Gift-wrapped in Leather [oneshot]
Title: Gift-wrapped in Leather
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: remus x sirius
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,207
Summary: Remus finds the perfect Christmas gift for Sirius, but he can't afford it on his own.
A/N: Soooo...I'm not entirely sure about this, but I think maybe when referring to the leather 'jacket', I should've called it a leather 'jumper', since this is set in England and all, buuuuuut this didn't occur to me until after I'd finished writing/editing it, and there was no way in hell I was going to go back and change every single 'jacket' to 'jumper'. Also, I'm sure there's a thousand other obvious signs in there that I'm American and not well-versed in britspeak, so...OH WELL!8D I'll try harder next time:P
p.s. Written for the prompt: 'Expensive' over @ adventchallenge for Day 1/25.
"Can I help you, sir?"
Remus looked up at the woman that had finally been sent to get rid of him. She was just a simple sales assistant in a little shop in muggle London, but she was dressed to the nines as if she was going to be walking down a runway any second now. A black trench coat sort of dress, knee high leather boots with heels that looked taller than the woman's feet were long, perfect make-up, tasteful accessories, stylish hair...she looked brilliant, if a little overdone. Standing next to her in his well-worn brown tweed muggle suit that was missing a couple belt loops and had a frayed jacket lining, Remus felt like a bum off the street.
Probably what the woman figured he was. He'd noticed the staff watching him like hawks since he walked in, and he knew it wasn't just because he stuck out amid all the racks of the posh new fashion wares on display. He didn't look like he had a pound to his name and had no business wandering around a shop that probably didn't sell a single earring for less than sixty-five quid.
He'd been fondling a leather jacket that would make Sirius cream his pants just to behold. It was covered in pointless buckles and buttons, zippers and tears that Remus supposed were meant to be artful? It was ridiculous, but it screamed Sirius.
"Er...how much is this?" Remus asked hesitantly, not really wanting to know. Even on clearance, he'd never be able to afford it.
Visibly trying not to sneer at Remus, the woman fished the tag out of the sleeve of the jacket and showed it to him. Remus sucked in a breath. Six hundred pounds.
"Merlin," Remus muttered, "Is the metal platinum?" he asked, incredulous. Who would pay that much for a pre-torn article of clothing?
Sirius would. Without a thought.
He hadn't asked the question seriously, but she answered him anyway. "No, sir," she said, forcing a thin smile.
Studiously ignoring the woman's manner, or lack thereof, Remus sighed. "My friend would adore it, but it's a bit out of my price range." He smiled in the face of the woman's unhelpful silence and took his leave. No use hanging about.
It had begun to snow outside, so Remus pulled his suit jacket tighter around himself, touching the wand hidden in his inside pocket, and mumbling a warming charm.
He tried not to get himself down about his inability to buy the jacket. It was an insane price; most people wouldn't be able to afford it. But as he made his way past the shop's window, he couldn't help but glance inside. He caught a glimpse of the woman and her coworkers sneering and laughing around the rack Remus had been examining. There was a possibility they were laughing about something completely unrelated, but Remus seriously doubted it.
He wanted to be offended. He wanted to be righteously indignant, but if he was honest with himself, he couldn't really blame them. He'd been barmy to even consider checking out the shop, let alone actually going in. He'd been made a fool, and he had no one to blame but himself.
--
Over the next few weeks, Remus searched high and low for something more affordable to get his lover for Christmas. An illegal book on charming muggle items to do brilliant things-he'd never read it; figuring it out himself was half the fun. A muggle television-the bastard went and bought one before Remus could find a nice one.
Despite how well he knew him, Sirius was surprisingly difficult to shop for. Well, maybe not so surprisingly. Sirius had the means to get anything and everything he ever wanted. That left Remus desperately trying to answer the age-old question: what do you get someone who has everything?
He finally settled on a gag gift-a studded dog collar. Though knowing Sirius, he'd be more prone to wear it as a human than as Padfoot, which was fine by Remus. Regardless of the outlet, Sirius wore leather like a champion.
Only problem was, every time Remus imagined him in the collar, it was always when he was wearing that overpriced jacket as well. The collar all by itself seemed superfluous without the jacket.
And a belt to match the collar.
And maybe a leash, too.
Shite, Remus thought, looking down at his tented pants. I’m a ruddy pervert.
