Day Twenty Three Drabbles
The boys focus on their favourite body parts in this four drabble penultimate post! Don't forget to leave some love for the authors.
Title: The Word
Author: starduchess
Summary: Remus writes the word on Sirius every time.
Contains: mild nipple biting, necking, allusions to anal
Prompt Number: 64
Remus entered the bedroom, smiling as his eyes alighted on naked flesh.
"I've been waiting all day for you," huffed Sirius, offended by the late hour of Remus' return.
"Never worry, Siri. I'll make it up to you."
Disrobing, Remus' eyes never left the feast before him, heating with lust, turning golden, already tracing the familiar patterns over Sirius' body. His eyes began at forehead, nose and cheek, then neck and chest, and finally legs. Oh, so glorious, tight legs. Soon his fingers followed suit. They spelled the word on the underside of Sirius' foot, eliciting giggles and breaking the tension. Remus ran his palms up the shins calming Sirius down, flicking over the bony kneecaps, and gliding down the well-defined thighs. Avoiding the groin, much to the dismay of his lover, he smoothed the word over stomach and chest.
Leaning down, Remus added lips and tongue to the task of writing the word upon Sirius all over, especially upon the sensitive skin under the breast, making sure to use his teeth to dot the "i".
Sirius whimpered and writhed and moaned. Remus drove him wild. He did not know what the patterns were, but they always drove him to the brink of pleasure.
Remus moved to the ultra-sensitive area below the ear, and his tongue traced the word at the artery. Sensation ripped through Sirius who bucked and cried out in abandon.
"Please, Remus. More!"
Remus' lips crushed his lover's, demanding surrender and submission. Sirius gave it by opening himself up completely. The tongue wrote the word inside his mouth, establishing ownership.
Over and over again, the word was pressed into the flesh, until the flesh itself was pierced and the word was written inside.
The one word that described it all: mine.
Title: Tell me.
Author:katie_padfoot
Summary: Sirius won’t do anything until he knows exactly what his lover wants.
Contains: dirty(ish) talk, swearing.
Notes: I got a bit carried away and went way over 300 words, but I managed to reign it in somehow. this is irrelivent but in my head this is set post azkaban.
Prompt Number: 15.
“Tell me.”
“Fuck…”
“No Remus, tell me what you want.”
There’s silence for a moment, broken only by ragged breaths as Sirius leisurely runs his hands across the naked man below him, fingers slowly tracing the tributaries of silver scars illuminated in the dim light.
“Remus, what do want?” the werewolf shivers at the words and takes a second to reply, trying to compose himself.
“I want… I want you inside me.” Sirius nods once, bending down to replace fingers with his tongue which he slowly drags along his lover’s lithe, beautiful body, but he doesn’t give him what he wants - not yet.
“I need you to be specific Moony” the words ghost over heated flesh, but Remus hears them clearly.
“What?”
“Which part of me do you want inside you? My fingers…” he punctuates the point by drifting a hand between Remus’ spread legs and drawing his fingers along the crevice there. “Or my cock…” this time he leans forward and brushes their aching erections together making Remus moan, beg and whimper all at one. “Or perhaps my tongue?” the final statement is followed Sirius’ warm mouth closing over a nipple and licking at the nub.
“Any… all.” Remus is too far gone, he doesn’t care what fucks him, or how it happens, just so long as it happens now.
“Moony…” the tone is almost threatening and the werewolf soon realises the only way anything is going to happen is if he answers Sirius properly.
“Your tongue. I want your tongue inside me first, prepare me with it and then fuck me until I’m begging to come.” Sirius growls and grabs a hand full of brown and grey flecked hair before slamming their mouths together passionately. When he eventually pulls away only two more words are spoken.
“Turn over.”
Title: Podophilia
Author: dreaminginblack
Summary: Sirius likes Remus’ feet. A lot.
Contains: Foot fetish, sort of.
Prompt Number: 48
It starts in third year, when Sirius accidentally brushes his quill against Remus’ bare feet, which had been propped on the table (and he’d marvelled at the bad influence they were having on the good boy), and Remus squirms away and laughs. Sirius decides he is going to get Remus barefoot as often as possible, for it’s wonderful to see him so free and careless. He tickles Remus’ feet whenever the occasion presents itself, which becomes increasingly frequent, and Sirius can’t figure out whether Remus is oblivious or letting him.
In fourth year, Sirius starts watching Remus more closely and realizes that, though he is rather fond of Remus’ feet, he very much likes the rest of him too, all the gangly, boyish, freckly bits of him. It’s the same year James starts pining after Evans, and Sirius realizes he should probably be worried that he’s that he’s thinking about one of his best friends that way. He is worried by the fact that he isn’t worried.
