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.
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Sirius and James had spent Christmas break cavorting around Muggle London-James in some misbegotten attempt to connect with Lily Evans by learning more about her ‘culture of origin,’ and Sirius because, as he so charmingly put it, “Muggle girls are easy to pull.” As if to emphasize this point, he whipped out his wand and executed a flurry of rapid back-and-forth flicks aimed at his bed, resulting in a series of 7 short lines marching down his bedpost to join the 15 already there. Remus was fairly certain the phrase “a notch in the bedpost” was intended to be metaphorical, but Sirius had always been rather literal.
“How about you, Moony? Get any action over break?” Sirius asked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“I suppose you could call it that,” Remus replied, trying to keep his tone light and flippant. I already knew Sirius would shag anything that moves, it’s no use continuing to get bothered over it, he reminded himself. Not that it helped much.
Sirius jerked his head away from his idle admiration of his freshly vandalized bedpost, fixing Remus with a wide-eyed stare. “You’re talking about some book, right? Or your little problem?” His voice seemed to waver slightly, and Remus blinked in confusion.
“What do you think, Sirius? We’ve had this discussion before.”
“And I’ve told you, what you are shouldn’t stop you from having a relationship!”
“I don’t want to tell people, Sirius!” he gritted out from between clenched teeth.
“Then don’t! Date someone who already knows!” Sirius retorted, as though it were the most natural solution in the world.
Remus tried not to roll his eyes. “Assuming we’re not considering anyone born before 1950, that limits me to James, Peter, you, and-“ Sirius winced. “-Snape.”
“I-“
“And in case you hadn’t noticed,” he continued, cutting what was no doubt another apology off at the pass, “Peter has been dating Diana Bixby for almost a year now, James has been pining after Lily for far longer than that, and if you think I’d want to date Snape we’re dropping this conversation and taking you straight to Madam Pomfrey.”
Sirius frowned. “What about me?” Remus stared at him incredulously.
“You don’t do relationships.”
“I could!” he retorted, looking oddly hurt.
“Excuse me if I have trouble believing that. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to dinner.”
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“Remus? Blast it,” he muttered, crumpling the parchment and shoving it under his pillow. He got up, only to plant himself on Remus’s bed instead.
The owner of said bed looked at him expectantly. “Did you need something?”
“Don’t mind me.” Sirius sat back against the headboard, clearly waiting for him to finish preparing for bed.
Remus gathered his nightclothes and headed off to the bathroom, but his bed was still occupied when he returned.
“You know, I need that for sleeping.” His words seemed to jerk Sirius out of a reverie, and the other boy flushed, looking awfully anxious for someone presumably so used to occupying others’ beds.
“I-hear me out, first,” he said earnestly. “I-you’re-I tried to write you a poem but-Moony will you go out me?”
As if being a werewolf weren’t bad enough, now he was having aural hallucinations. “I-what?”
Sirius made a vague pointing gesture between the two of them. “You. Me. Date.”
No, apparently this was for real. His fantasies were never quite this ludicrous. “I have no desire to be another notch in your bedpost, Sirius Black, and that is quite literally what would result from this.”
“No, I mean like…date date. With, you know, a relationship and everything. And not shagging other people.”
“…Is this a prank, or some debased plot to get me into bed?”
“I’m serious! And that’s not what I-err, well, I do want it, but it’s not why I’m asking! I want you! To talk to and sit with and cuddle and I don’t particularly think you’d want to go to Madam Puddifoot’s together but if you did I’d do that with you even!”
Remus had never been more certain that he was going to regret a decision, but the words had left his lips before he could properly consider them-“All right. Let’s try it.”
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It was working better than he’d expected. He and Sirius had been “dating” for nigh-on three months now, far longer than the other boy usually went without sneaking off to Hogsmeade or some secret room for a clandestine meeting, and Sirius had stayed true to his promises of monogamy. He knew this because of a gift he’d received shortly after they started all this-a sheet of parchment designed to wipe magically and transfer any notes he took on it to a preorganized folder up in his room, with a permanent fixture in the corner that resembled a classic Wizarding family clock.