--
"What do you think, Moony? The red or the green?"
Remus rolled his eyes at James back as the man surveyed the two suit vests in a mirror. "The green. Lily's wearing green."
"Exactly! It's Christmas; shouldn't we wear green and red?"
"No, James. No, you shouldn't," Remus deadpanned.
"But, Moony-"
"The green, James. For the love of Merlin, get the green." Remus didn't mean to snap at him, but they'd been in the clothes shop for over an hour, and he was certain James had tried on every article of clothing they had available in his size and then some.
"Alright, alright!" James said, turning to the sales girl and handing her the green vest-as well as new black dress robes, four pairs of shoes, six ties, a hat, and a cane. "What's gotten into you, Moons?"
James looked genuinely concerned and Remus immediately felt guilty. "I'm sorry, I just..." he trailed off, unsure what to say. He'd actually asked to spend the day with James-knowing how he got when shopping-because his pride had buckled under the pressure of his libido's imagination and he'd resolved to borrow the money to buy the bloody jacket from James.
Thing was though, he wasn't really sure how to bring it up. And watching James spend frivolously all day, chatting away with all the decidedly polite sales assistants, had steadily delved his mood into a bottomless pit of resentment.
"Hey, is everything alright?" James asked, leaning into his side and squeezing his shoulder in full brotherly concern mode.
"Yeah, no, it's nothing, I just," he took a deep breath, resolutely not looking at James. "I was wondering if maybe, if it's alright, I mean, if I could, possibly, you know-"
"Spit it out, mate," James interrupted.
Now or never. He shut his eyes and quickly breathed out, "Could I borrow some money?" Wasn’t so bad. Liking ripping off a bandage. When he finally worked up the courage to open his eyes and glance at James, the man's eyebrows were in his hairline.
Remus licked his lips and spoke again before James could. "It's not a big deal if you say no. It's not for anything important. And I won't be offended or anything. It's just that there's this thing I wanted to get Sirius for Christmas, and, well...it's a bit expensive. Six hundred pounds, which is like two-hundred and fifty galleons or so," James's eyebrows rose higher, "But it's perfect, and he'll love it, and I'd pay you back-obviously, and, and..." Remus faltered, feeling like a berk. He stood and turned away from James. "You know what, just forget it. It's stupid, and I already got him something else anyway. It's fine. Just forget I ever said anything."
Drowning in shame, he started to walk away, but James stopped him was a hand on his arm.
"Don't be stupid, Moons. Of course you can borrow some money. For anything, anytime."
Remus sneaked a peek over his shoulder at his friend's face. He was smiling gently and Remus suddenly felt like crying. Instead, he whirled around to encase the taller man in a crushing hug.
"Thanks, Prongs," he said quietly, pulling away from the slightly startled man.
James grinned. "So what is it you're getting him?"
--
Back in muggle London, Remus re-entered the shop after purposefully putting on his rattiest clothes and not shaving for a few days. He plastered a smile on his fuzzy face and patted his pocket stuffed full of muggle money to reassure himself. When he saw the rude saleswoman from before, he beamed at her. She swallowed.
"Hullo," he said, "Lovely day, isn't it?" It was miserable, actually. It had rained overnight and half-melted all the snow from the last few weeks, so there was a fantastic layer of slush covering everything. Absolutely wonderful day.
"Er...indeed. Can I help you?"
"I dunno, can you? Do you still have that leather jacket?"
She looked over at the jacket in question and smiled painfully at him. "Of course, sir. Right where you left it." So she remembered him. Brilliant.
Remus laughed. "I suspect so. Who would be mental enough to pay that much for a jacket covered in holes and dripping with useless, cheap metal?" He grinned at the woman's unease and picked up the jacket, slipping into it. If it fit him it would fit Sirius.
Satisfied, Remus began walking up to the till without removing the jacket.
"Yes, well, unfortunately, the price hasn't changed..." the woman said, following him anxiously.
"Not a problem," he assured her, pulling out his wad of money.
She stared wide-eyed at the money, at a loss for words. Remus suspected muggles didn't usually carry this amount of cash on their person. He shrugged to himself and began to count out the required payment, peeling off bills one at a time to draw it out. It was nice having money. He now understood James and Sirius's fondness for shopping.
