FIC, NC17
Gift fic for glitterdemon, who is great. She suggested I post here, and what she says goes.
Title: Remus and Sirius Like to Have Sex... or something.
Author: devyn
Pairing: Very Sirius/Remus
Rating: NC17
This, Sirius reflects as Remus slams him against the wall and rips at his shirt, will never get old.
He smoothes Remus' hair away from his face and grins fondly at him until Remus gives up on getting his jeans open and simply grabs his arse and grinds them tightly together. Sirius' smile falters and he gasps, curling an arm around Remus' neck. Remus nips at his shoulder and pulls him even closer.
"Bed?" And Sirius doesn't know where these thoughts come from. He's perfectly happy -- his cock is perfectly happy -- right here against the wall. But Remus must agree, depressingly, because he pulls away just slightly and walks them backwards down the hall, three fingers anchored in Sirius' belt buckle and mouth attached to his neck. Sirius has a brief, delirious moment to be jealous of the fact that Remus never seems to trip over anything, and then they're in the bedroom and Sirius is flat on his back on the mattress.
Remus crawls over him until his face is level with the waistband of his trousers and he licks at the skin there experimentally. Sirius suddenly can't control his hips and Remus' laughter is a distant thing as he bucks up into air.
"Did you want something, Sirius?"
Sirius throws an arm over his eyes. "Remus."
"Yes?" His zipper's being eased down and for a second he loses his train of thought.
"Remus."
"Grab the headboard." His jeans are peeled from his body and the honey and smoke voice races across his hipbone, "Keep them there." He doesn't even try to stop the whimper.
"Fuck."
Another chuckle. "Not yet. I'm going to suck you first."
"Fuck." His hands flex around the wood of the headboard.
He only notices his pants are gone when he feels the cool air of the room hit his straining cock. He feels warm lips run over the crease between his thigh and pelvis, and he wants to sit up on his elbows and look, but he can't. It's not that he thinks Remus would stop if he let go of the headboard, he just doesn't want to test him. Remus, Sirius has learned, is an insufferable tease.
"Are you holding on?"
"Ye --" Sirius chokes around the S because he's been swallowed completely. Tight, wet heat and a clever tongue work him relentlessly and Sirius is fairly sure his sobbing. Remus scoots even closer and swallows and Sirius finds himself suddenly glad he has something to hold onto. His shoulder blades grind into the mattress as his hips grind upwards and into Remus' mouth. And Remus, wonderful, sweet Remus, only slips his hands under his arse and encourages him.
"Holy hell," he half whispers and digs his heels in, causing his head to hit against the very headboard he's clutching. Remus hums/laughs around his cock and Sirius doesn't even have time to scream as he comes long and hard down his throat.
"Oh, fuck. Oh, God." He's panting and grinning and Remus is pressing kisses up his stomach and chest. His face appears in front of him and Sirius smiles widely. Remus always gives the best head.
"Hi," he says.
"Hi," Remus says and removes one of Sirius' hands form the headboard and presses it against his own erection, still trapped inside his trousers.
"Did you need something?" Sirius mocks and Remus smirks before bending to bite a nipple. Sirius arches and his cock twitches. Again. Already. Remus is so inspiring. He moves his other hand to clutch in Remus' hair.
"Can I fuck you?" Remus asks before licking away the sting of his teeth. Sirius squirms and pushes Remus up into a sitting position. He follows and immediately lifts the t-shirt over Remus' head.
He makes quick work of getting Remus naked, his cock now fully in support of the idea. He grabs Remus' wand from the side table and accio's the lube, and is about to lay back on the sheets when Remus stops him. He pulls Sirius against his chest and kisses him, sloppy and consuming, the first proper kiss of the day and Sirius can taste himself and Remus together. His legs are arranged until he's straddling Remus' lap, Remus' cock nudging behind his balls.
"Just like this," he says as Sirius gasps and nods frantically.
Somehow -- Sirius is completely lost on the specifics as he ruts helplessly against Remus' stomach -- Remus gets a finger slick and slides it into Sirius. *The best part, the best part* Sirius' entire body chants and the finger moves in and out before there's another. Remus scissors them and melts Sirius' spine.
"Christ," he manages and hooks both arms around Remus' neck.
"Yeah. Yeah, lift up for me."
