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Title: An Uninvited Guest
Type: Slash
Genre: Fluff!smut
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Word Count: 757
Disclaimer: Regrettably, neither the pups nor Myrtle are mine.
Rating: R, at the very least. Let's just say ADULT and leave it at that.
Warnings: Mild language, sex, and Myrtle!voyeurism
Summary: OWL week is over and Remus lets Sirius into the Prefects' bathroom
Feedback: Is Love.
Beta: None.
A/N: Written because of THIS amazing picture by phoenixfire_lia/pyrotechnic_ink; I saw it and I couldn't resist...and check out the picture! It's spiffy!
Sirius pressed Remus lightly up against the wall of the Prefects’ bath and brought their chests together, making the bubbles between them disperse. He got a giggle out of Remus when he ran his hand down that beautiful, pale chest, relishing in the feel of the scars under his fingers, and he had to laugh when Remus reached up to play with his new piercings. Two silver hoops in each ear (both in the top, to make them more fun for both him and Remus) and one stud in the left one’s lobe…so maybe she was an uppity bint who wouldn’t come off it and date Prongs, but…Evans was good for something. And she’d understood completely and kept her damn mouth shut when Remus told her about Them…so she’d redeemed herself enough for Sirius.
Laughing throatily, he inched back slightly, but leaned into Remus’ ear.
“Knew there’d be a bonus to you getting Prefect, Moony.”
“Don’t deserve this, you know,” Remus breathed like a smile. “I know I failed the bloody Potions OWL…”
“You love me, so you deserve it.” He licked Remus’ ear gently.
“You tease…you bloody TEASE…”
“You love it…”
“Well, yeah, but I’d love it even more if you’d…you know.”
“Why, Moony! Are you asking me to-”
“Yes. I am. And please be gentle; full moon’s next week and my legs are sore.”
“I’ll make that bunny I found on your birthday look positively vicious.”
As delicate as he promised to be, Sirius moved one hand to caress Remus’ cheek and the other to one of his skinny legs. A multi-talented young man, he managed to both massage the knot he found in the leg and the pent-up tension of OWL week that had lodged itself in Remus’ lips. Poor lad…he’d abstained from any of this during the tests, and now he needed some tender loving care; lucky for him, Sirius was more than willing to oblige. Soon enough, he had both hands on Remus’ legs and was slowly separating them, raising them up and wrapping them around his waist. He took the actual act even more slowly, holding the insertion until he felt the acquiescing arms around his neck, so he wouldn’t rush Remus or hurt him.
Even with that go ahead, he was still calm, placid even though his lust didn’t want to be; the love could restrain it…if Remus wanted slow and easy, then he would get slow and easy. Sirius kissed the pulse point on Remus’ neck as he inserted himself, and Remus gasped in that chocolate-sweet way that he had the first two times. This was still new, but they’d gotten it figured out after one messy encounter in the potions store cupboard and one in James’ bed while the bespectacled one and Peter were in detention with McGonagall. Now, Remus’ breath provided a hot, wet motivation and a rhythm for Sirius to move to, and the bubbles made everything so playful. He thrusted and Remus let out a musical moan; he only liked to pretend that he didn’t have a singer lodged somewhere in his vocal chords. And then the humming…oh, the humming…when he snuck a grab of Remus’ arse, the werewolf’s moaning turned into the humming, a pleasing, middle-range sound that’s reminiscent of libraries, well-written essays, and warnings against pranks.
And then they heard It: a giggle coming from behind Sirius. And, given its girlishness and location, it couldn’t be Remus’…but he ignored it and finished. For once, he was honestly grateful that Remus was a Prefect. If he hadn’t been, then they never would have had access to this wonderful place, and he would’ve been knocked against a wall when Remus pushed out of his position and grasped onto him, breathing heavy and face red with satisfaction.
“Sirius,” he moaned into Sirius’ ear. “Why are you so good at everything?”
“Because if I wasn’t, you’d get bored,” Sirius laughed, nuzzling Remus’ neck.
“But…that was the best one yet!”
“…Love you too, Rem-”
“…Sirius, I think this made me see things…”
“Really? Like spots or something? I’m that good?”
“No, like…oh, Merlin…”
“Remus? What is it?”
“Her.”
“Huh?”
The giggling came again, and Sirius whipped around, accidentally dropping Remus into the water. When the smaller boy resurfaced a second later, with his hair plastered to the sides of his head, they stared as one at the sight before them: a half-transparent girl - plump-ish and wearing glasses, her pseudo-black hair in two pigtails and her face bearing a grin that looked like it didn’t belong there.