Baffled, the woman rung up his purchase, probably thinking Remus had robbed a bank or something, and he left with a bounce in his step.
--
"Merlin's cock, Moony," James said, grinning, when he saw the jacket.
"James," Lily scolded from the other room. She didn’t want him teaching Harry such foul language.
"Sorry, Lils!" James called back, not sorry at all. He pulled the jacket out of the box Remus had bought to go with it and held it out in front of him to survey.
"Moony, his mind will be blown."
Remus smirked. His mind won’t be the only thing.
--
Christmas morning found Remus seated comfortably in the Potters' sitting room with a steaming cup of cocoa warming his hands. Lily sat beside him with a wriggling Harry bouncing on her knee. James and Sirius were attacking the presents beneath the tree, and Lily had already broken up three fights between the two over whose gifts were whose.
"Honestly, you'd think they were five," she muttered to Remus who just smiled amiably.
When James pulled the box containing the jacket out from the mountain, he grinned at it and shoved it at Sirius. "Best save this one for last."
"What for?" he asked, intrigued.
"If you open it first, all the others will just be disappointing."
"Bit sure of yourself, aren't you? Last I checked, you're a terrible gift-giver," Sirius quipped.
"Bollocks!"
"James!" Lily snapped, covering Harry's virgin ears.
Properly chagrined, James simply glared at Sirius's smirk. "First off, I'm an excellent gift-giver, you prat," he ignored Lily's growl and continued, "And second, that is from Moony."
Sirius raised an interested eyebrow and surveyed the box in his hands, clearly wanting to open it immediately.
Remus was pleased with James assurances, but didn't say anything. Sirius glanced up at him questioningly. Should he open it now or wait?
Remus shrugged at him. "Don't look at me. You're gonna do what you want, no matter what I say, so make up your mind yourself."
Sirius pouted, but put the box aside for later.
Presents were ripped through furiously, thanks given often and-mostly-sincerely. As he'd suspected, Sirius laughed and put the studded collar on directly after opening it. He transformed into Padfoot and Harry had a good time chasing him in circles around the sofa.
Lily gave him several books, many of which he'd wanted to crack open as soon as he read the titles. James: stylish new robes.
“With shoes that actually match, Moony.” As if he cared.
Sirius: a plethora of chocolate formed into various, inappropriate sexual shapes. He tried not to laugh when Lily began to scold Sirius, but failed miserably.
Finally, it came time for Sirius to open Remus's gift, which he did with relish.
Remus smiled broadly as Sirius's face lit up, splitting into a grin. "Merlin's cock, Moony!"
"Sirius!" Lily warned.
"That's what I said!" James added.
He ignored them both and lifted it out of the box, standing, and pulled it on. "How does it look?"
Remus swallowed at the sight of his lover in both the jacket and the collar. His denims were skintight, as was the t-shirt he was wearing, and he had on a pair of Remus's socks-his big toe sticking out of one. Blood was rushing rapidly to Remus's crotch and he was suddenly glad he had a cushion in his lap to rest his cocoa on.
Sirius spun in a circle to the compliments of Lily and James-who were both beaming at Remus-and the applause of Harry.
Sirius faced him. "Whaddya think, Moons?"
Remus licked his lips to reply, but then Sirius turned his back to him and arched to look over his shoulder at himself. His arse poked out a bit as he did it, and his shirt rode up, revealing a glimpse of pale skin. Remus's mouth went dry.
He must've had an odd look on his face, because Lily reached out to rub his back and asked, "Are you alright, Remus?"
He blinked at her.
"Remus?" She was really concerned now. James was chuckling to himself in his spot by the tree.
Slowly, Remus handed his half-empty mug of cocoa to Lily, who took it with a worried frown on her face. He stood, unconcerned that everyone in the room could see the prominent tent in his trousers, and stepped closer to Sirius to run his hands up the smooth leather covering his arms.
"Good, yeah?" Sirius murmured.
"You're wrong," he said, looking up at the taller man.
Sirius frowned in confusion.
Remus smiled predatorily. "James is a spectacular gift-giver." The man in question snickered.
Before Sirius could answer, Remus turned to face their hosts. "Lils, it's been charming. James, I'll never be able to repay you properly. Happy Christmas; we'll be back for supper." And with that, he dragged a sputtering Sirius to the fireplace and flooed them both back their flat.
