Whinge and a drabble
Actually, I'm not really going to whinge, because it's still sunny, but now there is a breeze too.
minnow_53's latest just rocks, Ch9 of Accidentally In Love by lupinslittlesis is so painful and clever and perfectly crafted, and spessartine is being wonderful again. And in a change from the usual, a rec from outside the f-list this by librae is just beautiful.
By request of wildestranger (and also because I haven't posted fic for ages), here's the comment porn I wrote to cheer her up yesterday:
'Moony,' Sirius whispered, leaning down over the bed, 'it's just a daft little essay, silly, nothing to get upset about.'
'Maawmm,' Remus mumbled into the pillow, fingers twisting tightly into the sheets.
'Can't I make it all better,' Sirius continued, 'please, Moony,' he added, a little gruffly, beginning to stroke the back of his boyfriend's neck.
It was totally wrong, he knew, to be aroused right now, but he was seventeen and he was always aroused, and he had Remus laid out in front of him on the bed, all curled up and beautiful. And Remus' shirt was ridden up, showing a gorgeous portion of smooth, white back.
He let his fingers find their way to that skin, rubbing comforting circles with his palm, and meanwhile starting to rock himself ever-so-gently against the curve of Remus' arse.
'C'mon, Moony, I'll make it better, turn yourself over, come on...' Remus let himself be rolled, though reluctantly, and he kept his head arched back and turned away. 'Shh,' Sirius whispered, fingers now exploring their way over Remus' warm, freckled belly.
Remus made another little whimper, but Sirius' expansive knowledge of Remus' pretty little noises meant he could tell that this one was happier, and he took the opportunity to pull himself up and on top of his boyfriend. 'Shh,' he repeated, against Remus' soft neck, 'shh.' He carefully slid his thigh between Remus', and then moaned, teeth grazing Remus' jaw, as he discovered that Remus was somehow hard, despite his misery and embarrassment.
Remus' next whimper was pain-free, utterly delightful as Sirius shifted his thigh and pushed their hips even closer. 'Sirius,' Remus moaned, a slight hiss in his voice already, hands finally untangling from the sheets and clasping instead at Sirius' arse. Sirius leaned down, relieved that he'd found a way to help Remus, something that he was actually good at, and kissed Remus gratefully on the lips, tongue sliding.
Remus moaned and jerked as Sirius began to thrust, tightening his fingers and pulling Sirius down harder with each grind of their bodies.
Kissing rather desperately, Sirius very quickly became breathless; the familiar, solid feeling of Remus' body; the smooth, gloriously hard way he felt, even through their thick robes. Before he could even attempt to control himself he was already carried away with it, the tight, needy little gasps of effort that Remus always made when he got close carried Sirius over the edge, sobbing quietly into his boyfriend's neck.
He slowed his movements as Remus got louder, wanting it to last longer because he loved to listen to Remus, little cries and sighs, and to watch his face tighten and then finally relax with his pleasure.
'Better?' he asked, afterwards, loving the sticky feeling between them, and the warmth of Remus' hug as they snuggled together.
'Better,' Remus mumbled, and Sirius lifted his head to watch him; temporarily worry-free and already drifting off to sleep.
minnow_53's latest just rocks, Ch9 of Accidentally In Love by lupinslittlesis is so painful and clever and perfectly crafted, and spessartine is being wonderful again. And in a change from the usual, a rec from outside the f-list this by librae is just beautiful.
By request of wildestranger (and also because I haven't posted fic for ages), here's the comment porn I wrote to cheer her up yesterday:
'Moony,' Sirius whispered, leaning down over the bed, 'it's just a daft little essay, silly, nothing to get upset about.'
'Maawmm,' Remus mumbled into the pillow, fingers twisting tightly into the sheets.
'Can't I make it all better,' Sirius continued, 'please, Moony,' he added, a little gruffly, beginning to stroke the back of his boyfriend's neck.
It was totally wrong, he knew, to be aroused right now, but he was seventeen and he was always aroused, and he had Remus laid out in front of him on the bed, all curled up and beautiful. And Remus' shirt was ridden up, showing a gorgeous portion of smooth, white back.
He let his fingers find their way to that skin, rubbing comforting circles with his palm, and meanwhile starting to rock himself ever-so-gently against the curve of Remus' arse.
'C'mon, Moony, I'll make it better, turn yourself over, come on...' Remus let himself be rolled, though reluctantly, and he kept his head arched back and turned away. 'Shh,' Sirius whispered, fingers now exploring their way over Remus' warm, freckled belly.
Remus made another little whimper, but Sirius' expansive knowledge of Remus' pretty little noises meant he could tell that this one was happier, and he took the opportunity to pull himself up and on top of his boyfriend. 'Shh,' he repeated, against Remus' soft neck, 'shh.' He carefully slid his thigh between Remus', and then moaned, teeth grazing Remus' jaw, as he discovered that Remus was somehow hard, despite his misery and embarrassment.
Remus' next whimper was pain-free, utterly delightful as Sirius shifted his thigh and pushed their hips even closer. 'Sirius,' Remus moaned, a slight hiss in his voice already, hands finally untangling from the sheets and clasping instead at Sirius' arse. Sirius leaned down, relieved that he'd found a way to help Remus, something that he was actually good at, and kissed Remus gratefully on the lips, tongue sliding.
Remus moaned and jerked as Sirius began to thrust, tightening his fingers and pulling Sirius down harder with each grind of their bodies.
Kissing rather desperately, Sirius very quickly became breathless; the familiar, solid feeling of Remus' body; the smooth, gloriously hard way he felt, even through their thick robes. Before he could even attempt to control himself he was already carried away with it, the tight, needy little gasps of effort that Remus always made when he got close carried Sirius over the edge, sobbing quietly into his boyfriend's neck.
He slowed his movements as Remus got louder, wanting it to last longer because he loved to listen to Remus, little cries and sighs, and to watch his face tighten and then finally relax with his pleasure.
'Better?' he asked, afterwards, loving the sticky feeling between them, and the warmth of Remus' hug as they snuggled together.
'Better,' Remus mumbled, and Sirius lifted his head to watch him; temporarily worry-free and already drifting off to sleep.