030. Restraint
Title: 030. Restraints
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: NC17
Type: smutlet, one-shot, 820 words
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030. RESTRAINTS
Sirius had trouble sleeping. They were back at James’ house, having missed a couple days’ worth of classes. James’ father was old, in his seventies, having been nearly sixty when James was born. James’ mother was younger, but even she was older than most parents. It was natural, human causes that brought about Mr. Potter’s death.
Lily came, too, and Sirius suspected she was sleeping in James’ room. Peter was down the hall, sharing a room with a couple of James’ cousins. Remus was in Sirius’ bed, on his stomach, breathing quietly, but steadily.
Sirius clenched his fists and turned over on his side, his back towards Remus. He rubbed his eyes and tried to fall asleep. He counted hippogriffs and tried to free his mind of all thought. Nothing worked.
He felt a warm hand grip his hip and he held his breath.
“What’s wrong?” came Remus’ voice through the dark of the room.
“Can’t sleep.”
“Turn over.”
Sirius turned over to his other side, facing Remus. The moonlight shone through the window, illuminating them both in its soft glow. Remus opened his eyes and brushed the hair away from Sirius’ face.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Selfish things.”
“Like what?”
“Like how it’s not fair that everyone asks James how he’s doing. I’m upset, too.”
“Oh.”
“I’m a terrible person.” He tried to turn over, but Remus held on to him.
“Don’t turn away from me. You’re not a terrible person. I know you’re upset, but it’s all right.”
“No, it’s not,” whispered Sirius. “James’ dad was my dad. I mean - y’know, not in blood, obviously. But he let me live here. He gave me a room and advice on girls and dating - which I’ve obviously put to good use, but-”
“He was your father,” said Remus.
“He wasn’t.”
“He was. Your real father’s a complete bastard. James is your brother and his parents are your parents. I understand that. It doesn’t matter that you weren’t born into the family.”
Sirius shut his eyes tightly against the truth.
“No one can tell you that they’re not your parents, even if they don’t understand. They were your family just like I’m yours. No one can tell you that we don’t love each other just because we’re both boys. Right?”
Sirius nodded.
“You can cry and I won’t tell anyone.”
“What?”
“Isn’t it appropriate to cry when you’re sad?”
“I don’t want to cry. I want . . . I want you. Come here.” Sirius snaked his hand into Remus’ pajama bottoms.
“No.”
“Please. I need to be close to you.”
Remus shook his head. “Then let me love you. I didn’t lose anyone, you did.”
Sirius nodded. He opened his eyes and watched Remus move over him, pulling his pajamas down. Sirius lift his hips and the pajamas were dropped onto the floor. Remus pressed kisses all over his stomach and his hips. His lips pressed into Sirius’ thighs before opening up and covering the erection that was quickly hardening.
Remus’ mouth felt warm and safe. It felt like love and protection and comfort. It felt like everything Sirius needed.
“Remus, Remus,” said Sirius. Then, “Remus.”
The other boy released Sirius’ cock from his mouth and sat up, looking breathless, his eyelids heavy. “What?”
“I need you inside me.”
“What?”
“Please.”
His eyes searched Sirius’, as though he was looking for answers, but Remus didn’t ask any questions so he nodded. Sirius lifted his hips and opened up his legs, shifting himself to ready himself.
When Remus was inside, Sirius gasped. There was the physical sensation, the feeling of being stretched and filled, but there was also the connection. As though there was a cord tied around both of their hearts, pulling them together. Every molecule was full of Remus. They were linked; they were one.
Remus’ lips were on Sirius’ face, and there was wetness there that couldn’t have been from anything other than tears. He lost all restraint and allowed a few more tears as he came all over his stomach. With a groan, Remus let himself go, too. There was silence as they caught their breath.
“Oh, Sirius,” breathed Remus. “Don’t cry.”
“I can’t help it. I feel so . . .”
Remus pulled out of him and turned on his side, hugging Sirius fiercely against his chest.
“What do you feel?” asked Remus.
“Useless. Alone. I don’t have a real family.”
“No,” said Remus, kissing Sirius’ forehead. His eyelids. His cheeks. “No. I’m your family. I’m yours. Just because our names aren’t written on the same family tree doesn’t mean anything. Sometimes family are those you choose. I choose you.”
Sirius nodded and swallowed back the rest of his tears. He let himself curl into Remus, resting his head on Remus’ chest. The position was childlike, but that’s how Sirius felt, small and sad, and being held was the most protected he’d ever felt.