In fifth year the dreams start. They are dreams about Remus in general, but his feet often make an appearance. When Sirius is laying on his bed late at night, a silencing charm around his bed and his hand down his pants, he likes to wonder if Remus toes curl when he comes.
In seventh year, he finally works up the courage to kiss Remus. The kiss begins on the corridor outside the Charms classroom and ends up on Remus’ bed. As they get naked, Sirius finds out first hand that there’s definitely truth to the rumours about boys with big feet. To his delight, Remus nearly comes after Sirius gives him a much anticipated foot rub.
And his toes curl.
Title: Ode
Author: a_shadow_there
Summary: "Your hands ... they're beautiful."
Contains: Fluff, implied sex.
Notes: um, so I completely failed on the porn-front with this one. Sorry?
Prompt Number: 50.
"Your hands," Sirius says. Quietly, quietly: his breath soft, warm; rolling over the cracked terrain of dry lips, blooming against the pale, freckled skin of Remus' shoulder.
"Hmm?" Remus mumbles. He is still half-asleep. His eyes are closed, but the lashes flutter. Trying in futility to keep out the light of dawn. To hold onto the night (the night is their time).
"Your hands." Sirius shifts against Remus, into him. He presses his lips to the curve of Remus' clavicle; the taut skin stretched over bone. "They're beautiful," he whispers, his mouth moving against flesh.
Remus stifles a snort. "What're you on about now?" he asks; sceptical, though not unkind.
"Beautiful," Sirius repeats, entwining his fingers with Remus.' Slowly, Sirius raises Remus' hand with his own and trails it, palm against skin, over his broad, flat chest. Coarse black hairs tickle the tender skin of Remus' palm and he cannot suppress a giggle. Inexplicably embarrassed by the sudden outburst, Remus blushes and squirms beside Sirius (Sirius can make him feel so foolish sometimes; so foolish), and tries to extricate his fingers from Sirius' grasp.
Sirius, however, is having none of it and, wordlessly, denies Remus his fingers. Instead, he begins laying kisses over Remus' neck and chest and belly, his tongue lolling lazily against undulating flesh; drawing breathless moans from those familiar lips.
As they writhe against one another, Sirius never for a moment lets go of Remus' hand, whispering all the while, "Beautiful, beautiful." His adoring mantra.
His ode.
Title: The Word
Author: starduchess
Summary: Remus writes the word on Sirius every time.
Contains: mild nipple biting, necking, allusions to anal
Prompt Number: 64
Remus entered the bedroom, smiling as his eyes alighted on naked flesh.
"I've been waiting all day for you," huffed Sirius, offended by the late hour of Remus' return.
"Never worry, Siri. I'll make it up to you."
Disrobing, Remus' eyes never left the feast before him, heating with lust, turning golden, already tracing the familiar patterns over Sirius' body. His eyes began at forehead, nose and cheek, then neck and chest, and finally legs. Oh, so glorious, tight legs. Soon his fingers followed suit. They spelled the word on the underside of Sirius' foot, eliciting giggles and breaking the tension. Remus ran his palms up the shins calming Sirius down, flicking over the bony kneecaps, and gliding down the well-defined thighs. Avoiding the groin, much to the dismay of his lover, he smoothed the word over stomach and chest.
Leaning down, Remus added lips and tongue to the task of writing the word upon Sirius all over, especially upon the sensitive skin under the breast, making sure to use his teeth to dot the "i".
Sirius whimpered and writhed and moaned. Remus drove him wild. He did not know what the patterns were, but they always drove him to the brink of pleasure.
Remus moved to the ultra-sensitive area below the ear, and his tongue traced the word at the artery. Sensation ripped through Sirius who bucked and cried out in abandon.
"Please, Remus. More!"
Remus' lips crushed his lover's, demanding surrender and submission. Sirius gave it by opening himself up completely. The tongue wrote the word inside his mouth, establishing ownership.
Over and over again, the word was pressed into the flesh, until the flesh itself was pierced and the word was written inside.
The one word that described it all: mine.
Title: Tell me.
Author:katie_padfoot
Summary: Sirius won’t do anything until he knows exactly what his lover wants.
Contains: dirty(ish) talk, swearing.
Notes: I got a bit carried away and went way over 300 words, but I managed to reign it in somehow. this is irrelivent but in my head this is set post azkaban.
Prompt Number: 15.
“Tell me.”
“Fuck…”
“No Remus, tell me what you want.”
There’s silence for a moment, broken only by ragged breaths as Sirius leisurely runs his hands across the naked man below him, fingers slowly tracing the tributaries of silver scars illuminated in the dim light.
