Fic: Turn About Is Fair Play
Title: Turn About Is Fair Play
Author: rjlblack
Pairings: Remus/Sirius
Word Count: 1673
Rating: NC-17, PWP
Disclaimer: the usual. obviously not jkr's.
Warnings: boysex
Summary: I had a good experience with remixing a franticbabbles story before (see Lust Soaked Fog), so I'm trying it again. This one is a continuation of the final scene of This One, a franticbabbles first-time fic in which Remus tops. I was disturbed at first because in that story, Sirius kind of freaks out and cries, even though he wants it. So to make it up to him, I picked up where that story ends and had them switch places and have a better time in the second go-round. Certain references in my fic will make more sense if you read "This One" directly beforehand.
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Remus snuggles into Sirius's chest and they drift pleasantly for a long time. Every now and then, Sirius leans in and kisses the edge of Remus's ear, and Remus gives a contented little sigh.
Sunbeams are peaking through the bedcurtains, gilding Remus's hair in a most fascinating way, when Sirius nudges him and murmurs, "So, about that research...."
A yawn ends in a snicker as Remus turns to meet Sirius's gaze. The drowsy repletion on his face gives him the look of the cat who swallowed the niffler. Sirius's heart swells at the thought that he's brought Remus this rare and precious peace, and he swears to himself that he will try to create this state of grace as often as possible.
"Let's do it again," he whispers, surprising himself.
Remus nods. "Your turn next."
"No... I mean... you do me again." He touches his fingers to the sun-warm halo at the edges of Remus's shaggy hair, ignoring the incredulous look on the other boy's face.
"But why--"
"I want to get it right." Remus frowns at this, but Sirius forges ahead. "No, I mean, now I know what to expect, I can relax better. And besides, I want to see you looking like--" he breaks off, reddening.
Remus waits. Sirius cuts his eyes at him, then huffs out his breath. "You'll think I've gone all girly, but... but you looked like an angel, all right?" He puts an embarrassed hand over his face. When no laughter is forthcoming, he peeks through his fingers.
Remus is staring at him, open-mouthed. Sirius can see the protest forming behind his eyes. "Don't you dare call yourself a Dark creature," he orders. "And don't say you must be a fallen angel or any bollocks like that. When you were above me..." he swallows, and reaches to brush the curve of Remus's cheek. "When you were in me, when you were coming... merlin, you were an angel! You are an angel. C'mere, Angel." A dumbfounded Remus allows himself to be gathered close and kissed softly.
"Let's put you in heaven again," Sirius whispers against his lips, but he feels Remus shaking his head.
"Padfoot, no. I made you cry... I won't be able to enjoy myself again if I think I'm hurting you."
Sirius squeezes him in frustration. "You didn't hurt me, I swear! Well okay, it felt really strange, and it hurt a little bit at first... but I could tell it would feel really good once I got used to it." He takes Remus's hand, twines their fingers together. "C'mon, help me get used to it," he grins slyly.
Remus is caught up in that magnetic smile. He shakes his head as if to clear it. "Prove to me that it didn't hurt," he says firmly. "I want to feel what you felt. I want to see what you saw. I won't do it again until you do me first." They glare at each other stubbornly for a moment. Then the utter absurdity of their stand-off hits them both at the same time, and Remus knows the sudden grin on Sirius's face is reflected on his own.
"All right then, Mister Moony. Turn about is fair play, yeah?"
Remus finds himself suddenly on his back with Sirius mouthing his neck. "Now, about that research," Sirius smiles against his ear. "Tell me, please, exactly what you felt. I want details."
It's difficult to formulate coherent thoughts with Sirius nibbling on him like this, but Remus is nothing if not helpful to a fellow researcher. "Oh. Ah. Well. It was. It was really hot."
"Hot, yesss," Sirius breathes on a nipple, hotly.
"And sort of slidy-smooth. Slippery."
"Slippery, yeah." Sirius has slicked his hand with the oil. He's tracing tiny circles on Remus's belly.
"And, um. Really tight." Remus can't help bucking his hips, trying to draw Sirius's hand lower.
"Tight?" Sirius gives in and squeezes him.
"Gah! Uh. Yeah. Like your mouth on me... only more. Much more," he sighs.
Warm mouth, clever tongue, slippery fingers are laving him into a buzzing trance, so it seems like the most natural thing in the world when he feels the warm tip of Sirius's cock pressing against his entrance.
"I love you, Moony." He's in Sirius's arms now, lips press his own as cock presses below; he feels as if he is being embraced in a whole-body kiss. "I love you, Padfoot," Remus murmurs into Sirius's mouth, breath hitching as he is entered.
