Fic: "After" (Remus/Sirius, NC-17)
For remeciel, something rather longer than a drabble. Hope you enjoy it!
Title: "After"
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Rimming, Felching, Come-swapping
His head was pounding, and he wondered sex was supposed to make you want to crack your head open to relieve the pressure. Then again, he might very well have cracked his head open during sex and the exposed brain matter was complaining about how hot it was. In the room. The sex- well, fuck, the sex was enough to give him a throbbing headache so it was pretty fucking hot too.
He must have made some kind of noise that he couldn't hear over the drumbeat between his ears because Remus murmured something that may have been a question to the back of his head. Sirius carefully, for fear of spilling his brains over the pillow, turned his head then blew at the locks of hair covering his face. They fluttered weakly then feel back to obscure his vision and tickle his nose. He considered trying again, but decided that he really didn't care and that his lips were too tired.
God, Remus had made him suck his cock for hours... or at least a good fifteen minutes. Never quite long enough for Sirius. He loved the taste of Remus' cock and his come, loved the way his mouth had stretch to accommodate his girth, loved the ache in his jaw, loved the sudden surges into his throat that made him choke, loved letting Remus have complete control of him.
"Sirius?" His name was spoken against the back of his head, making a shiver run down his spine.
"Hmm?"
"Not dead yet, are you?" Remus chuckled quietly, shifting his weight off of Sirius' back, making the softening cock in his arse slip enough that Sirius clenched down around it, wanting nothing more than to keep himself full.
Remus groaned and Sirius took this as his cue to answer, "Not yet. Have to try harder next time, Moony." He managed to shake away enough of his hair to ensure his Irresistible Black SmirkTM was visible.
"And what makes you think this time is over, Padfoot?" Placing his hands on either side of Sirius' arse, Remus spread Sirius open as he slowly slid his cock out. Sirius whined as he was held open, his skin overly tender from the brutal slams of Remus' cock. But there was suddenly something warm and wet probing at him. He tried to turn around but hadn’t the energy to waste when the slick circling of his arse was accompanied by a feral growl.
"Mo-moony?" Sirius wasn't entirely sure what was happening other than his skin was beginning to glow again and his head throb and his arse... oh god, it was like he was being- Licked. Remus was licking him. After.
He whimpered, his eyes rolling back into his head at the combination of feelings that Remus' tongue was stroking into him and the mere idea of having Remus lick his own come out of his arse. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Jesus..."
Remus tipped his head to one side, head resting against one cheek, as he laughed, the breath rushing over his damp, exposed hole. "Already fucked you. And Jesus had nothing to do with it."
Sirius could only groan in response because the tongue was back, working its way into his arse, circling and probing. He felt Remus press his face completely between his cheeks, then he had to bite into the pillow to keep from shouting. It seemed as though all of the nerves, all the points of pleasure, around his pucker were being drawn to near painful pleasure at the same time. Only an odd slurping noise made him understand that Remus was sucking at his arse. Sucking his arsehole. After.
He started to shudder then, hips rocking mindlessly, mostly limp cock dragging across the damp sheets where he had spilled only minutes, or was it hours before. The lingering glow of his earlier orgasm rekindled, washing his body with heat. He let his chest and back go limp, arse high to Remus' hungry mouth, letting him use him, drag out the pleasure. It wasn't an orgasm, there was no release, but rather his body seemed to vibrate with sweet arousal, sensations at once gentle and demanding rippling through him.
When Remus finally pulled away, Sirius couldn't even muster any ability to consciously moan to him, though drawn out sounds of pleasure had been pouring from his mouth since Remus started. But he let himself be rolled to his side and he pried one eye open. He was facing Remus whose cheeks were uncharacteristically flushed and lips damp.
Sirius attempted to speak, to tell him how much he loved him, how amazing of a fuck he was, how much he would beg and plead and stop putting Muggle mouse traps in Peter’s shoes just to get Remus to do that again. But what came out wasn’t exactly what he had hoped. “Guhnnerhyaa.”
Remus simply quirked an eyebrow at this less than eloquent comment then kissed him firmly, and Sirius parted his lips without thought. Remus’ tongue surged into his mouth, tasting of come and something headier. Sirius sucked greedily at his tongue, pulling off the ambrosial wetness that clung to it. Remus’ tongue worked deeper into his mouth, fucking it in slow pulses until Sirius’ hearing began to fade, heat prickling at the back of his neck. Though he didn’t want to, his self-preservation made him break the kiss to gasp for air.
Remus’ fingers stroked the hair back from his face, catching even the small strands that clung to his mouth, and tucked it behind his ear. Sirius’ eyelids fluttered as he tried to open his eyes and focus on Remus’ face but he soon gave up, settling for focusing instead on the rhythmic caresses as Remus continued to comb his strong fingers through his hair.
He smiled softly and after a few false starts was able to speak. “Dead now. Happy dead… fucked t’death. S’best way to go.”
Remus chuckled but agreed. “Yes. The best way to go. With my cock or tongue in your arse."