“Remus, what do want?” the werewolf shivers at the words and takes a second to reply, trying to compose himself.
“I want… I want you inside me.” Sirius nods once, bending down to replace fingers with his tongue which he slowly drags along his lover’s lithe, beautiful body, but he doesn’t give him what he wants - not yet.
“I need you to be specific Moony” the words ghost over heated flesh, but Remus hears them clearly.
“What?”
“Which part of me do you want inside you? My fingers…” he punctuates the point by drifting a hand between Remus’ spread legs and drawing his fingers along the crevice there. “Or my cock…” this time he leans forward and brushes their aching erections together making Remus moan, beg and whimper all at one. “Or perhaps my tongue?” the final statement is followed Sirius’ warm mouth closing over a nipple and licking at the nub.
“Any… all.” Remus is too far gone, he doesn’t care what fucks him, or how it happens, just so long as it happens now.
“Moony…” the tone is almost threatening and the werewolf soon realises the only way anything is going to happen is if he answers Sirius properly.
“Your tongue. I want your tongue inside me first, prepare me with it and then fuck me until I’m begging to come.” Sirius growls and grabs a hand full of brown and grey flecked hair before slamming their mouths together passionately. When he eventually pulls away only two more words are spoken.
“Turn over.”
Title: Podophilia
Author: dreaminginblack
Summary: Sirius likes Remus’ feet. A lot.
Contains: Foot fetish, sort of.
Prompt Number: 48
It starts in third year, when Sirius accidentally brushes his quill against Remus’ bare feet, which had been propped on the table (and he’d marvelled at the bad influence they were having on the good boy), and Remus squirms away and laughs. Sirius decides he is going to get Remus barefoot as often as possible, for it’s wonderful to see him so free and careless. He tickles Remus’ feet whenever the occasion presents itself, which becomes increasingly frequent, and Sirius can’t figure out whether Remus is oblivious or letting him.
In fourth year, Sirius starts watching Remus more closely and realizes that, though he is rather fond of Remus’ feet, he very much likes the rest of him too, all the gangly, boyish, freckly bits of him. It’s the same year James starts pining after Evans, and Sirius realizes he should probably be worried that he’s that he’s thinking about one of his best friends that way. He is worried by the fact that he isn’t worried.
In fifth year the dreams start. They are dreams about Remus in general, but his feet often make an appearance. When Sirius is laying on his bed late at night, a silencing charm around his bed and his hand down his pants, he likes to wonder if Remus toes curl when he comes.
In seventh year, he finally works up the courage to kiss Remus. The kiss begins on the corridor outside the Charms classroom and ends up on Remus’ bed. As they get naked, Sirius finds out first hand that there’s definitely truth to the rumours about boys with big feet. To his delight, Remus nearly comes after Sirius gives him a much anticipated foot rub.
And his toes curl.
Title: Ode
Author: a_shadow_there
Summary: "Your hands ... they're beautiful."
Contains: Fluff, implied sex.
Notes: um, so I completely failed on the porn-front with this one. Sorry?
Prompt Number: 50.
"Your hands," Sirius says. Quietly, quietly: his breath soft, warm; rolling over the cracked terrain of dry lips, blooming against the pale, freckled skin of Remus' shoulder.
"Hmm?" Remus mumbles. He is still half-asleep. His eyes are closed, but the lashes flutter. Trying in futility to keep out the light of dawn. To hold onto the night (the night is their time).
"Your hands." Sirius shifts against Remus, into him. He presses his lips to the curve of Remus' clavicle; the taut skin stretched over bone. "They're beautiful," he whispers, his mouth moving against flesh.
Remus stifles a snort. "What're you on about now?" he asks; sceptical, though not unkind.
"Beautiful," Sirius repeats, entwining his fingers with Remus.' Slowly, Sirius raises Remus' hand with his own and trails it, palm against skin, over his broad, flat chest. Coarse black hairs tickle the tender skin of Remus' palm and he cannot suppress a giggle. Inexplicably embarrassed by the sudden outburst, Remus blushes and squirms beside Sirius (Sirius can make him feel so foolish sometimes; so foolish), and tries to extricate his fingers from Sirius' grasp.
Sirius, however, is having none of it and, wordlessly, denies Remus his fingers. Instead, he begins laying kisses over Remus' neck and chest and belly, his tongue lolling lazily against undulating flesh; drawing breathless moans from those familiar lips.
As they writhe against one another, Sirius never for a moment lets go of Remus' hand, whispering all the while, "Beautiful, beautiful." His adoring mantra.
His ode.