--
Remus didn't even try to right them when the Floo spit them out. They both ended up on the floor.
"Bit eager, are we, Moony?" Sirius taunted, laughing.
Remus growled and roughly shoved Sirius onto his stomach, pushing his knees apart. He leaned down over Sirius's body, molding them together and breathed in the scent of his lover-shampoo, new leather, and Sirius. His cock, nestled firmly against the man's arse, twitched in his pants and Remus moaned.
"Moony," Sirius breathed, pushing back against him, prodding him on.
Remus leaned back to view his present. Sirius on his knees, cheek pressed against the beige carpet, arse held aloft, rubbing back on Remus's groin. The werewolf bit his lip, grinding forward, and ran his hands up under the man's clothes. Sirius's back was smooth and warm from the fire. His muscles jumped under Remus's hands, goose pimples spreading as his shirt rode up under the leather. He scrapped his nails back across Sirius's back and the man moaned, arching, and unconsciously spread his knees further apart.
"Remus, please..."
The werewolf cocked his head to the side. He reached forward and jerked Sirius's head back by his hair, exposing his collared neck. "Please what?" he growled in his ear.
Sirius whimpered. He loved it when Sirius whimpered.
He traced a finger gingerly along the edge of the collar hugging the man's throat. "Please what, Pads?" he asked again.
"Fuck me," he whined, desperate.
Remus smiled and nuzzled his lover’s neck languidly, enjoying his singular scent. "In time, love."
Sirius whined again, not liking the sound of that one bit. He was ignored.
"Do you like your gift?" he asked conversationally as his hands wandered down the man's bared belly, tickling the thickening trail of hair.
"Y-Yeah, it's-" he faltered when Remus cupped his groin and squeezed. "It's brilliant."
"I'm glad you like it," he said, massaging his handful as he ground harder against Sirius's bum. "I knew you had to have it the moment I laid eyes on it. It just screams you. But I must say, despite that, I never expected it to look as good on you as it does."
"I bet it'll look even better with your cum dripping off it."
His words went strait to Remus's cock, and with a moan, he pulled away and set to work shoving the man's denims down. Lube was summoned without a word, and before Remus had calmed down enough to process what was happening, he had three slick fingers fucking into Sirius's hole. Remus felt dazed as he watched his fingers disappearing into his lover, the man pushing back eagerly.
"Oh, Moony, I'm not gonna last much longer...please!" he begged, and this time Remus heeded his words. He wanted to come inside Sirius, watch it drip down his thighs; mop it up with the blasted six hundred pound jacket.
Sirius grunted when he pulled his fingers out of him. As quickly as he could, Remus opened the fastenings on his trousers and pulled out his prick, hissing as he was set free. He lubed himself liberally and made to enter Sirius.
"Ready, love?" he asked, mostly to distract himself.
In response, Sirius reached behind himself and pulled his cheeks apart, his wet entrance winking at him. Groaning at the sight, Remus surged forward into his lover, burying himself in a single harsh thrust. The two of them moaned in unison and Remus didn't wait for Sirius to adjust to start thrusting-much to the man's delight.
"Harder..." Sirius demanded and Remus immediately complied. The sound of slapping flesh filled the room, permeated with the creak of leather as Sirius pushed on the floor as leverage to shove himself back onto Remus.
"Yeah...that's it, love...fuck me just like that...deeper...your cock is so good..." Remus gritted his teeth against the onslaught of his lover's words. Sirius had such a filthy mouth. "Fill me up, Moony, fill me to bursting."
He moaned Sirius's name and drove into him faster, heat coiling in his abdomen. He reached around to grip his lover's neglected cock, tossing him off furiously.
Sirius cried out when he touched him-clenching around Remus-and came hard into his hand. Remus followed, throwing his head back in wild abandon, before collapsing to the side and pulling a prone Sirius into his arms.
Neither said anything for several minutes as their breathing gradually slowed.
Remus lifted his cum-soaked hand to Sirius's jacket as they lay there boneless and wonderingly began smearing the leather with it, making sure to get it in the teeth of the zippers, under the studs and snaps, in the crevices of the buckles, inside the rips. They'd never get it all out.
Sirius chuckled. "Was this a present for me or you?"