Sirius is only a little way in, and he feels enormous to Remus. He wills himself to loosen, to stretch. He thinks somewhat deliriously, Sirius Black's cock is inside of me. The thought is so gorgeous that the pressure suddenly seems to transform from discomfort into titillation, and he finds himself pressing forward to draw Sirius in deeper.
He opens his eyes at Sirius's gasp and sees the grey eyes dilated, an unfocused gaze washing over him. "Moony," Sirius chokes. "Does it hurt?"
In answer, he rocks forward, slowly, deliberately. Sirius gives a half-sob, quivers against his own drive to thrust. "Promise," he hisses, "Swear I'm not hurting you."
"Sirius, look at me," Remus cups the other boy's cheek. "I swear it doesn't hurt. It feels really good." His voice lowers to a rough whisper."I think I've been waiting for this my whole life."
"Remus, ohgod," Sirius moans. His eyes flutter shut and he allows himself to slide home at last, as Remus arches in welcome. They rock together slowly, clinging tight: back...and...forth. back...and...forth.
"How ...ahh... how does it feel?" Remus asks. Sirius whimpers, and Remus huffs laughter against his neck.
"Fucking incredible," Sirius groans.
"Yeah," Remus agrees, smiling hugely. "Doesn't it?" He rolls his hips, and is rewarded by Sirius's surprised whoop.
Deeper now, and more smoothly, Sirius moves back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. He reaches down to grasp Remus's hips, and suddenly the other boy is crying out and quaking in his arms.
"What? What's the matter? What did I do?" he freezes in panic.
Remus is shaking, but it's with breathless, excited laughter. "Oh my god, you found it! Sirius-- the sweet spot from The Book! Quick, do it again!" Sirius stares at him, mind reeling, as Remus grinds helplessly, pleadingly against him. "More! Oh! Please, more!" A bite on the lower lip shocks Sirius back into motion and he begins to thrust in earnest.
Remus keeps up an instinctive rhythm, in a state of suspended shock. He's wanted this, yes, dreamed of it furtively and then openly since the age of thirteen. Still, he hadn't expected his first time to feel this good. He's almost guilty that Sirius has found his sweet spot, after he left the other boy in tears. He tries to chastise himself, but the ongoing bursts of pleasure are melting his brain. He feels burned clean by the deep friction of Sirius's cock, each stroke a blessing. Above him, Sirius is wild-haired, sweating, muscles clenching, features touched by ecstasy. He looks like a god. Remus thinks he might die of pleasure, and when Sirius's eyes meet his, the tenderness in his gaze sends Remus right over the edge. "Angel," Sirius breathes against his forehead. "Yeah, Moony, c'mon... c'mon..." And then their stomachs are glazed with Remus's warm come, the thick fluid running ticklish down his ribs.
Smoky amber eyes, tumbled hair, silvery scars glinting against rosy, semen-damp skin -- it's a heart-stopping sight. A huge, doggy grin steals over Sirius's face as he watches and feels Moony's shivery aftershocks. I made him come! he exults. He can feel his own climax approaching; Remus's still-spasming muscles are squeezing his cock erratically, and Remus's fingers are tangled in his hair. One stroke, two strokes... and then Sirius's hips are slamming forward hard, pulsing wetness deep into the other boy's body. He stiffens for a long moment, suspended in time and space, then collapses bonelessly onto Remus's chest.
How, Sirius wonders, can there be so much more to discover in the country that is Remus? He's been a highly observant Moony-watcher for years, and an extremely thorough Moony-explorer for months. And yet now he's found this whole new dimension to Remus's body and the way it can merge with his own, new inner territories of flesh and heart to chart, unfathomably deep wells of Remus essence to drink from. He will happily spend the rest of his life traversing this homeland.
Hours later, it seems, a smiling voice registers in Sirius's consciousness. "Well, I suppose you're pleased with yourself, Mister Padfoot."
"Mmmmmm!" he agrees, stretching like a cat and giving a bone-cracking yawn. He rolls onto his side and props his chin in his hand. Moony's warm gaze slides over him like sunlight.
"Beginner's luck, you reckon?" Remus laughs.
"Nah, I'm a natural!" Sirius puffs. "Let it be written in the record-books that Sirius Black's very first buggering of Remus Lupin resulted in an enormous orgasm. Actually, two enormous orgasms, one apiece. I'll be happy to give autographs, once I've recovered enough to hold a quill."
"And who will you sign autographs for? James? Peter?" Remus peeks through the gap in the curtains at James's quidditch clock. "They'll be back in an hour. Will we let them find us in this autograph-worthy condition, or shall we take a shower?"
Sirius licks his index finger, and traces "S.B." across Remus's sticky belly. "There, I've signed you. You're mine forever, now."
"I'm yours forever, anyway, Padfoot." Remus's soft brown eyes are crinkling at the corners, and Sirius thinks that forever will hardly be half long enough.
