All Through the Night
Title: All Through the Night
Author: rjlblack
Rating: R
Word Count: 1360
Timeline: MWPP era, 7th year
Disclaimer: JKR owns the characters, not me.
Summary: The many ways and many hours in which the boys can be sweet and adorable. Fluff and sex. Inspired by the general idea of scarvesnhats, but not by any particular prompt. Credit to franticbabbles for James's quidditch clock.
11.00 pm, Gryffindor Common Room
How can a yawn be so damned adorable? Sirius wonders, watching Remus politely shield his mouth with one hand while rolling up his essay parchment with the other. Remus glances up, catches Sirius's gaze, and colors slightly. Sirius grins wide.
"Coming to bed, Moony?" His choice of words is deliberate. Remus's blush deepens, just as Sirius had hoped it would. He levers himself off the sofa and pulls Remus to his feet. And doesn't let go of his hand as they climb the stairs.
11.20 pm, Gryffindor 7th Year Boys Dormitory
James and Peter make no comment when Sirius, as a matter of course, slips under Remus's covers. They're used to it by now.
"Night, chaps," James announces to the darkened room. A chorus of good nights follows before the chamber settles into a peaceful silence.
Remus draws his curtains tight against the chill and turns into Sirius's waiting arms. The sheets have not yet warmed to their bodies, and he rubs his hands vigorously up and down his companion's back.
"You're frozen, Padfoot. But I suppose that's to be expected if you will hang out the window to catch falling leaves."
"Doesn't matter, got you to warm me up, haven't I?" Sirius smirks, squeezing tight.
"Oof. Not if you squeeze me to death, you silly mutt. There, that's better," he murmurs as Sirius unloops an arm and rests one hand over Remus's heart. Remus nuzzles his face into Sirius's hair and sighs contentedly.
Sirius loves that happy sigh with all his heart. "G'night, Moonykins," he whispers. An inelegant snort is his answer, but he stops it short with a gentle kiss.
Midnight
By 12:00 am, Remus is on his side with Sirius spooned behind him, arm wrapped tightly around his waist. They usually end up like this sooner or later.
Sirius is so grateful to be allowed to touch, to love. His naturally affectionate nature, suppressed so long by Black dignity, can finally be expressed by taking Remus into his arms. He loves Moony, and he loves to show him how much he loves him. He loves how Moony reacts to his embrace with whole-hearted approval, moving closer, sharing warmth.
Remus is so thankful to be held and cherished. After so many years of lycanthropic shame, he finds it incredible that anyone would love him, would want to hold him close. Padfoot's enthusiastic affection washes over him like a warm wave and he wants to bathe in it, swim in it, drown in it. He loves Padfoot, and he loves how the other boy's embrace makes him feel safe.
2:00 am
Remus suspects that Sirius is having one of those doggy dreams. His leg keeps kicking out, and he's making tiny muffled barking noises in the back of his throat. Probably chasing a dream squirrel, Remus thinks wryly. He turns in Sirius's arms and reaches up to stroke behind his ears. Sirius leans unconsciously into the petting, sighs, and relaxes back into a deep slumber.
4:12 am
A whimper pulls Sirius into drowsy consciousness. He reaches out in the dark, feels Remus's hands clenched in the sheets. The boy lies rigid, holding himself tightly as the wolf runs loose through his dreams. "Shhhh, Moony. S'okay, I'm here," he whispers into the other's ear. He peels Remus's fingers from the blanket edge and kisses both palms. Remus breathes deeply at last, and both boys slip back into dreamlessness with hands entwined.
6:25 am
Autumn dawn comes late and the dorm is still dark half an hour before James's quidditch clock is set to go off. But that doesn't mean everyone is asleep.
Sirius snuffles himself awake, and smiles to find himself wrapped around a skinny, slumbering werewolf. He drifts his lips over the back of Remus's neck just to feel the soft hairs there. Moony's murmur of satisfaction is enough to get his blood flowing south, and his second kiss is more purposeful.