Remus hummed noncommittally and buried his nose deeper into Sirius's hair.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: remus x sirius
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,207
Summary: Remus finds the perfect Christmas gift for Sirius, but he can't afford it on his own.
A/N: Soooo...I'm not entirely sure about this, but I think maybe when referring to the leather 'jacket', I should've called it a leather 'jumper', since this is set in England and all, buuuuuut this didn't occur to me until after I'd finished writing/editing it, and there was no way in hell I was going to go back and change every single 'jacket' to 'jumper'. Also, I'm sure there's a thousand other obvious signs in there that I'm American and not well-versed in britspeak, so...OH WELL!8D I'll try harder next time:P
p.s. Written for the prompt: 'Expensive' over @ adventchallenge for Day 1/25.
"Can I help you, sir?"
Remus looked up at the woman that had finally been sent to get rid of him. She was just a simple sales assistant in a little shop in muggle London, but she was dressed to the nines as if she was going to be walking down a runway any second now. A black trench coat sort of dress, knee high leather boots with heels that looked taller than the woman's feet were long, perfect make-up, tasteful accessories, stylish hair...she looked brilliant, if a little overdone. Standing next to her in his well-worn brown tweed muggle suit that was missing a couple belt loops and had a frayed jacket lining, Remus felt like a bum off the street.
Probably what the woman figured he was. He'd noticed the staff watching him like hawks since he walked in, and he knew it wasn't just because he stuck out amid all the racks of the posh new fashion wares on display. He didn't look like he had a pound to his name and had no business wandering around a shop that probably didn't sell a single earring for less than sixty-five quid.
He'd been fondling a leather jacket that would make Sirius cream his pants just to behold. It was covered in pointless buckles and buttons, zippers and tears that Remus supposed were meant to be artful? It was ridiculous, but it screamed Sirius.
"Er...how much is this?" Remus asked hesitantly, not really wanting to know. Even on clearance, he'd never be able to afford it.
Visibly trying not to sneer at Remus, the woman fished the tag out of the sleeve of the jacket and showed it to him. Remus sucked in a breath. Six hundred pounds.
"Merlin," Remus muttered, "Is the metal platinum?" he asked, incredulous. Who would pay that much for a pre-torn article of clothing?
Sirius would. Without a thought.
He hadn't asked the question seriously, but she answered him anyway. "No, sir," she said, forcing a thin smile.
Studiously ignoring the woman's manner, or lack thereof, Remus sighed. "My friend would adore it, but it's a bit out of my price range." He smiled in the face of the woman's unhelpful silence and took his leave. No use hanging about.
It had begun to snow outside, so Remus pulled his suit jacket tighter around himself, touching the wand hidden in his inside pocket, and mumbling a warming charm.
He tried not to get himself down about his inability to buy the jacket. It was an insane price; most people wouldn't be able to afford it. But as he made his way past the shop's window, he couldn't help but glance inside. He caught a glimpse of the woman and her coworkers sneering and laughing around the rack Remus had been examining. There was a possibility they were laughing about something completely unrelated, but Remus seriously doubted it.
He wanted to be offended. He wanted to be righteously indignant, but if he was honest with himself, he couldn't really blame them. He'd been barmy to even consider checking out the shop, let alone actually going in. He'd been made a fool, and he had no one to blame but himself.
--
Over the next few weeks, Remus searched high and low for something more affordable to get his lover for Christmas. An illegal book on charming muggle items to do brilliant things-he'd never read it; figuring it out himself was half the fun. A muggle television-the bastard went and bought one before Remus could find a nice one.
Despite how well he knew him, Sirius was surprisingly difficult to shop for. Well, maybe not so surprisingly. Sirius had the means to get anything and everything he ever wanted. That left Remus desperately trying to answer the age-old question: what do you get someone who has everything?
He finally settled on a gag gift-a studded dog collar. Though knowing Sirius, he'd be more prone to wear it as a human than as Padfoot, which was fine by Remus. Regardless of the outlet, Sirius wore leather like a champion.
Only problem was, every time Remus imagined him in the collar, it was always when he was wearing that overpriced jacket as well. The collar all by itself seemed superfluous without the jacket.
And a belt to match the collar.
And maybe a leash, too.
Shite, Remus thought, looking down at his tented pants. I’m a ruddy pervert.
