Fic - You Can Pin And Mount Me, Like A Butterfly - Remus/Sirius - NC-17
Title: You Can Pin And Mount Me, Like A Butterfly
Prompt: Something timed during OoTP, someone walks in on them - you can choose who / how they react.
*submissive Remus
*romantic Sirius
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Summary: The boys have an unexpected visitor while they're in the middle of something. OotP era.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1162
Notes: Originally written anonymously for the R/S Kink Meme. Thanks to both ceredwensirius for letting us take over her journal and to anon for requesting this!
‘Missed me, did you?’ Sirius purrs into Remus’s ear. They are stretched out on top of Remus’s bed in Grimmauld Place, Sirius on top, holding Remus’s hands behind his back.
‘God, Sirius, always,’ Remus groans, his voice the little bit more provincial as it always is when it’s just the two of them. Sirius smirks and moves his lips down onto the back of Remus’s neck, biting gently at his favourite spot. They’re facing Remus’s bedroom door and Sirius finds his eyes being constantly pulled to the dirty mirror hanging on the back of it, watching himself as he slides in and out of Remus, measured and deliberate.
‘No-one else can do this, can they?’ Sirius murmurs, thrusting his hips once, hard, to drive the point home, making Remus’s eyes fly open and a gasp fall from the lips he spends hours and hours chewing. ‘Can they?’ Sirius says, his voice harder as he pushes in again, tightening his grip on Remus’s pale, beautiful wrists.
‘No,’ Remus breathes, shaking his head, pressing his back against Sirius’s front. ‘No, God, no-one else, never anyone else.’
‘I love you,’ Sirius says, kissing the junction between Remus’s neck and shoulder, tracing a path with his lips down Remus’s spine, letting go of his wrists. ‘Hands on the bed,’ he murmurs, running one of his hands up Remus’s back and into his hair, ruffling the thin, greying strands of it. ‘Mine,’ he growls, gripping Remus’s hips and thrusting in deep and slow, licking Remus’s damp neck, glancing at their reflection in the mirror.
‘Yours,’ Remus agrees, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. ‘Yours, Sirius, please, oh...’
Sirius pulls Remus’s head up by his hair and kisses his neck again, continuing to push in steadily. ‘Look,’ he says, his stomach thrilling in the way Remus’s cheeks darken as he looks into the mirror, as he watches Sirius fuck him. ‘Fucking beautiful,’ Sirius hisses, his breathing laboured as he mouths Remus’s neck and shoulder, the top of his back. ‘Beautiful fucking boy, all strung out for me...’
‘Not a boy anymore,’ Remus murmurs, closing his eyes and arching his back, crying out at a particularly sharp thrust.
‘Open your eyes,’ Sirius says, his voice low and gravelly as always.
Remus obeys.
He’s not going to argue; they’re not boys, of course they’re not, both of them have lines and scars criss-crossing their faces and bodies, souvenirs of years and years of hardship, Remus is so much greyer than he ever was, his eyes are tired and old and Sirius’s are sunken and hard. Of course they’re not boys.
‘Fucking beautiful,’ he murmurs again as he locks his gaze with Remus’s, reaching his hand under Remus’s body to wrap long fingers, still elegant and aristocratic, even after everything, around his cock, squeezing tightly and stroking at a pace almost cruelly slow.
‘Fuck, Sirius, please,’ Remus whimpers, gripping the dark green sheets under his hands. Sirius leans forward and rests his hands on top of Remus’s, linking their fingers together, pushing in hard and fast.
‘Yes,’ Remus hisses, tilting his head back, groaning when Sirius bites down, keeping half-lidded eyes on their reflection in the mirror. ‘Sirius,’ he whispers, spreading his legs further, shouting out as Sirius brushes over the spot inside him, his usual reserve disappearing fast. ‘Sirius,’ he moans, which elicits a throaty growl. ‘Sirius!’ he yells, throwing his head back, desperate to come. ‘Sirius, please!’
‘Mine,’ Sirius says, his voice hardly more than a snarl, grazing his teeth over Remus’s original werewolf scar, rubbing the skin with his long, straight nose. ‘Mine, fuck, Remus, mine,’ he growls, moving his hands so that he is no longer pinning Remus to the mattress, pulling Remus’s head back again and making him watch as he tugs Remus’s cock hard and fast, thrusting his hips in the same brutal pace. ‘Going to come in you,’ he says, making Remus whimper and a tremor run through his body.
