Remus/Sirius Kink Meme
As promised in this post (which no one read, lol) I am opening this journal up to an anonymous kink meme. This has nothing to do with my birthday, it just happens to be the most convenient weekend for me for awhile. So, this kink meme will run from now until 10pm January 17th, at which I will turn IP logging back on.
EDIT: Okay, so, this kink meme ( Read more... )
EDIT: Okay, so, this kink meme ( Read more... )
Remus feels the blotchy flush around the arch of his neck, glares, gritting his teeth against the thought of wanting it. "I'm not gonna hit you," he mutters. "What, you don't get enough of it in the Shack?"
"Guess not," Sirius says slyly, darting out a light little play-jab at Remus' shoulder, just enough to send a thrill through him. "You'll like it," he says again, softer, with just the right look in his eyes - the one that says, and how pretty we'll look.
His fist curled white-knuckled flicks forward again, brushing up under Remus' jaw, a slight knock of teeth and Remus does hit him then just because he's so god damn incorrigible - well, shoves him actually, and Sirius stumbles back with momentary shock and then his mouth splits in a grin. Remus can't help but smile just a tiny bit then. His heart pounds. He wants to feel Sirius' hands come back at him - hard.
They do: against his jaw again with conviction, he bites his tongue and tastes blood and spits only since he knows that's what you're supposed to do, feels it hot in his mouth and then he has Sirius around the shoulders and they're staggering, blows jammed in haphazard wherever they can reach, the heady smell of sweat and bruises choking between them. He gets a knee into Sirius' stomach and feels a flare of wolf and Sirius falls and Remus drops on top of him, blacks his eye and raises a spidery red ridge across his cheekbone. Sirius snaps at his wrist with teeth and takes advantage of the second's distraction to roll Remus over with knees locked hard around his hips, cutting against the bone, fists like coiled springs into his ribs and up beneath his diaphragm so he coughs, feels his beaten face sing with exertion; stares, winded, shoulders tensed frozen as he looks up at Sirius sitting up over him with his chest rising and falling in sharp, pained swells.
Sirius wipes the back of his hand over the cut beneath his eye where his cheek has split thin and rich with dark blood, examines it smeared across his skin, then holds it up to Remus like a badge of honor, grinning red. He's terribly hard and Remus can feel it completely, every little quiver of his hips as his body shakes sending shocks through Remus that flare high beneath his skin in each place Sirius landed a punch.
Remus knows Sirius knew they'd both get off on this and he laughs, supposing he should be grateful. It's Sirius' responsibility to bring it out of him - get him to live a little, on the fight. When he raises blood-bruised fingers to palm Sirius roughly through his trousers, Sirius jerks against him and tips his head back, groaning, sharp, and then reaches down sudden and quick to pull Remus' shirt open, popping a button clean off, nails down his chest and rutting careless and punishing against him. They don't kiss, though they might soon, biting purpled lips and teeth scraping, tasting iron, hissing, laughter pushed just beneath the surface and masked with some invented anger, and it won't feel like they're doing much differently at all.
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omg.
I didn't even know I had this kink until JUST NOW.
gosh. wow. love it.
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