--
"What do you think, Moony? The red or the green?"
Remus rolled his eyes at James back as the man surveyed the two suit vests in a mirror. "The green. Lily's wearing green."
"Exactly! It's Christmas; shouldn't we wear green and red?"
"No, James. No, you shouldn't," Remus deadpanned.
"But, Moony-"
"The green, James. For the love of Merlin, get the green." Remus didn't mean to snap at him, but they'd been in the clothes shop for over an hour, and he was certain James had tried on every article of clothing they had available in his size and then some.
"Alright, alright!" James said, turning to the sales girl and handing her the green vest-as well as new black dress robes, four pairs of shoes, six ties, a hat, and a cane. "What's gotten into you, Moons?"
James looked genuinely concerned and Remus immediately felt guilty. "I'm sorry, I just..." he trailed off, unsure what to say. He'd actually asked to spend the day with James-knowing how he got when shopping-because his pride had buckled under the pressure of his libido's imagination and he'd resolved to borrow the money to buy the bloody jacket from James.
Thing was though, he wasn't really sure how to bring it up. And watching James spend frivolously all day, chatting away with all the decidedly polite sales assistants, had steadily delved his mood into a bottomless pit of resentment.
"Hey, is everything alright?" James asked, leaning into his side and squeezing his shoulder in full brotherly concern mode.
"Yeah, no, it's nothing, I just," he took a deep breath, resolutely not looking at James. "I was wondering if maybe, if it's alright, I mean, if I could, possibly, you know-"
"Spit it out, mate," James interrupted.
Now or never. He shut his eyes and quickly breathed out, "Could I borrow some money?" Wasn’t so bad. Liking ripping off a bandage. When he finally worked up the courage to open his eyes and glance at James, the man's eyebrows were in his hairline.
Remus licked his lips and spoke again before James could. "It's not a big deal if you say no. It's not for anything important. And I won't be offended or anything. It's just that there's this thing I wanted to get Sirius for Christmas, and, well...it's a bit expensive. Six hundred pounds, which is like two-hundred and fifty galleons or so," James's eyebrows rose higher, "But it's perfect, and he'll love it, and I'd pay you back-obviously, and, and..." Remus faltered, feeling like a berk. He stood and turned away from James. "You know what, just forget it. It's stupid, and I already got him something else anyway. It's fine. Just forget I ever said anything."
Drowning in shame, he started to walk away, but James stopped him was a hand on his arm.
"Don't be stupid, Moons. Of course you can borrow some money. For anything, anytime."
Remus sneaked a peek over his shoulder at his friend's face. He was smiling gently and Remus suddenly felt like crying. Instead, he whirled around to encase the taller man in a crushing hug.
"Thanks, Prongs," he said quietly, pulling away from the slightly startled man.
James grinned. "So what is it you're getting him?"
--
Back in muggle London, Remus re-entered the shop after purposefully putting on his rattiest clothes and not shaving for a few days. He plastered a smile on his fuzzy face and patted his pocket stuffed full of muggle money to reassure himself. When he saw the rude saleswoman from before, he beamed at her. She swallowed.
"Hullo," he said, "Lovely day, isn't it?" It was miserable, actually. It had rained overnight and half-melted all the snow from the last few weeks, so there was a fantastic layer of slush covering everything. Absolutely wonderful day.
"Er...indeed. Can I help you?"
"I dunno, can you? Do you still have that leather jacket?"
She looked over at the jacket in question and smiled painfully at him. "Of course, sir. Right where you left it." So she remembered him. Brilliant.
Remus laughed. "I suspect so. Who would be mental enough to pay that much for a jacket covered in holes and dripping with useless, cheap metal?" He grinned at the woman's unease and picked up the jacket, slipping into it. If it fit him it would fit Sirius.
Satisfied, Remus began walking up to the till without removing the jacket.
"Yes, well, unfortunately, the price hasn't changed..." the woman said, following him anxiously.
"Not a problem," he assured her, pulling out his wad of money.
She stared wide-eyed at the money, at a loss for words. Remus suspected muggles didn't usually carry this amount of cash on their person. He shrugged to himself and began to count out the required payment, peeling off bills one at a time to draw it out. It was nice having money. He now understood James and Sirius's fondness for shopping.