“Sirius Black is…” it said, with a checkmark that moved from box to box between such options as “Being a good student,” “Sleeping,” “Eating,” “Pranking,” and more explicit activities like “Wanking Over Moony,” “Fantasizing About Moony,” “Wanking Over Someone Else,” “Fantasizing about Someone Else,” and “Shagging.” The checkmark had been notably absent from the last three boxes-not that he spent a lot of time watching it or anything, but that part of the parchment was charmed so only he could see it, and the rest of it was really far too useful not to use in class-and spent more time in the first than he would ever have suspected.
He finished copying a rather convoluted goblin genealogy into his History of Magic notes, and glanced up at the “24-Hour Padfoot Chastity Watch,” as James, whose help Sirius had apparently enlisted in perfecting the spellwork, had dubbed it. The checkmark was currently in the “Fantasizing About Moony” box, and he flushed, glancing over at Sirius who gave him a flirtatious wink. Lately, that box and its corresponding “Wanking” box (which was occupied like clockwork between 10:30 and 10:45 PM every night-not that Remus had been checking) had been making him feel less self-conscious and more-well-interested. His own fantasies, though they had always involved Sirius, were embarrassingly vague and not nearly as involved as he imagined Sirius’s were. Not that he spent a lot of time wondering about Sirius’s fantasies-okay, fine, he did.
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“Sirius?” he murmured, causing the hand in his hair to pause momentarily.
“Yes?” In times like these, Sirius’s voice never held the smug, jaded air that subtly pervaded it at other times-it was rich, warm, and right there in every sense.
“You-“ Remus flushed, not quite believing he was about to ask this. “In History of Magic. What were you, err, thinking about?”
Sirius groaned. “If you’re going to ask me questions like that, Moony, you might want to get your head out of my lap.” He paused. “You really want to know?”
“Well…yes.” Remus could feel his cheeks burning, and prayed Sirius wouldn’t comment on it. Any teasing right now would make him lose what nerve he’d worked up to ask this question.
“Well,” Sirius began, and his voice was almost a purr. “We were lying here, kissing, not unlike last night.”
Is that all? Remus had always thought that Sirius’s fantasies would be slightly more interesting than this own.
“You moaned a little-I can’t even tell you how sexy your moans are, by the way-and spread your legs. I slipped between them, and realized you were hard…not unlike you’re getting now.” He ran his hand down Remus’s side, only to stop at his hipbone. “I slipped my hand up your robes and began to pull them up a little-you didn’t object.” Sirius said this last bit as though it were something noteworthy, but Remus was fairly certain his own reaction would be identical were the same thing to happen right then. “I slid your robes up to your chest-you lifted your arms to let me pull them off.” He paused. “I did, of course. I kissed your lips, and moved down slowly-I kissed your neck, your nipples, your belly…you arched your hips up to meet me. I slipped my fingers under the waistband of your pants and made to pull them off-you let me.” Sirius smiled down at him. “You were so hard-hard as I was. I wrapped my fingers around you and you moaned like nothing else…”
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“I stroked you for a while, kissing your chest…then I moved my mouth down further, and licked you.” Sirius’s hand had gradually migrated to Remus’s inner thigh, which he was gently kneading, almost as if unaware of his actions. “I looked up at you, lying back against the pillows, looking gorgeous and flushed and totally debauched…and then I took you into my mouth. I couldn’t even imagine the sounds you would make. I sucked on you, and you spread your legs further to give me better access…I moved my hand between your legs, and brushed a finger against your hole…you moaned and pushed up into my mouth.”
My…hole? Remus had never thought of that particular part of his anatomy in connection with Sirius before, but hearing it now gave him a dirty little thrill that tingled up his spine before moving down to throb between his legs.