"MMMMmmmmm," Remus sighs, stretching deliciously against Sirius's body. He reaches backward to run a hand along the other's thigh, draws the leg up and over his own hip. Sirius growls his approval. His rapidly filling cock is now pressed into the lovely curve of Moony's pyjama-clad arse. "Can I take these off?" he whispers. A brief nod from Remus, and Sirius sets about stripping them both as quickly as he can in the pre-dawn chill, tossing nightclothes to the end of the bed, then diving back into their warm nest with an anticipatory wriggle.
Moony is waiting with outstretched arms to gather him in for a proper morning kiss. He feels the tingle of the breath-freshening charm buzzing against the tingle of simply kissing Moony, and smiles at the sheer cleverness of his boyfriend. He nibbles his favorite spot along Remus's neck, savors the shiver that courses through the other boy. "Did you do a silencing spell?" he breathes against Moony's collarbone, and feels the assenting nod against his hair. "Good. 'Cos we've got just enough time for me to fuck you." Remus moans and pulls him up sharply for a hard kiss, reaching one-handed for the lube under the pillow.
Sirius marvels, as always, at how Remus's beautiful, willing body opens to his touch. He wishes he had more hands so he could touch him everywhere at once: deep inside, along his thick cock, over his fascinating scars, against his sweet lips, in his shaggy hair. He positions himself against the other's entrance, kisses him softly and deeply as he presses forward, feels Moony's legs tighten around his waist as he breaches the opening. He slides, a little deliriously, into the pulsing heat and begins to move against Moony's insistent upward thrusts.
Remus revels in the softness and hardness of Sirius, his soft smooth skin and soft breathy noises, his hard lean muscles and hard slick cock. He is a study in contrasts, his Padfoot, a bright-dark, sweet-wild, sage-mad puzzle. When they are joined together like this, Remus feels like a part of the puzzle, the missing piece found. Sirius shifts above him, thrusts against the magical spot deep within that makes Remus quake and gasp. He clenches around Sirius's cock, tightens his legs and arms around Sirius's slim body, buries his face against Sirius's hair. "Mine," he growls, "Mine... mine... you are mine."
"Moony...yes...gods." The hot wetness against his stomach, the spasms surrounding his cock, and perhaps most of all, the claim of ownership, push Sirius over the edge. A final thrust and he is emptying himself deep inside Remus's body. He feels Remus smooth possessive hands over his back and brush his hair back from his forehead as he floats in a dizzy afterglow.
7:00am
Warm and relaxed, they return to their spooning, drifting in a half-doze as the dorm begins to lighten. "I love you," Sirius whispers, knowing it will make Remus hum and cuddle closer. "Rubbish, you're just in it for shagging," Remus murmurs cheekily, earning himself a tickle-and-pinch.
"Get up, y'wanker! Get up, y'wanker! Get up, y'wanker!" James's quidditch clock, perhaps the most obnoxious timekeeper ever created, is blaring into the morning brightness. Swiftly, Sirius grabs balled-up fabric from the foot of the bed and lobs it through the curtains towards James's nightstand, knocking the clock to the floor.
"You'll pay for that, Padfoot," James threatens idly around a yawn, as he sets his clock to rights and turns off the alarm.
"How d'you know it wasn't Moony?" Sirius asks indignantly.
"Moony wouldn't have thrown his own pyjama bottoms," James smirks. He pitches the offending article back between Remus's curtains as the boy in question hides his embarrassed laughter in the pillow. "Here, Moony, do us a favor and put those on before you get up. Pete and I would appreciate it." Peter makes an amused noise of assent.
A blushing, laughing, post-coital Moony; a pair of cooperative and entertaining roommates, and a crisp autumn morning... Sirius can't ask for anything more. He bounces happily out of bed and into the sunshiny room.
"Oi!" James and Peter protest in unison.
"Now lads," Sirius scolds, Remus giggling behind him, "you didn't say anything about me putting on my pyjama bottoms."
