023. Dance
Title: 023. Dance
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: R
Type: smutlet, one-shot, 565 words
( My Prompt Table )
023. DANCE
“This isn’t that kind of club,” Remus insisted. “James and Peter are here!”
“There’s only two more nights until we have to go back to school for our last term and I want to have fun.”
Remus frowned. “But this isn’t that kind of club.”
“Fuck what kind of club it is. I want to dance . . . with you.”
Sirius stood up and fixed the collar of his black shirt. His jeans rested right on his hips and when he lifted his arms, an expanse of white skin showed. Every time Remus saw that skin he wanted to lick it, and Sirius knew this and kept raising his arms in lazy stretches
“Come on.”
“I can’t dance.”
“Me neither.”
“This is a straight club. Look - Peter’s talking to a girl over there. If we dance together . . .”
“Stop caring. It’ll be fine.”
“If we get kicked out-”
“I’ll take all the blame.” Sirius gave what he hoped was his best pleading look and pulled Remus by the hand to the dance floor. He turned his head slightly and caught James’ eye. Even from a distance, Sirius could see his best mate sigh into his beer bottle as though already expecting trouble.
“Feel the music,” Sirius said into Remus’ ear.
“What?”
“FEEL THE MUSIC!”
Remus gave Sirius a pointed look which he returned with a smile. Two girls came over to them, but Sirius shook his head and moved closer to Remus. He put his hands on Remus’ hips and moved them, trying to get Remus to catch the beat of the music.
It didn’t take long before their movements were in synch. Their hips ground together, Sirius’ fingers hooked through Remus’ belt loops, Remus’ hands around Sirius’ neck. Their dance was like sexuality - their movements long and smooth, fluid and sensuous, but still quick enough to keep up with the heavy beats of the club music.
Cold, hard stares burned Sirius’ skin. Some of the girls whistled while their partners frowned. He caught a glimpse of James at the edge of the crowd, looking ready to jump in and break up a fight if need be.
One of Sirius’ thighs was between Remus’ legs as they danced. Physically, they were rubbing and grinding and Sirius could feel every vibration in pleasurable tingles through his groin. Visually, they were exotic dancers from a land society didn’t like to mention; they exuded sex with their rotating hips and pulsing upper bodies.
Suddenly, Remus turned and they were dancing front-to-back. Sirius grinned and ran his hands up Remus’ arms as he lifted them above his head. Then, taking one of Remus’ hands, he extended their arms out so that Remus was a couple feet away before spinning him back towards him, dipping him down as though he was a girl in a Latin dance.
Remus laughed and the spell was broken. Several people clapped as Remus stood. Sirius took a bow and held on to Remus’ hand. They walked through the crowd of people towards the bar, Remus surreptitiously running his hand over Sirius’ half-hard cock. He stopped and whispered in Sirius’ ear, taking Sirius’ hand and pressing it against the front of his trousers.
“Dancing with you made me hard, too.”
“Then let’s do something about it.”
Remus nodded and they quickly bypassed the bar and ran outside, Disapparating to Sirius’ bedroom.
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Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: R
Type: smutlet, one-shot, 565 words
( My Prompt Table )
023. DANCE
“This isn’t that kind of club,” Remus insisted. “James and Peter are here!”
“There’s only two more nights until we have to go back to school for our last term and I want to have fun.”
Remus frowned. “But this isn’t that kind of club.”
“Fuck what kind of club it is. I want to dance . . . with you.”
Sirius stood up and fixed the collar of his black shirt. His jeans rested right on his hips and when he lifted his arms, an expanse of white skin showed. Every time Remus saw that skin he wanted to lick it, and Sirius knew this and kept raising his arms in lazy stretches
“Come on.”
“I can’t dance.”
“Me neither.”
“This is a straight club. Look - Peter’s talking to a girl over there. If we dance together . . .”
“Stop caring. It’ll be fine.”
“If we get kicked out-”
“I’ll take all the blame.” Sirius gave what he hoped was his best pleading look and pulled Remus by the hand to the dance floor. He turned his head slightly and caught James’ eye. Even from a distance, Sirius could see his best mate sigh into his beer bottle as though already expecting trouble.
“Feel the music,” Sirius said into Remus’ ear.
“What?”
“FEEL THE MUSIC!”
Remus gave Sirius a pointed look which he returned with a smile. Two girls came over to them, but Sirius shook his head and moved closer to Remus. He put his hands on Remus’ hips and moved them, trying to get Remus to catch the beat of the music.
It didn’t take long before their movements were in synch. Their hips ground together, Sirius’ fingers hooked through Remus’ belt loops, Remus’ hands around Sirius’ neck. Their dance was like sexuality - their movements long and smooth, fluid and sensuous, but still quick enough to keep up with the heavy beats of the club music.
Cold, hard stares burned Sirius’ skin. Some of the girls whistled while their partners frowned. He caught a glimpse of James at the edge of the crowd, looking ready to jump in and break up a fight if need be.
One of Sirius’ thighs was between Remus’ legs as they danced. Physically, they were rubbing and grinding and Sirius could feel every vibration in pleasurable tingles through his groin. Visually, they were exotic dancers from a land society didn’t like to mention; they exuded sex with their rotating hips and pulsing upper bodies.
Suddenly, Remus turned and they were dancing front-to-back. Sirius grinned and ran his hands up Remus’ arms as he lifted them above his head. Then, taking one of Remus’ hands, he extended their arms out so that Remus was a couple feet away before spinning him back towards him, dipping him down as though he was a girl in a Latin dance.
Remus laughed and the spell was broken. Several people clapped as Remus stood. Sirius took a bow and held on to Remus’ hand. They walked through the crowd of people towards the bar, Remus surreptitiously running his hand over Sirius’ half-hard cock. He stopped and whispered in Sirius’ ear, taking Sirius’ hand and pressing it against the front of his trousers.
“Dancing with you made me hard, too.”
“Then let’s do something about it.”
Remus nodded and they quickly bypassed the bar and ran outside, Disapparating to Sirius’ bedroom.
As always, links to all my fics (divided up by pairings) can be found here: Click Me