LONG: 'Clockwise', Sirius/Remus
For ignited. Smutty pups. (Hmm. I wonder if they should be a genre: Putty. That's what they turn me into, anyway...)
Title: Clockwise
Author: switchknife
Pairings: Sirius/Remus
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None. Appallingly vanilla, this.
Notes: Set during that wonderful, in-between time when Sirius and Remus had just graduated from Hogwarts, but hadn't yet lost James and Lily. Or indeed each other.
Clockwise
They wake up with the bed rearranged around them: pillows at their feet, wall
at their heads. They'd fucked clockwise, last night, and Sirius smiles at the
thought. Remus is warm against him--still asleep, the shape of his hip tight
against Sirius', his back against Sirius' chest, his neck under Sirius' mouth.
Sirius tastes it, of course, that neck--nuzzles it, the scent of old sweat
mingling with new, Sirius' saliva adding to the salt of it.
Remus makes a small sound. Vaguely irritated.
Sirius muffles a grin. 'Moony?' he says softly. 'You awake?'
Remus stirs slightly, huffing sleepily into the sheets. 'Am now.'
'Too bad.' Sirius bites the skin under his mouth lightly, hearing Remus make
another one of his little sounds. 'You must be tired after last night.'
'Bastard.' Remus' voice is a drowsy, hazy growl--one that goes straight to
Sirius' prick. It presses damply against Remus' back, and Sirius makes an effort
not to rock his hips.
'Something of a Black tradition,' Sirius agrees. He slides a palm down the warm curve of Remus' hip, and then around to Remus'
stomach, which is moving with slow, even breaths. 'I hope I'm making dear Father
proud.' He moves
his hand to the coarse snarls of hair between Remus' legs, the familiar length of cock
beneath. Already half-hard. Lovely. Getting harder by the second. Even better.
'Pa'foot...' Not nearly so annoyed now, oh, no. That was almost a
moan. 'Too early for this...'
'Is it?' Sirius smirks. 'You seem awake enough.' He curls his fingers and strokes Remus
slowly, his palm moist with sweat--just this side of dry, just the way Remus
likes it. He twists gently when he reaches the head. Just the way Remus likes it.
'F-fuck.' Remus' breath stutters. His hips gravitate into Sirius' grasp. 'Pads...'
Sirius presses another kiss
to Remus' neck, opens his mouth and starts licking warmly again.
'Oh...'
'I like waking you up like this,' Sirius says into Remus' ear, licking it too.
'Seeing you hard before you even open your eyes.'
'God, Sirius.' Remus sounds much more awake now, as well he should; he turns to meet Sirius' mouth, body turning along with him, twisting shifting
pressure as his thigh brushes Sirius' own erection, making Sirius gasp.
Sirius' mind goes blank. 'Yeah,' he replies. 'Yeah.' Remus' stubble is just soft enough, just
harsh enough against his mouth, heating it with friction. Sirius gets a
glimpse of dark, heavy-lidded eyes, a scar pale along Remus' jaw, before Remus
is kissing him--deep and easy and open, bitter morning saliva laced with the
sweetness of sleep, sulky and warm.
'Mmmm.' Echoing moan, right here, against Sirius' tongue, so good that
Sirius has to pull away. Remus' cock is blunt against Sirius' stomach now, wetting it with pre-come, moving
to the rhythm of Remus' hips. Humping him slowly.
The sight of it--Moony under him in the dull morning light, eyes
half-closed and watching, lips parted and shining softly--makes
Sirius shift down until he feels their cocks grind together, oh fuck hot
spark of hard on hard. 'Good.' Sirius rocks to meet it, gorgeous slick pull of another man's
foreskin against his own, back and forth, back and forth, rubbing in a slow, blossoming burn. 'So fucking good, Moony...'
'Good,' Remus repeats mindlessly, arms moving up to wrap around Sirius. His
hands stroke Sirius' back, warm calluses against smooth, sweat-sheened skin.
'Sirius...'
'Hard,' says Sirius. 'You're so hard.' He kisses Remus again, not so languid this time, hips twisting against
hips and Remus gasping despite himself, legs falling open under Sirius' weight,
lifting to twine around his waist. Sirius moves his mouth to Remus' throat, his shoulder,
tasting it all, and the air around them grows heavy with the scent of fresh sweat, hot
and urgent.
'Touch me.' Remus pants and thrusts harder, sweeter, belly slick
with pre-come against Sirius'. 'Touch both of us...'
Both of them. Fuck. Yes. Sirius lifts himself and angles forward, jutting
his elbow out and taking his own prick in hand, rubbing its leaking head against
Remus', again and again, until Remus makes a sound somewhere between a
growl and a whine, angry and pleading all at once.