Baffled, the woman rung up his purchase, probably thinking Remus had robbed a bank or something, and he left with a bounce in his step.
--
"Merlin's cock, Moony," James said, grinning, when he saw the jacket.
"James," Lily scolded from the other room. She didn’t want him teaching Harry such foul language.
"Sorry, Lils!" James called back, not sorry at all. He pulled the jacket out of the box Remus had bought to go with it and held it out in front of him to survey.
"Moony, his mind will be blown."
Remus smirked. His mind won’t be the only thing.
--
Christmas morning found Remus seated comfortably in the Potters' sitting room with a steaming cup of cocoa warming his hands. Lily sat beside him with a wriggling Harry bouncing on her knee. James and Sirius were attacking the presents beneath the tree, and Lily had already broken up three fights between the two over whose gifts were whose.
"Honestly, you'd think they were five," she muttered to Remus who just smiled amiably.
When James pulled the box containing the jacket out from the mountain, he grinned at it and shoved it at Sirius. "Best save this one for last."
"What for?" he asked, intrigued.
"If you open it first, all the others will just be disappointing."
"Bit sure of yourself, aren't you? Last I checked, you're a terrible gift-giver," Sirius quipped.
"Bollocks!"
"James!" Lily snapped, covering Harry's virgin ears.
Properly chagrined, James simply glared at Sirius's smirk. "First off, I'm an excellent gift-giver, you prat," he ignored Lily's growl and continued, "And second, that is from Moony."
Sirius raised an interested eyebrow and surveyed the box in his hands, clearly wanting to open it immediately.
Remus was pleased with James assurances, but didn't say anything. Sirius glanced up at him questioningly. Should he open it now or wait?
Remus shrugged at him. "Don't look at me. You're gonna do what you want, no matter what I say, so make up your mind yourself."
Sirius pouted, but put the box aside for later.
Presents were ripped through furiously, thanks given often and-mostly-sincerely. As he'd suspected, Sirius laughed and put the studded collar on directly after opening it. He transformed into Padfoot and Harry had a good time chasing him in circles around the sofa.
Lily gave him several books, many of which he'd wanted to crack open as soon as he read the titles. James: stylish new robes.
“With shoes that actually match, Moony.” As if he cared.
Sirius: a plethora of chocolate formed into various, inappropriate sexual shapes. He tried not to laugh when Lily began to scold Sirius, but failed miserably.
Finally, it came time for Sirius to open Remus's gift, which he did with relish.
Remus smiled broadly as Sirius's face lit up, splitting into a grin. "Merlin's cock, Moony!"
"Sirius!" Lily warned.
"That's what I said!" James added.
He ignored them both and lifted it out of the box, standing, and pulled it on. "How does it look?"
Remus swallowed at the sight of his lover in both the jacket and the collar. His denims were skintight, as was the t-shirt he was wearing, and he had on a pair of Remus's socks-his big toe sticking out of one. Blood was rushing rapidly to Remus's crotch and he was suddenly glad he had a cushion in his lap to rest his cocoa on.
Sirius spun in a circle to the compliments of Lily and James-who were both beaming at Remus-and the applause of Harry.
Sirius faced him. "Whaddya think, Moons?"
Remus licked his lips to reply, but then Sirius turned his back to him and arched to look over his shoulder at himself. His arse poked out a bit as he did it, and his shirt rode up, revealing a glimpse of pale skin. Remus's mouth went dry.
He must've had an odd look on his face, because Lily reached out to rub his back and asked, "Are you alright, Remus?"
He blinked at her.
"Remus?" She was really concerned now. James was chuckling to himself in his spot by the tree.
Slowly, Remus handed his half-empty mug of cocoa to Lily, who took it with a worried frown on her face. He stood, unconcerned that everyone in the room could see the prominent tent in his trousers, and stepped closer to Sirius to run his hands up the smooth leather covering his arms.
"Good, yeah?" Sirius murmured.
"You're wrong," he said, looking up at the taller man.
Sirius frowned in confusion.
Remus smiled predatorily. "James is a spectacular gift-giver." The man in question snickered.
Before Sirius could answer, Remus turned to face their hosts. "Lils, it's been charming. James, I'll never be able to repay you properly. Happy Christmas; we'll be back for supper." And with that, he dragged a sputtering Sirius to the fireplace and flooed them both back their flat.