"And dead happy."
"Right. And dead happy too."
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Title: "After"
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Rimming, Felching, Come-swapping
His head was pounding, and he wondered sex was supposed to make you want to crack your head open to relieve the pressure. Then again, he might very well have cracked his head open during sex and the exposed brain matter was complaining about how hot it was. In the room. The sex- well, fuck, the sex was enough to give him a throbbing headache so it was pretty fucking hot too.
He must have made some kind of noise that he couldn't hear over the drumbeat between his ears because Remus murmured something that may have been a question to the back of his head. Sirius carefully, for fear of spilling his brains over the pillow, turned his head then blew at the locks of hair covering his face. They fluttered weakly then feel back to obscure his vision and tickle his nose. He considered trying again, but decided that he really didn't care and that his lips were too tired.
God, Remus had made him suck his cock for hours... or at least a good fifteen minutes. Never quite long enough for Sirius. He loved the taste of Remus' cock and his come, loved the way his mouth had stretch to accommodate his girth, loved the ache in his jaw, loved the sudden surges into his throat that made him choke, loved letting Remus have complete control of him.
"Sirius?" His name was spoken against the back of his head, making a shiver run down his spine.
"Hmm?"
"Not dead yet, are you?" Remus chuckled quietly, shifting his weight off of Sirius' back, making the softening cock in his arse slip enough that Sirius clenched down around it, wanting nothing more than to keep himself full.
Remus groaned and Sirius took this as his cue to answer, "Not yet. Have to try harder next time, Moony." He managed to shake away enough of his hair to ensure his Irresistible Black SmirkTM was visible.
"And what makes you think this time is over, Padfoot?" Placing his hands on either side of Sirius' arse, Remus spread Sirius open as he slowly slid his cock out. Sirius whined as he was held open, his skin overly tender from the brutal slams of Remus' cock. But there was suddenly something warm and wet probing at him. He tried to turn around but hadn’t the energy to waste when the slick circling of his arse was accompanied by a feral growl.
"Mo-moony?" Sirius wasn't entirely sure what was happening other than his skin was beginning to glow again and his head throb and his arse... oh god, it was like he was being- Licked. Remus was licking him. After.
He whimpered, his eyes rolling back into his head at the combination of feelings that Remus' tongue was stroking into him and the mere idea of having Remus lick his own come out of his arse. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Jesus..."
Remus tipped his head to one side, head resting against one cheek, as he laughed, the breath rushing over his damp, exposed hole. "Already fucked you. And Jesus had nothing to do with it."
Sirius could only groan in response because the tongue was back, working its way into his arse, circling and probing. He felt Remus press his face completely between his cheeks, then he had to bite into the pillow to keep from shouting. It seemed as though all of the nerves, all the points of pleasure, around his pucker were being drawn to near painful pleasure at the same time. Only an odd slurping noise made him understand that Remus was sucking at his arse. Sucking his arsehole. After.
He started to shudder then, hips rocking mindlessly, mostly limp cock dragging across the damp sheets where he had spilled only minutes, or was it hours before. The lingering glow of his earlier orgasm rekindled, washing his body with heat. He let his chest and back go limp, arse high to Remus' hungry mouth, letting him use him, drag out the pleasure. It wasn't an orgasm, there was no release, but rather his body seemed to vibrate with sweet arousal, sensations at once gentle and demanding rippling through him.
When Remus finally pulled away, Sirius couldn't even muster any ability to consciously moan to him, though drawn out sounds of pleasure had been pouring from his mouth since Remus started. But he let himself be rolled to his side and he pried one eye open. He was facing Remus whose cheeks were uncharacteristically flushed and lips damp.
Sirius attempted to speak, to tell him how much he loved him, how amazing of a fuck he was, how much he would beg and plead and stop putting Muggle mouse traps in Peter’s shoes just to get Remus to do that again. But what came out wasn’t exactly what he had hoped. “Guhnnerhyaa.”
Remus simply quirked an eyebrow at this less than eloquent comment then kissed him firmly, and Sirius parted his lips without thought. Remus’ tongue surged into his mouth, tasting of come and something headier. Sirius sucked greedily at his tongue, pulling off the ambrosial wetness that clung to it. Remus’ tongue worked deeper into his mouth, fucking it in slow pulses until Sirius’ hearing began to fade, heat prickling at the back of his neck. Though he didn’t want to, his self-preservation made him break the kiss to gasp for air.
Remus’ fingers stroked the hair back from his face, catching even the small strands that clung to his mouth, and tucked it behind his ear. Sirius’ eyelids fluttered as he tried to open his eyes and focus on Remus’ face but he soon gave up, settling for focusing instead on the rhythmic caresses as Remus continued to comb his strong fingers through his hair.
He smiled softly and after a few false starts was able to speak. “Dead now. Happy dead… fucked t’death. S’best way to go.”
Remus chuckled but agreed. “Yes. The best way to go. With my cock or tongue in your arse."
"And dead happy."
"Right. And dead happy too."
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