‘Please,’ Remus gasps as Sirius continues to hiss in his ear. Words begin to tumble from his own lips as well, a benediction, please and fuck and oh and please, please, please. His eyes fall shut again. Nothing outside Sirius’s hands and his arms and his mouth and his cock matters, nothing outside that matters.
As he begins to come, feels his body convulse and arch, as his world narrows even further, he screws his eyes shut and cries out, reaching back and grabbing a fistful of Sirius’s hair, kneeling up, his chest pushed out and his mouth wide open.
As he begins to come, the door flies open, and Sirius’s cousin bursts into the room with all of her usual grace and dignity, her wand out.
Sirius’s grey eyes meet hers, which are flashing between grey and green the moment before he follows Remus over the edge with a soft moan, his hand on Remus’s hip tightening. He stares Dora out as he presses his lips to Remus’s throat and winds a possessive arm around Remus’s middle.
She gapes.
Sirius raises an eyebrow, holding her gaze for one last, brief moment before Remus comes to himself and cries out as he notices someone else is in the room with them, grabbing the throw from the bottom of the bed and wrapping it round himself hurriedly.
‘Nymphadora,’ he says, his voice posher and higher than usual, as though he thinks it will make up in some way for being caught with Sirius’s cock up his arse. He closes his eyes and presses his lips together, clearly embarrassed. ‘Get off, Sirius,’ he murmurs into his shoulder.
‘I... I heard you shouting,’ Tonks mumbles, finally looking down at the floor. ‘I thought you were hurt.’
‘That comes in the morning,’ Sirius says with a grin, pulling out of Remus and lying back on the bed, throwing the blanket over his hips, just about covering himself as Remus pulls a shirt and his cords on, his pale skin flushed and red. He pulls a cigarette out of the pack on the bedside table and lights it with the tip of his wand, leaning back against the headboard, keeping his eyes trained on Tonks.
‘Right,’ she murmurs with a pathetic attempt at a laugh, more an exhalation of breath. ‘Sorry.’
‘It’s quite alright,’ Sirius drawls, smirking at her as he sucks in a lungful of smoke. Remus sits on the edge of the bed and brushes his hair back, still mortified.
‘I’ll leave you to it,’ she murmurs, backing out of the bedroom, closing the door behind her.
Sirius’s eyes are hard and darker than usual as he watches her go, his smirk fading rapidly.
Remus rests his hand on Sirius’s thigh.
‘Yours,’ he murmurs, and Sirius nods.
Prompt: Something timed during OoTP, someone walks in on them - you can choose who / how they react.
*submissive Remus
*romantic Sirius
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Summary: The boys have an unexpected visitor while they're in the middle of something. OotP era.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1162
Notes: Originally written anonymously for the R/S Kink Meme. Thanks to both ceredwensirius for letting us take over her journal and to anon for requesting this!
‘Missed me, did you?’ Sirius purrs into Remus’s ear. They are stretched out on top of Remus’s bed in Grimmauld Place, Sirius on top, holding Remus’s hands behind his back.
‘God, Sirius, always,’ Remus groans, his voice the little bit more provincial as it always is when it’s just the two of them. Sirius smirks and moves his lips down onto the back of Remus’s neck, biting gently at his favourite spot. They’re facing Remus’s bedroom door and Sirius finds his eyes being constantly pulled to the dirty mirror hanging on the back of it, watching himself as he slides in and out of Remus, measured and deliberate.
‘No-one else can do this, can they?’ Sirius murmurs, thrusting his hips once, hard, to drive the point home, making Remus’s eyes fly open and a gasp fall from the lips he spends hours and hours chewing. ‘Can they?’ Sirius says, his voice harder as he pushes in again, tightening his grip on Remus’s pale, beautiful wrists.
‘No,’ Remus breathes, shaking his head, pressing his back against Sirius’s front. ‘No, God, no-one else, never anyone else.’
‘I love you,’ Sirius says, kissing the junction between Remus’s neck and shoulder, tracing a path with his lips down Remus’s spine, letting go of his wrists. ‘Hands on the bed,’ he murmurs, running one of his hands up Remus’s back and into his hair, ruffling the thin, greying strands of it. ‘Mine,’ he growls, gripping Remus’s hips and thrusting in deep and slow, licking Remus’s damp neck, glancing at their reflection in the mirror.
‘Yours,’ Remus agrees, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. ‘Yours, Sirius, please, oh...’
Sirius pulls Remus’s head up by his hair and kisses his neck again, continuing to push in steadily. ‘Look,’ he says, his stomach thrilling in the way Remus’s cheeks darken as he looks into the mirror, as he watches Sirius fuck him. ‘Fucking beautiful,’ Sirius hisses, his breathing laboured as he mouths Remus’s neck and shoulder, the top of his back. ‘Beautiful fucking boy, all strung out for me...’
