could in the tiny room. He started tearing at the cuff buttons on his robes. One button dropped to the floor, but he managed to get the robes off and back on their hanger. “So make up your damn mind, Sirius.”
The fitting room door swung closed behind him. He handed the hanger to Madam Malkin, damaged robe and knotted tie looking as disheveled as Remus felt. “They fit fine.” She was talking about James, and his final fitting and how they’d be done for pick up on Thursday. Remus wasn’t listening, he headed to the door, just wanting to get out.
The fitting room door creaked open. Remus turned. Sirius’ robes were neat on the hanger, looking like they had when he’d been handed them. His smile, as he gave them back to Madam Malkin, was flawless, composed. Remus couldn’t stand any more of it. “I’ll see you Friday.” He called, as he headed out into the too bright afternoon sun.
Continued with Unanswered Questions and Desperate Undertakings
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Word Count: 786
For Prompt 2: Dress Robes
Summary: “I know what you want.. You want this. You just don’t know if you can accept that.” Remus’ voice was soft, all hot and sticky against Sirius’ throat. His teeth sampled the lobe - a little harder than he’d intended but enough to make Sirius shiver in his arms.
It took Remus a few minutes to get the dress robes settled; all the buttons fastened, the intricate tie set right, the collar flattened. He could feel Sirius staring at him. He didn’t look. The small, cramped fitting room was already too hot, and feeling Sirius’ eyes on him only made it more so.
“They look good on you” Sirius voice was quiet, low and hungry.
Remus felt a feral thrill at the sound. “You think I look good?” One step closer, bringing them close enough to almost touch. Sirius’ breath caught, his eyes fixed on Remus.
“Yeah, you do.” His voice was mostly breath.
Remus could feel the heat of Sirius’ body, could feel the tension in the air - so full of promise and desire - it left him light headed, his pulse quick. “Sirius” A whisper. A question.
Sirius’ expression fell, fear taking hold, overpowering the want that had dominated his features. He couldn’t get away, there were only a few inches between his back and the wall, but that small movement was enough from Remus to get the message.
Remus was tired of this game. It had gone on too long. “Fine.” His frustration and anger clouded the disappointment in his voice. That was something at least. He tore at the knot around his neck, growling at the complexity of it, at the sudden clumsiness of his fingers.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to...” Sirius’ voice was still low, now with the shame that Remus was sick of hearing every time this happened.
Remus gave up with the knot half undone, loose enough to pull it over his head. He started on the buttons. He didn’t look away from his task, “Stop apologizing. Just... stop”.
“I didn’t mean to make it seem... I mean, I... I don’t know what I want.” Sirius’ confusion had lasted months. Months of flirting and hinting, months of almost but never quite. Remus was done with it.
With just a turn and a half step, he was on Sirius, grabbing his waist and pulling them together. The skin of Sirius’ neck tasted like sweat and cologne and perfection. Remus, once started, couldn’t stop his lips from exploring; his tongue from savoring every inch of it. Remus had Sirius trapped, holding him close, hands exploring Sirius’ firm back and tight ass through the smooth, expensive fabric. Sirius didn’t try to move away, didn’t pull against Remus’ grip. Remus’ lips moved toward Sirius’ ear, tongue tracing the shell of it.. “I know what you want.. You want this. You just don’t know if you can accept that.” Remus’ voice was soft, all hot and sticky against Sirius’ throat. His teeth sampled the lobe - a little harder than he’d intended but enough to make Sirius shiver in his arms.
“God, Remus” Sirius’ voice shook, arms moving around Remus, digging into his back.
Remus felt Sirius’ cock growing stiff against his hip. He pressed into it hard, drawing a soul deep groan out of Sirius, sending sparks through his own spine. He pushed away, out of Sirius’ arms, but still close enough to feel the heat and need coming off him. “Told you, you wanted it.”
Sirius took a few gasping breaths. “Of course I do. I want you so bad. I want to take you home and fuck you senseless.” He closed his eyes, another shaking breath for composure. When he spoke again his voice still shook, but he looked Remus in the eye. “But, for once, I am trying to think about what comes after. Are we ready for this? I don’t know if I can do it. I don’t know -“
“And I don’t know how much more of this I can fucking stand.” Remus pulled away completely, as far as he could in the tiny room. He started tearing at the cuff buttons on his robes. One button dropped to the floor, but he managed to get the robes off and back on their hanger. “So make up your damn mind, Sirius.”
The fitting room door swung closed behind him. He handed the hanger to Madam Malkin, damaged robe and knotted tie looking as disheveled as Remus felt. “They fit fine.” She was talking about James, and his final fitting and how they’d be done for pick up on Thursday. Remus wasn’t listening, he headed to the door, just wanting to get out.
The fitting room door creaked open. Remus turned. Sirius’ robes were neat on the hanger, looking like they had when he’d been handed them. His smile, as he gave them back to Madam Malkin, was flawless, composed. Remus couldn’t stand any more of it. “I’ll see you Friday.” He called, as he headed out into the too bright afternoon sun.
Continued with Unanswered Questions and Desperate Undertakings