-end-
Author: rjlblack
Rating: R
Word Count: 1360
Timeline: MWPP era, 7th year
Disclaimer: JKR owns the characters, not me.
Summary: The many ways and many hours in which the boys can be sweet and adorable. Fluff and sex. Inspired by the general idea of scarvesnhats, but not by any particular prompt. Credit to franticbabbles for James's quidditch clock.
11.00 pm, Gryffindor Common Room
How can a yawn be so damned adorable? Sirius wonders, watching Remus politely shield his mouth with one hand while rolling up his essay parchment with the other. Remus glances up, catches Sirius's gaze, and colors slightly. Sirius grins wide.
"Coming to bed, Moony?" His choice of words is deliberate. Remus's blush deepens, just as Sirius had hoped it would. He levers himself off the sofa and pulls Remus to his feet. And doesn't let go of his hand as they climb the stairs.
11.20 pm, Gryffindor 7th Year Boys Dormitory
James and Peter make no comment when Sirius, as a matter of course, slips under Remus's covers. They're used to it by now.
"Night, chaps," James announces to the darkened room. A chorus of good nights follows before the chamber settles into a peaceful silence.
Remus draws his curtains tight against the chill and turns into Sirius's waiting arms. The sheets have not yet warmed to their bodies, and he rubs his hands vigorously up and down his companion's back.
"You're frozen, Padfoot. But I suppose that's to be expected if you will hang out the window to catch falling leaves."
"Doesn't matter, got you to warm me up, haven't I?" Sirius smirks, squeezing tight.
"Oof. Not if you squeeze me to death, you silly mutt. There, that's better," he murmurs as Sirius unloops an arm and rests one hand over Remus's heart. Remus nuzzles his face into Sirius's hair and sighs contentedly.
Sirius loves that happy sigh with all his heart. "G'night, Moonykins," he whispers. An inelegant snort is his answer, but he stops it short with a gentle kiss.
Midnight
By 12:00 am, Remus is on his side with Sirius spooned behind him, arm wrapped tightly around his waist. They usually end up like this sooner or later.
Sirius is so grateful to be allowed to touch, to love. His naturally affectionate nature, suppressed so long by Black dignity, can finally be expressed by taking Remus into his arms. He loves Moony, and he loves to show him how much he loves him. He loves how Moony reacts to his embrace with whole-hearted approval, moving closer, sharing warmth.
Remus is so thankful to be held and cherished. After so many years of lycanthropic shame, he finds it incredible that anyone would love him, would want to hold him close. Padfoot's enthusiastic affection washes over him like a warm wave and he wants to bathe in it, swim in it, drown in it. He loves Padfoot, and he loves how the other boy's embrace makes him feel safe.
2:00 am
Remus suspects that Sirius is having one of those doggy dreams. His leg keeps kicking out, and he's making tiny muffled barking noises in the back of his throat. Probably chasing a dream squirrel, Remus thinks wryly. He turns in Sirius's arms and reaches up to stroke behind his ears. Sirius leans unconsciously into the petting, sighs, and relaxes back into a deep slumber.
4:12 am
A whimper pulls Sirius into drowsy consciousness. He reaches out in the dark, feels Remus's hands clenched in the sheets. The boy lies rigid, holding himself tightly as the wolf runs loose through his dreams. "Shhhh, Moony. S'okay, I'm here," he whispers into the other's ear. He peels Remus's fingers from the blanket edge and kisses both palms. Remus breathes deeply at last, and both boys slip back into dreamlessness with hands entwined.
6:25 am
Autumn dawn comes late and the dorm is still dark half an hour before James's quidditch clock is set to go off. But that doesn't mean everyone is asleep.
Sirius snuffles himself awake, and smiles to find himself wrapped around a skinny, slumbering werewolf. He drifts his lips over the back of Remus's neck just to feel the soft hairs there. Moony's murmur of satisfaction is enough to get his blood flowing south, and his second kiss is more purposeful.