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Remus didn't even try to right them when the Floo spit them out. They both ended up on the floor.
"Bit eager, are we, Moony?" Sirius taunted, laughing.
Remus growled and roughly shoved Sirius onto his stomach, pushing his knees apart. He leaned down over Sirius's body, molding them together and breathed in the scent of his lover-shampoo, new leather, and Sirius. His cock, nestled firmly against the man's arse, twitched in his pants and Remus moaned.
"Moony," Sirius breathed, pushing back against him, prodding him on.
Remus leaned back to view his present. Sirius on his knees, cheek pressed against the beige carpet, arse held aloft, rubbing back on Remus's groin. The werewolf bit his lip, grinding forward, and ran his hands up under the man's clothes. Sirius's back was smooth and warm from the fire. His muscles jumped under Remus's hands, goose pimples spreading as his shirt rode up under the leather. He scrapped his nails back across Sirius's back and the man moaned, arching, and unconsciously spread his knees further apart.
"Remus, please..."
The werewolf cocked his head to the side. He reached forward and jerked Sirius's head back by his hair, exposing his collared neck. "Please what?" he growled in his ear.
Sirius whimpered. He loved it when Sirius whimpered.
He traced a finger gingerly along the edge of the collar hugging the man's throat. "Please what, Pads?" he asked again.
"Fuck me," he whined, desperate.
Remus smiled and nuzzled his lover’s neck languidly, enjoying his singular scent. "In time, love."
Sirius whined again, not liking the sound of that one bit. He was ignored.
"Do you like your gift?" he asked conversationally as his hands wandered down the man's bared belly, tickling the thickening trail of hair.
"Y-Yeah, it's-" he faltered when Remus cupped his groin and squeezed. "It's brilliant."
"I'm glad you like it," he said, massaging his handful as he ground harder against Sirius's bum. "I knew you had to have it the moment I laid eyes on it. It just screams you. But I must say, despite that, I never expected it to look as good on you as it does."
"I bet it'll look even better with your cum dripping off it."
His words went strait to Remus's cock, and with a moan, he pulled away and set to work shoving the man's denims down. Lube was summoned without a word, and before Remus had calmed down enough to process what was happening, he had three slick fingers fucking into Sirius's hole. Remus felt dazed as he watched his fingers disappearing into his lover, the man pushing back eagerly.
"Oh, Moony, I'm not gonna last much longer...please!" he begged, and this time Remus heeded his words. He wanted to come inside Sirius, watch it drip down his thighs; mop it up with the blasted six hundred pound jacket.
Sirius grunted when he pulled his fingers out of him. As quickly as he could, Remus opened the fastenings on his trousers and pulled out his prick, hissing as he was set free. He lubed himself liberally and made to enter Sirius.
"Ready, love?" he asked, mostly to distract himself.
In response, Sirius reached behind himself and pulled his cheeks apart, his wet entrance winking at him. Groaning at the sight, Remus surged forward into his lover, burying himself in a single harsh thrust. The two of them moaned in unison and Remus didn't wait for Sirius to adjust to start thrusting-much to the man's delight.
"Harder..." Sirius demanded and Remus immediately complied. The sound of slapping flesh filled the room, permeated with the creak of leather as Sirius pushed on the floor as leverage to shove himself back onto Remus.
"Yeah...that's it, love...fuck me just like that...deeper...your cock is so good..." Remus gritted his teeth against the onslaught of his lover's words. Sirius had such a filthy mouth. "Fill me up, Moony, fill me to bursting."
He moaned Sirius's name and drove into him faster, heat coiling in his abdomen. He reached around to grip his lover's neglected cock, tossing him off furiously.
Sirius cried out when he touched him-clenching around Remus-and came hard into his hand. Remus followed, throwing his head back in wild abandon, before collapsing to the side and pulling a prone Sirius into his arms.
Neither said anything for several minutes as their breathing gradually slowed.
Remus lifted his cum-soaked hand to Sirius's jacket as they lay there boneless and wonderingly began smearing the leather with it, making sure to get it in the teeth of the zippers, under the studs and snaps, in the crevices of the buckles, inside the rips. They'd never get it all out.
Sirius chuckled. "Was this a present for me or you?"
Remus hummed noncommittally and buried his nose deeper into Sirius's hair.