‘Not a boy anymore,’ Remus murmurs, closing his eyes and arching his back, crying out at a particularly sharp thrust.
‘Open your eyes,’ Sirius says, his voice low and gravelly as always.
Remus obeys.
He’s not going to argue; they’re not boys, of course they’re not, both of them have lines and scars criss-crossing their faces and bodies, souvenirs of years and years of hardship, Remus is so much greyer than he ever was, his eyes are tired and old and Sirius’s are sunken and hard. Of course they’re not boys.
‘Fucking beautiful,’ he murmurs again as he locks his gaze with Remus’s, reaching his hand under Remus’s body to wrap long fingers, still elegant and aristocratic, even after everything, around his cock, squeezing tightly and stroking at a pace almost cruelly slow.
‘Fuck, Sirius, please,’ Remus whimpers, gripping the dark green sheets under his hands. Sirius leans forward and rests his hands on top of Remus’s, linking their fingers together, pushing in hard and fast.
‘Yes,’ Remus hisses, tilting his head back, groaning when Sirius bites down, keeping half-lidded eyes on their reflection in the mirror. ‘Sirius,’ he whispers, spreading his legs further, shouting out as Sirius brushes over the spot inside him, his usual reserve disappearing fast. ‘Sirius,’ he moans, which elicits a throaty growl. ‘Sirius!’ he yells, throwing his head back, desperate to come. ‘Sirius, please!’
‘Mine,’ Sirius says, his voice hardly more than a snarl, grazing his teeth over Remus’s original werewolf scar, rubbing the skin with his long, straight nose. ‘Mine, fuck, Remus, mine,’ he growls, moving his hands so that he is no longer pinning Remus to the mattress, pulling Remus’s head back again and making him watch as he tugs Remus’s cock hard and fast, thrusting his hips in the same brutal pace. ‘Going to come in you,’ he says, making Remus whimper and a tremor run through his body.
‘Please,’ Remus gasps as Sirius continues to hiss in his ear. Words begin to tumble from his own lips as well, a benediction, please and fuck and oh and please, please, please. His eyes fall shut again. Nothing outside Sirius’s hands and his arms and his mouth and his cock matters, nothing outside that matters.
As he begins to come, feels his body convulse and arch, as his world narrows even further, he screws his eyes shut and cries out, reaching back and grabbing a fistful of Sirius’s hair, kneeling up, his chest pushed out and his mouth wide open.
As he begins to come, the door flies open, and Sirius’s cousin bursts into the room with all of her usual grace and dignity, her wand out.
Sirius’s grey eyes meet hers, which are flashing between grey and green the moment before he follows Remus over the edge with a soft moan, his hand on Remus’s hip tightening. He stares Dora out as he presses his lips to Remus’s throat and winds a possessive arm around Remus’s middle.
She gapes.
Sirius raises an eyebrow, holding her gaze for one last, brief moment before Remus comes to himself and cries out as he notices someone else is in the room with them, grabbing the throw from the bottom of the bed and wrapping it round himself hurriedly.
‘Nymphadora,’ he says, his voice posher and higher than usual, as though he thinks it will make up in some way for being caught with Sirius’s cock up his arse. He closes his eyes and presses his lips together, clearly embarrassed. ‘Get off, Sirius,’ he murmurs into his shoulder.
‘I... I heard you shouting,’ Tonks mumbles, finally looking down at the floor. ‘I thought you were hurt.’
‘That comes in the morning,’ Sirius says with a grin, pulling out of Remus and lying back on the bed, throwing the blanket over his hips, just about covering himself as Remus pulls a shirt and his cords on, his pale skin flushed and red. He pulls a cigarette out of the pack on the bedside table and lights it with the tip of his wand, leaning back against the headboard, keeping his eyes trained on Tonks.
‘Right,’ she murmurs with a pathetic attempt at a laugh, more an exhalation of breath. ‘Sorry.’
‘It’s quite alright,’ Sirius drawls, smirking at her as he sucks in a lungful of smoke. Remus sits on the edge of the bed and brushes his hair back, still mortified.
‘I’ll leave you to it,’ she murmurs, backing out of the bedroom, closing the door behind her.
Sirius’s eyes are hard and darker than usual as he watches her go, his smirk fading rapidly.
Remus rests his hand on Sirius’s thigh.
‘Yours,’ he murmurs, and Sirius nods.