Author: rjlblack
Pairings: Remus/Sirius
Word Count: 1673
Rating: NC-17, PWP
Disclaimer: the usual. obviously not jkr's.
Warnings: boysex
Summary: I had a good experience with remixing a franticbabbles story before (see Lust Soaked Fog), so I'm trying it again. This one is a continuation of the final scene of This One, a franticbabbles first-time fic in which Remus tops. I was disturbed at first because in that story, Sirius kind of freaks out and cries, even though he wants it. So to make it up to him, I picked up where that story ends and had them switch places and have a better time in the second go-round. Certain references in my fic will make more sense if you read "This One" directly beforehand.
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Remus snuggles into Sirius's chest and they drift pleasantly for a long time. Every now and then, Sirius leans in and kisses the edge of Remus's ear, and Remus gives a contented little sigh.
Sunbeams are peaking through the bedcurtains, gilding Remus's hair in a most fascinating way, when Sirius nudges him and murmurs, "So, about that research...."
A yawn ends in a snicker as Remus turns to meet Sirius's gaze. The drowsy repletion on his face gives him the look of the cat who swallowed the niffler. Sirius's heart swells at the thought that he's brought Remus this rare and precious peace, and he swears to himself that he will try to create this state of grace as often as possible.
"Let's do it again," he whispers, surprising himself.
Remus nods. "Your turn next."
"No... I mean... you do me again." He touches his fingers to the sun-warm halo at the edges of Remus's shaggy hair, ignoring the incredulous look on the other boy's face.
"But why--"
"I want to get it right." Remus frowns at this, but Sirius forges ahead. "No, I mean, now I know what to expect, I can relax better. And besides, I want to see you looking like--" he breaks off, reddening.
Remus waits. Sirius cuts his eyes at him, then huffs out his breath. "You'll think I've gone all girly, but... but you looked like an angel, all right?" He puts an embarrassed hand over his face. When no laughter is forthcoming, he peeks through his fingers.
Remus is staring at him, open-mouthed. Sirius can see the protest forming behind his eyes. "Don't you dare call yourself a Dark creature," he orders. "And don't say you must be a fallen angel or any bollocks like that. When you were above me..." he swallows, and reaches to brush the curve of Remus's cheek. "When you were in me, when you were coming... merlin, you were an angel! You are an angel. C'mere, Angel." A dumbfounded Remus allows himself to be gathered close and kissed softly.
"Let's put you in heaven again," Sirius whispers against his lips, but he feels Remus shaking his head.
"Padfoot, no. I made you cry... I won't be able to enjoy myself again if I think I'm hurting you."
Sirius squeezes him in frustration. "You didn't hurt me, I swear! Well okay, it felt really strange, and it hurt a little bit at first... but I could tell it would feel really good once I got used to it." He takes Remus's hand, twines their fingers together. "C'mon, help me get used to it," he grins slyly.
Remus is caught up in that magnetic smile. He shakes his head as if to clear it. "Prove to me that it didn't hurt," he says firmly. "I want to feel what you felt. I want to see what you saw. I won't do it again until you do me first." They glare at each other stubbornly for a moment. Then the utter absurdity of their stand-off hits them both at the same time, and Remus knows the sudden grin on Sirius's face is reflected on his own.
"All right then, Mister Moony. Turn about is fair play, yeah?"
Remus finds himself suddenly on his back with Sirius mouthing his neck. "Now, about that research," Sirius smiles against his ear. "Tell me, please, exactly what you felt. I want details."
It's difficult to formulate coherent thoughts with Sirius nibbling on him like this, but Remus is nothing if not helpful to a fellow researcher. "Oh. Ah. Well. It was. It was really hot."
"Hot, yesss," Sirius breathes on a nipple, hotly.
"And sort of slidy-smooth. Slippery."
"Slippery, yeah." Sirius has slicked his hand with the oil. He's tracing tiny circles on Remus's belly.
"And, um. Really tight." Remus can't help bucking his hips, trying to draw Sirius's hand lower.
"Tight?" Sirius gives in and squeezes him.
"Gah! Uh. Yeah. Like your mouth on me... only more. Much more," he sighs.
Warm mouth, clever tongue, slippery fingers are laving him into a buzzing trance, so it seems like the most natural thing in the world when he feels the warm tip of Sirius's cock pressing against his entrance.
"I love you, Moony." He's in Sirius's arms now, lips press his own as cock presses below; he feels as if he is being embraced in a whole-body kiss. "I love you, Padfoot," Remus murmurs into Sirius's mouth, breath hitching as he is entered.