"MMMMmmmmm," Remus sighs, stretching deliciously against Sirius's body. He reaches backward to run a hand along the other's thigh, draws the leg up and over his own hip. Sirius growls his approval. His rapidly filling cock is now pressed into the lovely curve of Moony's pyjama-clad arse. "Can I take these off?" he whispers. A brief nod from Remus, and Sirius sets about stripping them both as quickly as he can in the pre-dawn chill, tossing nightclothes to the end of the bed, then diving back into their warm nest with an anticipatory wriggle.
Moony is waiting with outstretched arms to gather him in for a proper morning kiss. He feels the tingle of the breath-freshening charm buzzing against the tingle of simply kissing Moony, and smiles at the sheer cleverness of his boyfriend. He nibbles his favorite spot along Remus's neck, savors the shiver that courses through the other boy. "Did you do a silencing spell?" he breathes against Moony's collarbone, and feels the assenting nod against his hair. "Good. 'Cos we've got just enough time for me to fuck you." Remus moans and pulls him up sharply for a hard kiss, reaching one-handed for the lube under the pillow.
Sirius marvels, as always, at how Remus's beautiful, willing body opens to his touch. He wishes he had more hands so he could touch him everywhere at once: deep inside, along his thick cock, over his fascinating scars, against his sweet lips, in his shaggy hair. He positions himself against the other's entrance, kisses him softly and deeply as he presses forward, feels Moony's legs tighten around his waist as he breaches the opening. He slides, a little deliriously, into the pulsing heat and begins to move against Moony's insistent upward thrusts.
Remus revels in the softness and hardness of Sirius, his soft smooth skin and soft breathy noises, his hard lean muscles and hard slick cock. He is a study in contrasts, his Padfoot, a bright-dark, sweet-wild, sage-mad puzzle. When they are joined together like this, Remus feels like a part of the puzzle, the missing piece found. Sirius shifts above him, thrusts against the magical spot deep within that makes Remus quake and gasp. He clenches around Sirius's cock, tightens his legs and arms around Sirius's slim body, buries his face against Sirius's hair. "Mine," he growls, "Mine... mine... you are mine."
"Moony...yes...gods." The hot wetness against his stomach, the spasms surrounding his cock, and perhaps most of all, the claim of ownership, push Sirius over the edge. A final thrust and he is emptying himself deep inside Remus's body. He feels Remus smooth possessive hands over his back and brush his hair back from his forehead as he floats in a dizzy afterglow.
7:00am
Warm and relaxed, they return to their spooning, drifting in a half-doze as the dorm begins to lighten. "I love you," Sirius whispers, knowing it will make Remus hum and cuddle closer. "Rubbish, you're just in it for shagging," Remus murmurs cheekily, earning himself a tickle-and-pinch.
"Get up, y'wanker! Get up, y'wanker! Get up, y'wanker!" James's quidditch clock, perhaps the most obnoxious timekeeper ever created, is blaring into the morning brightness. Swiftly, Sirius grabs balled-up fabric from the foot of the bed and lobs it through the curtains towards James's nightstand, knocking the clock to the floor.
"You'll pay for that, Padfoot," James threatens idly around a yawn, as he sets his clock to rights and turns off the alarm.
"How d'you know it wasn't Moony?" Sirius asks indignantly.
"Moony wouldn't have thrown his own pyjama bottoms," James smirks. He pitches the offending article back between Remus's curtains as the boy in question hides his embarrassed laughter in the pillow. "Here, Moony, do us a favor and put those on before you get up. Pete and I would appreciate it." Peter makes an amused noise of assent.
A blushing, laughing, post-coital Moony; a pair of cooperative and entertaining roommates, and a crisp autumn morning... Sirius can't ask for anything more. He bounces happily out of bed and into the sunshiny room.
"Oi!" James and Peter protest in unison.
"Now lads," Sirius scolds, Remus giggling behind him, "you didn't say anything about me putting on my pyjama bottoms."
-end-