'Fuck, Sirius--' Remus bucks, bringing his own hands to Sirius' arse,
pulling him down again, raising his hips so that Sirius' wet knuckles and cock
glide past his prick. 'Yeah, there--'
And Sirius relents--lets go of his own cock and wraps his hand around them
both, almost too tight and almost too good, too good for this to last, jerking
them both off with a fast, hard rhythm. His fingers can't meet around their joint
circumference. Nearly slipping. Remus is clutching his shoulders and
fucking into his grip, wet hard slide again and again and sweet, so sweet,
throwing his head back and groaning when Sirius does it faster, does it better.
'Harder,' Remus half-gasps, and then he's helping out, bringing his one of
his own hands down, his fingers lacing with Sirius' and completing the circle,
surrounding them, holding them. 'Harder, please, Sirius,' and Sirius
complies, pressing his mouth to Remus' shoulder and fucking, driving his
hips forward and feeling the bed creak beneath them, the sheets shift and rustle, Remus' thighs tightening around his hips. His balls rub Remus', heavy and
sweat-damp and good, slick skin against skin Remus' moans in his ear
Remus' cock against his own fuck
yes Moony yes--
Sirius comes long after he knows he will, feeling it build in his balls,
feeling it curl and wind tight in his belly, a hot, maddening buzz. His hips
jerk as he sees Remus' eyes widen under him, Remus' muscles clench as if for
a leap--
Now going to come now going to come now Moony now--
He hears Remus gasp, feels the hot splash against his knuckles, against his
own cock, and curls his hand tighter because Remus' cock is softer now,
getting softer, half-hard and slippery and Remus has come already but he's still
moaning, damn it, still moaning like he's enjoying it, like he'll harden again
and come again if Sirius keeps doing this, if Sirius doesn't come now, doesn't
come quick, doesn't come now Moony now Moony yes--
'Fuck!' he shouts, emptying his balls in a dizzying, blinding rush--driving
hard into his own fist, Remus' fist, both their fists and shooting pulse after
pulse onto Moony's softening cock, feeling it twitch against his own, feeling
Moony twist and moan beneath him.
'Sirius--'
'Fuck, yeah.' He barely manages to steady himself on the bed, his remaining
hand twisting in the sheets and his arm shaking with the effort of holding
himself up, of not falling onto Remus. He lets his elbow collapse and falls beside
Remus instead. He can't breathe. His cock feels like it's still pulsing.
'Sirius...'
'Hmmm.' His mind is gone. Interesting effect of orgasm, that. Not unlike a
Stun spell. Pity they can't fight the Death Eaters with this.
'Padfoot.'
'Hmmm.' Remus appears to be telling him something. Sirius tries to
translate it.
'Here.'
Sirius realises that his other hand is still in the wet come on Remus'
stomach, smoothing it absently, and that the annoyingly cottony brush against
his fingers is a handful of sheets that Remus is using to clean them both. Remus
is smiling, which makes Sirius wants to kiss him, and Remus' cock is glazed with
come, which makes Sirius want to lick it.
He pauses, caught between two contradictory choices--but when Remus
finishes cleaning himself and tosses away the sheets, Sirius is left only with
the first. He leans over for a kiss.
Remus responds, for a few warm, lazy moments, before he realises that the
hand Sirius has on his stomach is inching down again.
'You're incorrigible,' Remus laughs, stopping it with a quick hand of his
own--and Sirius stares down at it reproachfully, deciding to check if his mind
is capable of speech again.
'Sound like McGonagall,' he manages, and is proud that it's almost a complete
sentence. Even if his voice is rather hoarse.
'McGonagall never got you off,' Remus retorts, then shudders delicately. 'At
least I hope not.'
'Prat.' He's too tired to get hard again, but he might just manage it if Remus doesn't stop smiling
like that, doesn't stop shifting over to Sirius on the bed until they're pressed
close once more. Remus' warm leg drapes over his own.
'Pot, meet kettle.' Remus settles closer, cracking a tired yawn. 'We're supposed to be at today's
meeting in two hours. Moody's not going to like
it if we're late again.'
Moody can bugger himself with his constantly vigilant wand, Sirius
wants to say, but his tongue can't quite handle that right now. Instead, his mouth
manages: 'Sleep.'
Remus snorts, but his hand is gentle when it curves around the back of
Sirius' neck, stroking slowly. 'Hypocrite. Moody'll know who to blame, you know.
He always does.'
Damn it, Sirius thinks. He'll have to 'volunteer' as target practice for one of Moody's
training sessions again. Stun spells, here we come.