“I reached into my pocket, where I conveniently had a bottle of lubricant, and got some on my fingers. I reached back down between your legs and pressed them against your hole-you bore down on my hand until they penetrated you. I pushed them further in-I could feel you opening up for me. I licked you one last time before I slid my mouth off of you and withdrew my fingers…” Sirius was absently rubbing his other palm over his own groin now, his breathing gradually getting heavier.
“And then?” Remus asked breathlessly, figuring from the lack of orgasms up to this point that there was more to the fantasy.
“….And then….I took you.”
“…T-took me?” Remus didn’t know whether nervousness or arousal was primarily responsible for the tremble in his voice.
“Thrust inside of you. Claimed you as mine. You were tight…hot…perfect.”
“Is…is that how…two men do it?”
Sirius nodded, a small smile on his lips. “We’ve been dating for three months and you still didn’t know how two blokes shag? Yes. If we were to do it, I would put my cock up your arse and fuck you like that. There’s this pleasure spot up there-I would make you feel amazing.”
Remus whimpered. Sirius’s words had him aching by this point, and he wanted desperately to be touched. “I-show me?”
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ACTUAL NON-FANTASY SEXY TIMES TO FOLLOW TOMORROW OR SO
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This really made me laugh! I think we should add checks for all of the above to the list of requests.
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Sirius fixed him with a disbelieving stare which slowly broke into a delighted grin. “You want me to?” Remus nodded, and promptly found himself the recipient of a smouldering kiss. Sirius slowly pushed him down onto the bed, kissing him all the while. Err, snogging, he supposed, ‘kissing’ was just too light a term for Sirius’s lips soft against his, tongue in his mouth, hands moving through his hair, down his sides, over his rear… He didn’t exactly have anything to compare it to, but he suspected Sirius was a rather amazing kisser. This was…slightly more bodily contact than had been involved in their previous kissing escapades, however…a lot more, he amended, as a thigh pressed down against his erection. He gasped into Sirius’s mouth, who pulled back breathlessly only to latch his mouth onto Remus’s neck, kissing and nipping. Considering his past history, Remus had never thought of being bitten as something he’d enjoy, but he found himself moaning, arching his hips up towards the firm body above him.
Sirius groaned something against his neck that sounded vaguely like “oh fuck,” and ground down against him, his hips pushing Remus into the bed. Although he’d known on some level that Sirius was aroused, it was still surprising to feel it so clearly pressing against him. Also surprising was just how…large it felt through the cloth. That will be…going… His arse clenched nervously at the thought, but he was quickly distracted by Sirius’s mouth, impossibly hot against his neck…and then against him lips again, in a gentle, melting kiss that lasted just an instant too long to be called a peck.
“Can I…take your robe off?” Sirius asked, quite tentatively for someone who had just been given permission to do a great deal more than that.
“Y-yes.” Remus was rather self-conscious about the network of pale scars that crossed his skin where healing charms just hadn’t been enough, and Sirius had never seen him shirtless outside of the dimly lit Shrieking Shack. Of course he must know that there were scars, but had he registered it in this context? Remus bit his lip, watching Sirius’s face carefully as warm hands slid his robes slowly up his legs. Rather than the revulsion he had feared, however, he saw nothing but apparent appreciation.
He raised his hips to allow Sirius to continue lifting his robes, looking away in embarrassment as his rather…strained pants were exposed. Sirius caught his hand as he tried to move it down to cover himself, kissing the palm before gently placing it on his own shoulder.
“No hiding,” he breathed. “I want to see all of you.” He continued to slide Remus’s robe slowly up his torso, the sides of his hands ghosting over the revealed skin as his thumbs hooked the gathered cloth. Remus could feel his blush creep all the way up to his ears as Sirius gradually exposed his belly button-a pause, a kiss-his nipples-a stifled moan-and finally-“Lift your arms,”-the bite mark on his shoulder.
He hadn’t known it was possible for a gaze to seem both reverent and hungry at the same time, but apparently it was. “You’re-wow. You’re fucking gorgeous, Moony.” Sirius flushed slightly. “You mind if I, err, get my kit off? It’s a bit…tight down there.”
