Fic - R/S - Your Light Fingers - NC-17 - For M/P LDWS
Title: Your Light Fingers
Prompt: Genre/cliché: Discovering a new kink. Word prompt: Stripes. Team: Moony.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Summary: First-War era, about six months before Hallowe’en, 1981. The boys have a fight with an unexpected outcome.
Rating: NC-17
Contains: Language, breathplay, angst, smut.
Word Count: ~300
Notes: Written for the second week of mp_ldws, second round.
‘You can’t say that!’ Remus roared, slamming his palms down on the table and getting up so quickly his chair fell backwards onto the floor. ‘Just... fuck off, Sirius, you can’t say that!’
Sirius got up and moved in front of him, pressing his hands against the doorway so that Remus couldn’t leave the kitchen. ‘Don’t you dare walk away from me.’
‘Fuck you,’ Remus muttered darkly, shoving one of Sirius’s arms out of the way.
‘No,’ Sirius growled, grabbing Remus’s neck and striding forwards so that Remus had to scramble backwards to avoid choking, coming to a stop only when he was shoved against the fridge, Sirius’s long fingers still round his neck. He breathed in and brought his hands up to wrap round Sirius’s arm, though he didn’t try and pull Sirius off. ‘You don’t get to walk away from me, not from this,’ Sirius hissed, tightening his hand slightly.
Vision clouding over, Remus gritted his teeth. ‘Harder,’ he said, moving one hand to the back of Sirius’s head, pulling him in, sucking on his bottom lip. ‘Please,’ he breathed, lifting heavy-lidded, imploring eyes to Sirius’s.
Setting his jaw, Sirius tightened his hand again, raising his eyebrows when Remus moaned, long and low, his hips jerking forwards. ‘Fuck,’ Sirius said, kissing Remus desperately, pushing his hand into Remus’s soft, worn cords, wrapping his fingers round Remus’s cock, stroking him until he was leaking pre-come.
‘Please,’ Remus gasped again, breaking off into a high-pitched, half-formed moan.
Sirius squeezed harder, cutting off Remus’s airway entirely. Eyes narrow and dark, he pulled Remus’s cock, twisted his hand, and Remus came, his mouth slack, holding onto Sirius’s arms so tightly he knew there would be stripes of bruises left there by his fingers tomorrow morning.
Sirius frowned. Straightened. Moved back.
‘Don’t go.’
Prompt: Genre/cliché: Discovering a new kink. Word prompt: Stripes. Team: Moony.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Summary: First-War era, about six months before Hallowe’en, 1981. The boys have a fight with an unexpected outcome.
Rating: NC-17
Contains: Language, breathplay, angst, smut.
Word Count: ~300
Notes: Written for the second week of mp_ldws, second round.
‘You can’t say that!’ Remus roared, slamming his palms down on the table and getting up so quickly his chair fell backwards onto the floor. ‘Just... fuck off, Sirius, you can’t say that!’
Sirius got up and moved in front of him, pressing his hands against the doorway so that Remus couldn’t leave the kitchen. ‘Don’t you dare walk away from me.’
‘Fuck you,’ Remus muttered darkly, shoving one of Sirius’s arms out of the way.
‘No,’ Sirius growled, grabbing Remus’s neck and striding forwards so that Remus had to scramble backwards to avoid choking, coming to a stop only when he was shoved against the fridge, Sirius’s long fingers still round his neck. He breathed in and brought his hands up to wrap round Sirius’s arm, though he didn’t try and pull Sirius off. ‘You don’t get to walk away from me, not from this,’ Sirius hissed, tightening his hand slightly.
Vision clouding over, Remus gritted his teeth. ‘Harder,’ he said, moving one hand to the back of Sirius’s head, pulling him in, sucking on his bottom lip. ‘Please,’ he breathed, lifting heavy-lidded, imploring eyes to Sirius’s.
Setting his jaw, Sirius tightened his hand again, raising his eyebrows when Remus moaned, long and low, his hips jerking forwards. ‘Fuck,’ Sirius said, kissing Remus desperately, pushing his hand into Remus’s soft, worn cords, wrapping his fingers round Remus’s cock, stroking him until he was leaking pre-come.
‘Please,’ Remus gasped again, breaking off into a high-pitched, half-formed moan.
Sirius squeezed harder, cutting off Remus’s airway entirely. Eyes narrow and dark, he pulled Remus’s cock, twisted his hand, and Remus came, his mouth slack, holding onto Sirius’s arms so tightly he knew there would be stripes of bruises left there by his fingers tomorrow morning.
Sirius frowned. Straightened. Moved back.
‘Don’t go.’