Well. He closes his eyes and nudges his nose against Remus' shoulder,
breathing in his warmth. So to speak.
FIN
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Title: Clockwise
Author: switchknife
Pairings: Sirius/Remus
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None. Appallingly vanilla, this.
Notes: Set during that wonderful, in-between time when Sirius and Remus had just graduated from Hogwarts, but hadn't yet lost James and Lily. Or indeed each other.
Clockwise
They wake up with the bed rearranged around them: pillows at their feet, wall
at their heads. They'd fucked clockwise, last night, and Sirius smiles at the
thought. Remus is warm against him--still asleep, the shape of his hip tight
against Sirius', his back against Sirius' chest, his neck under Sirius' mouth.
Sirius tastes it, of course, that neck--nuzzles it, the scent of old sweat
mingling with new, Sirius' saliva adding to the salt of it.
Remus makes a small sound. Vaguely irritated.
Sirius muffles a grin. 'Moony?' he says softly. 'You awake?'
Remus stirs slightly, huffing sleepily into the sheets. 'Am now.'
'Too bad.' Sirius bites the skin under his mouth lightly, hearing Remus make
another one of his little sounds. 'You must be tired after last night.'
'Bastard.' Remus' voice is a drowsy, hazy growl--one that goes straight to
Sirius' prick. It presses damply against Remus' back, and Sirius makes an effort
not to rock his hips.
'Something of a Black tradition,' Sirius agrees. He slides a palm down the warm curve of Remus' hip, and then around to Remus'
stomach, which is moving with slow, even breaths. 'I hope I'm making dear Father
proud.' He moves
his hand to the coarse snarls of hair between Remus' legs, the familiar length of cock
beneath. Already half-hard. Lovely. Getting harder by the second. Even better.
'Pa'foot...' Not nearly so annoyed now, oh, no. That was almost a
moan. 'Too early for this...'
'Is it?' Sirius smirks. 'You seem awake enough.' He curls his fingers and strokes Remus
slowly, his palm moist with sweat--just this side of dry, just the way Remus
likes it. He twists gently when he reaches the head. Just the way Remus likes it.
'F-fuck.' Remus' breath stutters. His hips gravitate into Sirius' grasp. 'Pads...'
Sirius presses another kiss
to Remus' neck, opens his mouth and starts licking warmly again.
'Oh...'
'I like waking you up like this,' Sirius says into Remus' ear, licking it too.
'Seeing you hard before you even open your eyes.'
'God, Sirius.' Remus sounds much more awake now, as well he should; he turns to meet Sirius' mouth, body turning along with him, twisting shifting
pressure as his thigh brushes Sirius' own erection, making Sirius gasp.
Sirius' mind goes blank. 'Yeah,' he replies. 'Yeah.' Remus' stubble is just soft enough, just
harsh enough against his mouth, heating it with friction. Sirius gets a
glimpse of dark, heavy-lidded eyes, a scar pale along Remus' jaw, before Remus
is kissing him--deep and easy and open, bitter morning saliva laced with the
sweetness of sleep, sulky and warm.
'Mmmm.' Echoing moan, right here, against Sirius' tongue, so good that
Sirius has to pull away. Remus' cock is blunt against Sirius' stomach now, wetting it with pre-come, moving
to the rhythm of Remus' hips. Humping him slowly.
The sight of it--Moony under him in the dull morning light, eyes
half-closed and watching, lips parted and shining softly--makes
Sirius shift down until he feels their cocks grind together, oh fuck hot
spark of hard on hard. 'Good.' Sirius rocks to meet it, gorgeous slick pull of another man's
foreskin against his own, back and forth, back and forth, rubbing in a slow, blossoming burn. 'So fucking good, Moony...'
'Good,' Remus repeats mindlessly, arms moving up to wrap around Sirius. His
hands stroke Sirius' back, warm calluses against smooth, sweat-sheened skin.
'Sirius...'
'Hard,' says Sirius. 'You're so hard.' He kisses Remus again, not so languid this time, hips twisting against
hips and Remus gasping despite himself, legs falling open under Sirius' weight,
lifting to twine around his waist. Sirius moves his mouth to Remus' throat, his shoulder,
tasting it all, and the air around them grows heavy with the scent of fresh sweat, hot
and urgent.
'Touch me.' Remus pants and thrusts harder, sweeter, belly slick
with pre-come against Sirius'. 'Touch both of us...'
Both of them. Fuck. Yes. Sirius lifts himself and angles forward, jutting
his elbow out and taking his own prick in hand, rubbing its leaking head against
Remus', again and again, until Remus makes a sound somewhere between a
growl and a whine, angry and pleading all at once.