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*is impatiently waiting for more*
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“Um…”
“Yeah?”
“Are you sure that’s how two blokes have sex?”
Sirius laughed. “It’ll work, I promise.” And then he leaned forward, gathering Remus in his arms and pulling him upward to straddle his lap-bare chest against bare chest, Sirius’s naked erection prodding his own through his pants.
It was almost too much at once, and he inhaled sharply-Sirius’s hands stroked soothingly over his back.
“You all right?”
“I…I think so,” he gasped.
“Tell me if I’m going too fast,” Sirius said, and then his hands on Remus’s back found new purpose, one moving to his neck to pull him forward for a kiss, the other caressing his lower back, just above the waistband of his pants.
He mumbled some vague affirmative against Sirius’s lips, not being concerned so much with the speed as with the final outcome.
The hand on his back slid down mere inches, pinky slipping under the waistband of his pants. Remus gasped a little, jerking his hips away instinctively-and ended up rocking forward against Sirius’s erection. The action also had the unintended effect of pushing Sirius’s fingers further under his waistband-all in all a very compromising position. (Although he supposed sitting with nothing but his pants on in a naked boy’s lap had been fairly compromising already.)
He felt rather than heard Sirius’s groan at the contact, their bodies and mouths pressed together as it were. They snogged for several heated moments, enough to calm his racing heart from a sprint to more of a brisk trot, before Sirius moved his hand again-not to pull it away, but to cup Remus’s rear. He gave it a brief squeeze before-“Can I?”-sliding Remus’s pants down over the curve of his bottom. Sirius caressed the newly exposed flesh for a minute, his lips barely leaving Remus’s, before bearing him down gently onto the bed and pulling his pants down over his hips.
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I really wasn't expecting this to go so long...
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XD I love Remus' reaction "Are you sure that's how two blokes have sex?"
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Before Remus could gather his thoughts, he felt the tickling brush of Sirius’s dark hair trailing over his stomach, punctuated by kisses in a downwards line that missed his erection entirely and ended in a teasing nip to his inner thigh. Sirius’s breath ghosted over him, hot and moist and not quite enough, and then Sirius moved his head up and licked. Remus cried out, hips bucking up reflexively-only to be forced back down, as Sirius placed his large hands on either side of Remus’s groin and pinned his hips to the bed. “Easy there,” he chuckled-and then made it very difficult to follow this advice, as he took the tip of Remus’s member into his mouth.
I couldn’t even imagine the sounds you would make, he recalled Sirius saying. A choked gasp, apparently-and a keening moan, as Sirius’s mouth slid down until his nose brushed Remus’s pubes. And then that train of thought vanished, his mind registering nothing but heat pressure wetness movement pleasure. Far too quickly, Remus could feel himself approaching the edge-and Sirius immediately backed off. “Not yet.” He smirked. “You’ll come with me inside of you.”
He picked up his wand, then, from where he’d tossed it on the bed in his hurried disrobing, and Remus looked at him questioningly-or as questioningly he could while flushed and panting.
“I don’t actually carry around bottles of lube,” Sirius said by way of an explanation. He muttered an incantation with which Remus was unfamiliar, and his fingers began to gleam with some slick substance. His other hand guided Remus’s legs up to bend at the knee, and, getting the general gist of where this was headed, Remus spread them apart himself-an action he thought fairly inconsequential. Judging by the loud groan of “Fuck, Moony,” it elicited, however, this opinion was not mutual.
Sirius knelt between his legs, leaning down for a long kiss before he pressed a fingertip against Remus’s hole. It rested there for a moment, rubbing in tiny circles as Remus got used to the feeling of contact, before applying gradual pressure. It popped inside fairly easily, slick as it was, and slowly slid deeper, to nudge against a sensitive spot Remus hadn’t known was there.
“O-oh,” he gasped.
“You like that?” Sirius purred.
He nodded, eyes fluttering shut as he tilted his hips against Sirius’s hand in an attempt to intensify the contact.
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