“Hel-lo, BOYS!”
Type: Slash
Genre: Fluff!smut
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Word Count: 757
Disclaimer: Regrettably, neither the pups nor Myrtle are mine.
Rating: R, at the very least. Let's just say ADULT and leave it at that.
Warnings: Mild language, sex, and Myrtle!voyeurism
Summary: OWL week is over and Remus lets Sirius into the Prefects' bathroom
Feedback: Is Love.
Beta: None.
A/N: Written because of THIS amazing picture by phoenixfire_lia/pyrotechnic_ink; I saw it and I couldn't resist...and check out the picture! It's spiffy!
Sirius pressed Remus lightly up against the wall of the Prefects’ bath and brought their chests together, making the bubbles between them disperse. He got a giggle out of Remus when he ran his hand down that beautiful, pale chest, relishing in the feel of the scars under his fingers, and he had to laugh when Remus reached up to play with his new piercings. Two silver hoops in each ear (both in the top, to make them more fun for both him and Remus) and one stud in the left one’s lobe…so maybe she was an uppity bint who wouldn’t come off it and date Prongs, but…Evans was good for something. And she’d understood completely and kept her damn mouth shut when Remus told her about Them…so she’d redeemed herself enough for Sirius.
Laughing throatily, he inched back slightly, but leaned into Remus’ ear.
“Knew there’d be a bonus to you getting Prefect, Moony.”
“Don’t deserve this, you know,” Remus breathed like a smile. “I know I failed the bloody Potions OWL…”
“You love me, so you deserve it.” He licked Remus’ ear gently.
“You tease…you bloody TEASE…”
“You love it…”
“Well, yeah, but I’d love it even more if you’d…you know.”
“Why, Moony! Are you asking me to-”
“Yes. I am. And please be gentle; full moon’s next week and my legs are sore.”
“I’ll make that bunny I found on your birthday look positively vicious.”
As delicate as he promised to be, Sirius moved one hand to caress Remus’ cheek and the other to one of his skinny legs. A multi-talented young man, he managed to both massage the knot he found in the leg and the pent-up tension of OWL week that had lodged itself in Remus’ lips. Poor lad…he’d abstained from any of this during the tests, and now he needed some tender loving care; lucky for him, Sirius was more than willing to oblige. Soon enough, he had both hands on Remus’ legs and was slowly separating them, raising them up and wrapping them around his waist. He took the actual act even more slowly, holding the insertion until he felt the acquiescing arms around his neck, so he wouldn’t rush Remus or hurt him.
Even with that go ahead, he was still calm, placid even though his lust didn’t want to be; the love could restrain it…if Remus wanted slow and easy, then he would get slow and easy. Sirius kissed the pulse point on Remus’ neck as he inserted himself, and Remus gasped in that chocolate-sweet way that he had the first two times. This was still new, but they’d gotten it figured out after one messy encounter in the potions store cupboard and one in James’ bed while the bespectacled one and Peter were in detention with McGonagall. Now, Remus’ breath provided a hot, wet motivation and a rhythm for Sirius to move to, and the bubbles made everything so playful. He thrusted and Remus let out a musical moan; he only liked to pretend that he didn’t have a singer lodged somewhere in his vocal chords. And then the humming…oh, the humming…when he snuck a grab of Remus’ arse, the werewolf’s moaning turned into the humming, a pleasing, middle-range sound that’s reminiscent of libraries, well-written essays, and warnings against pranks.
And then they heard It: a giggle coming from behind Sirius. And, given its girlishness and location, it couldn’t be Remus’…but he ignored it and finished. For once, he was honestly grateful that Remus was a Prefect. If he hadn’t been, then they never would have had access to this wonderful place, and he would’ve been knocked against a wall when Remus pushed out of his position and grasped onto him, breathing heavy and face red with satisfaction.
“Sirius,” he moaned into Sirius’ ear. “Why are you so good at everything?”
“Because if I wasn’t, you’d get bored,” Sirius laughed, nuzzling Remus’ neck.
“But…that was the best one yet!”
“…Love you too, Rem-”
“…Sirius, I think this made me see things…”
“Really? Like spots or something? I’m that good?”
“No, like…oh, Merlin…”
“Remus? What is it?”
“Her.”
“Huh?”
The giggling came again, and Sirius whipped around, accidentally dropping Remus into the water. When the smaller boy resurfaced a second later, with his hair plastered to the sides of his head, they stared as one at the sight before them: a half-transparent girl - plump-ish and wearing glasses, her pseudo-black hair in two pigtails and her face bearing a grin that looked like it didn’t belong there.
“Hel-lo, BOYS!”