Sirius is only a little way in, and he feels enormous to Remus. He wills himself to loosen, to stretch. He thinks somewhat deliriously, Sirius Black's cock is inside of me. The thought is so gorgeous that the pressure suddenly seems to transform from discomfort into titillation, and he finds himself pressing forward to draw Sirius in deeper.
He opens his eyes at Sirius's gasp and sees the grey eyes dilated, an unfocused gaze washing over him. "Moony," Sirius chokes. "Does it hurt?"
In answer, he rocks forward, slowly, deliberately. Sirius gives a half-sob, quivers against his own drive to thrust. "Promise," he hisses, "Swear I'm not hurting you."
"Sirius, look at me," Remus cups the other boy's cheek. "I swear it doesn't hurt. It feels really good." His voice lowers to a rough whisper."I think I've been waiting for this my whole life."
"Remus, ohgod," Sirius moans. His eyes flutter shut and he allows himself to slide home at last, as Remus arches in welcome. They rock together slowly, clinging tight: back...and...forth. back...and...forth.
"How ...ahh... how does it feel?" Remus asks. Sirius whimpers, and Remus huffs laughter against his neck.
"Fucking incredible," Sirius groans.
"Yeah," Remus agrees, smiling hugely. "Doesn't it?" He rolls his hips, and is rewarded by Sirius's surprised whoop.
Deeper now, and more smoothly, Sirius moves back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. He reaches down to grasp Remus's hips, and suddenly the other boy is crying out and quaking in his arms.
"What? What's the matter? What did I do?" he freezes in panic.
Remus is shaking, but it's with breathless, excited laughter. "Oh my god, you found it! Sirius-- the sweet spot from The Book! Quick, do it again!" Sirius stares at him, mind reeling, as Remus grinds helplessly, pleadingly against him. "More! Oh! Please, more!" A bite on the lower lip shocks Sirius back into motion and he begins to thrust in earnest.
Remus keeps up an instinctive rhythm, in a state of suspended shock. He's wanted this, yes, dreamed of it furtively and then openly since the age of thirteen. Still, he hadn't expected his first time to feel this good. He's almost guilty that Sirius has found his sweet spot, after he left the other boy in tears. He tries to chastise himself, but the ongoing bursts of pleasure are melting his brain. He feels burned clean by the deep friction of Sirius's cock, each stroke a blessing. Above him, Sirius is wild-haired, sweating, muscles clenching, features touched by ecstasy. He looks like a god. Remus thinks he might die of pleasure, and when Sirius's eyes meet his, the tenderness in his gaze sends Remus right over the edge. "Angel," Sirius breathes against his forehead. "Yeah, Moony, c'mon... c'mon..." And then their stomachs are glazed with Remus's warm come, the thick fluid running ticklish down his ribs.
Smoky amber eyes, tumbled hair, silvery scars glinting against rosy, semen-damp skin -- it's a heart-stopping sight. A huge, doggy grin steals over Sirius's face as he watches and feels Moony's shivery aftershocks. I made him come! he exults. He can feel his own climax approaching; Remus's still-spasming muscles are squeezing his cock erratically, and Remus's fingers are tangled in his hair. One stroke, two strokes... and then Sirius's hips are slamming forward hard, pulsing wetness deep into the other boy's body. He stiffens for a long moment, suspended in time and space, then collapses bonelessly onto Remus's chest.
How, Sirius wonders, can there be so much more to discover in the country that is Remus? He's been a highly observant Moony-watcher for years, and an extremely thorough Moony-explorer for months. And yet now he's found this whole new dimension to Remus's body and the way it can merge with his own, new inner territories of flesh and heart to chart, unfathomably deep wells of Remus essence to drink from. He will happily spend the rest of his life traversing this homeland.
Hours later, it seems, a smiling voice registers in Sirius's consciousness. "Well, I suppose you're pleased with yourself, Mister Padfoot."
"Mmmmmm!" he agrees, stretching like a cat and giving a bone-cracking yawn. He rolls onto his side and props his chin in his hand. Moony's warm gaze slides over him like sunlight.
"Beginner's luck, you reckon?" Remus laughs.
"Nah, I'm a natural!" Sirius puffs. "Let it be written in the record-books that Sirius Black's very first buggering of Remus Lupin resulted in an enormous orgasm. Actually, two enormous orgasms, one apiece. I'll be happy to give autographs, once I've recovered enough to hold a quill."
"And who will you sign autographs for? James? Peter?" Remus peeks through the gap in the curtains at James's quidditch clock. "They'll be back in an hour. Will we let them find us in this autograph-worthy condition, or shall we take a shower?"
Sirius licks his index finger, and traces "S.B." across Remus's sticky belly. "There, I've signed you. You're mine forever, now."
"I'm yours forever, anyway, Padfoot." Remus's soft brown eyes are crinkling at the corners, and Sirius thinks that forever will hardly be half long enough.