'Fuck, Sirius--' Remus bucks, bringing his own hands to Sirius' arse,
pulling him down again, raising his hips so that Sirius' wet knuckles and cock
glide past his prick. 'Yeah, there--'
And Sirius relents--lets go of his own cock and wraps his hand around them
both, almost too tight and almost too good, too good for this to last, jerking
them both off with a fast, hard rhythm. His fingers can't meet around their joint
circumference. Nearly slipping. Remus is clutching his shoulders and
fucking into his grip, wet hard slide again and again and sweet, so sweet,
throwing his head back and groaning when Sirius does it faster, does it better.
'Harder,' Remus half-gasps, and then he's helping out, bringing his one of
his own hands down, his fingers lacing with Sirius' and completing the circle,
surrounding them, holding them. 'Harder, please, Sirius,' and Sirius
complies, pressing his mouth to Remus' shoulder and fucking, driving his
hips forward and feeling the bed creak beneath them, the sheets shift and rustle, Remus' thighs tightening around his hips. His balls rub Remus', heavy and
sweat-damp and good, slick skin against skin Remus' moans in his ear
Remus' cock against his own fuck
yes Moony yes--
Sirius comes long after he knows he will, feeling it build in his balls,
feeling it curl and wind tight in his belly, a hot, maddening buzz. His hips
jerk as he sees Remus' eyes widen under him, Remus' muscles clench as if for
a leap--
Now going to come now going to come now Moony now--
He hears Remus gasp, feels the hot splash against his knuckles, against his
own cock, and curls his hand tighter because Remus' cock is softer now,
getting softer, half-hard and slippery and Remus has come already but he's still
moaning, damn it, still moaning like he's enjoying it, like he'll harden again
and come again if Sirius keeps doing this, if Sirius doesn't come now, doesn't
come quick, doesn't come now Moony now Moony yes--
'Fuck!' he shouts, emptying his balls in a dizzying, blinding rush--driving
hard into his own fist, Remus' fist, both their fists and shooting pulse after
pulse onto Moony's softening cock, feeling it twitch against his own, feeling
Moony twist and moan beneath him.
'Sirius--'
'Fuck, yeah.' He barely manages to steady himself on the bed, his remaining
hand twisting in the sheets and his arm shaking with the effort of holding
himself up, of not falling onto Remus. He lets his elbow collapse and falls beside
Remus instead. He can't breathe. His cock feels like it's still pulsing.
'Sirius...'
'Hmmm.' His mind is gone. Interesting effect of orgasm, that. Not unlike a
Stun spell. Pity they can't fight the Death Eaters with this.
'Padfoot.'
'Hmmm.' Remus appears to be telling him something. Sirius tries to
translate it.
'Here.'
Sirius realises that his other hand is still in the wet come on Remus'
stomach, smoothing it absently, and that the annoyingly cottony brush against
his fingers is a handful of sheets that Remus is using to clean them both. Remus
is smiling, which makes Sirius wants to kiss him, and Remus' cock is glazed with
come, which makes Sirius want to lick it.
He pauses, caught between two contradictory choices--but when Remus
finishes cleaning himself and tosses away the sheets, Sirius is left only with
the first. He leans over for a kiss.
Remus responds, for a few warm, lazy moments, before he realises that the
hand Sirius has on his stomach is inching down again.
'You're incorrigible,' Remus laughs, stopping it with a quick hand of his
own--and Sirius stares down at it reproachfully, deciding to check if his mind
is capable of speech again.
'Sound like McGonagall,' he manages, and is proud that it's almost a complete
sentence. Even if his voice is rather hoarse.
'McGonagall never got you off,' Remus retorts, then shudders delicately. 'At
least I hope not.'
'Prat.' He's too tired to get hard again, but he might just manage it if Remus doesn't stop smiling
like that, doesn't stop shifting over to Sirius on the bed until they're pressed
close once more. Remus' warm leg drapes over his own.
'Pot, meet kettle.' Remus settles closer, cracking a tired yawn. 'We're supposed to be at today's
meeting in two hours. Moody's not going to like
it if we're late again.'
Moody can bugger himself with his constantly vigilant wand, Sirius
wants to say, but his tongue can't quite handle that right now. Instead, his mouth
manages: 'Sleep.'
Remus snorts, but his hand is gentle when it curves around the back of
Sirius' neck, stroking slowly. 'Hypocrite. Moody'll know who to blame, you know.
He always does.'
Damn it, Sirius thinks. He'll have to 'volunteer' as target practice for one of Moody's
training sessions again. Stun spells, here we come.
Well. He closes his eyes and nudges his nose against Remus' shoulder,
breathing in his warmth. So to speak.
FIN
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