As always, links to all my fics (divided up by pairings) can be found here: Click Me
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: NC17
Type: smutlet, one-shot, 820 words
( My Prompt Table )
030. RESTRAINTS
Sirius had trouble sleeping. They were back at James’ house, having missed a couple days’ worth of classes. James’ father was old, in his seventies, having been nearly sixty when James was born. James’ mother was younger, but even she was older than most parents. It was natural, human causes that brought about Mr. Potter’s death.
Lily came, too, and Sirius suspected she was sleeping in James’ room. Peter was down the hall, sharing a room with a couple of James’ cousins. Remus was in Sirius’ bed, on his stomach, breathing quietly, but steadily.
Sirius clenched his fists and turned over on his side, his back towards Remus. He rubbed his eyes and tried to fall asleep. He counted hippogriffs and tried to free his mind of all thought. Nothing worked.
He felt a warm hand grip his hip and he held his breath.
“What’s wrong?” came Remus’ voice through the dark of the room.
“Can’t sleep.”
“Turn over.”
Sirius turned over to his other side, facing Remus. The moonlight shone through the window, illuminating them both in its soft glow. Remus opened his eyes and brushed the hair away from Sirius’ face.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Selfish things.”
“Like what?”
“Like how it’s not fair that everyone asks James how he’s doing. I’m upset, too.”
“Oh.”
“I’m a terrible person.” He tried to turn over, but Remus held on to him.
“Don’t turn away from me. You’re not a terrible person. I know you’re upset, but it’s all right.”
“No, it’s not,” whispered Sirius. “James’ dad was my dad. I mean - y’know, not in blood, obviously. But he let me live here. He gave me a room and advice on girls and dating - which I’ve obviously put to good use, but-”
“He was your father,” said Remus.
“He wasn’t.”
“He was. Your real father’s a complete bastard. James is your brother and his parents are your parents. I understand that. It doesn’t matter that you weren’t born into the family.”
Sirius shut his eyes tightly against the truth.
“No one can tell you that they’re not your parents, even if they don’t understand. They were your family just like I’m yours. No one can tell you that we don’t love each other just because we’re both boys. Right?”
Sirius nodded.
“You can cry and I won’t tell anyone.”
“What?”
“Isn’t it appropriate to cry when you’re sad?”
“I don’t want to cry. I want . . . I want you. Come here.” Sirius snaked his hand into Remus’ pajama bottoms.
“No.”
“Please. I need to be close to you.”
Remus shook his head. “Then let me love you. I didn’t lose anyone, you did.”
Sirius nodded. He opened his eyes and watched Remus move over him, pulling his pajamas down. Sirius lift his hips and the pajamas were dropped onto the floor. Remus pressed kisses all over his stomach and his hips. His lips pressed into Sirius’ thighs before opening up and covering the erection that was quickly hardening.
Remus’ mouth felt warm and safe. It felt like love and protection and comfort. It felt like everything Sirius needed.
“Remus, Remus,” said Sirius. Then, “Remus.”
The other boy released Sirius’ cock from his mouth and sat up, looking breathless, his eyelids heavy. “What?”
“I need you inside me.”
“What?”
“Please.”
His eyes searched Sirius’, as though he was looking for answers, but Remus didn’t ask any questions so he nodded. Sirius lifted his hips and opened up his legs, shifting himself to ready himself.
When Remus was inside, Sirius gasped. There was the physical sensation, the feeling of being stretched and filled, but there was also the connection. As though there was a cord tied around both of their hearts, pulling them together. Every molecule was full of Remus. They were linked; they were one.
Remus’ lips were on Sirius’ face, and there was wetness there that couldn’t have been from anything other than tears. He lost all restraint and allowed a few more tears as he came all over his stomach. With a groan, Remus let himself go, too. There was silence as they caught their breath.
“Oh, Sirius,” breathed Remus. “Don’t cry.”
“I can’t help it. I feel so . . .”
Remus pulled out of him and turned on his side, hugging Sirius fiercely against his chest.
“What do you feel?” asked Remus.
“Useless. Alone. I don’t have a real family.”
“No,” said Remus, kissing Sirius’ forehead. His eyelids. His cheeks. “No. I’m your family. I’m yours. Just because our names aren’t written on the same family tree doesn’t mean anything. Sometimes family are those you choose. I choose you.”
Sirius nodded and swallowed back the rest of his tears. He let himself curl into Remus, resting his head on Remus’ chest. The position was childlike, but that’s how Sirius felt, small and sad, and being held was the most protected he’d ever felt.
As always, links to all my fics (divided up by pairings) can be found here: Click Me