He isn't sure how he does it, his legs are jelly, but there are Remus' hands on his hips, guiding him down and --
The way Remus fills him hits every nerve, wakes up something new every time they do this. Sirius snaps his eyes open, flushes anew with the look on Remus' face. Remus has his eyes closed, cheeks rosy, and mouth dropped open like there's nothing left but Sirius holding him together.
"You -- Sirius, you're going to have to --"
And Sirius gets it right away. He pushes his knees down and angels his hips back, and then forward and he comes back down.
"Fuck! Fuck. Christ, Sirius." He loves the way Remus' voice crumbles on his name, so he does it again. This time it's more fluid and Remus adds a little thrust of his own, pushes his cock even deeper and hits that place inside Sirius that means bright white and sparks.
He throws his head back and Remus takes the opportunity to suck on his pulse point. Their rhythm gets harder and faster and Remus moves a hand to Sirius cock and starts stroking. He whimpers and slides his fingers into Remus' hair.
"I love this," Remus says against his throat. "I love you." Sirius moans his agreement. He thinks he could do this forever, still thinks it even as he thrusts down hard and comes all over their stomachs.
Remus makes a strangled sound, tips Sirius back until he gets the idea and wraps his legs around his waist. Sirius stares unseeingly at the ceiling as Remus pounds into him, rhythm shot. He angles his hips upwards and Remus goes deep once, twice more and then spills inside him.
He waits as Remus cools down on top of him, feeling his own breathing even out . It's impossible not to run his hands through the sweaty hair on Remus' head. He smiles at the groan of appreciation.
"So," he starts conversationally, "what brought that on?"
Remus shrugs against him, completely pliant in his arms. "I was bored."
Sirius smacks him.
And then tugs him up for a kiss.
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All comments welcome.
Title: Remus and Sirius Like to Have Sex... or something.
Author: devyn
Pairing: Very Sirius/Remus
Rating: NC17
This, Sirius reflects as Remus slams him against the wall and rips at his shirt, will never get old.
He smoothes Remus' hair away from his face and grins fondly at him until Remus gives up on getting his jeans open and simply grabs his arse and grinds them tightly together. Sirius' smile falters and he gasps, curling an arm around Remus' neck. Remus nips at his shoulder and pulls him even closer.
"Bed?" And Sirius doesn't know where these thoughts come from. He's perfectly happy -- his cock is perfectly happy -- right here against the wall. But Remus must agree, depressingly, because he pulls away just slightly and walks them backwards down the hall, three fingers anchored in Sirius' belt buckle and mouth attached to his neck. Sirius has a brief, delirious moment to be jealous of the fact that Remus never seems to trip over anything, and then they're in the bedroom and Sirius is flat on his back on the mattress.
Remus crawls over him until his face is level with the waistband of his trousers and he licks at the skin there experimentally. Sirius suddenly can't control his hips and Remus' laughter is a distant thing as he bucks up into air.
"Did you want something, Sirius?"
Sirius throws an arm over his eyes. "Remus."
"Yes?" His zipper's being eased down and for a second he loses his train of thought.
"Remus."
"Grab the headboard." His jeans are peeled from his body and the honey and smoke voice races across his hipbone, "Keep them there." He doesn't even try to stop the whimper.
"Fuck."
Another chuckle. "Not yet. I'm going to suck you first."
"Fuck." His hands flex around the wood of the headboard.
He only notices his pants are gone when he feels the cool air of the room hit his straining cock. He feels warm lips run over the crease between his thigh and pelvis, and he wants to sit up on his elbows and look, but he can't. It's not that he thinks Remus would stop if he let go of the headboard, he just doesn't want to test him. Remus, Sirius has learned, is an insufferable tease.
"Are you holding on?"
"Ye --" Sirius chokes around the S because he's been swallowed completely. Tight, wet heat and a clever tongue work him relentlessly and Sirius is fairly sure his sobbing. Remus scoots even closer and swallows and Sirius finds himself suddenly glad he has something to hold onto. His shoulder blades grind into the mattress as his hips grind upwards and into Remus' mouth. And Remus, wonderful, sweet Remus, only slips his hands under his arse and encourages him.
"Holy hell," he half whispers and digs his heels in, causing his head to hit against the very headboard he's clutching. Remus hums/laughs around his cock and Sirius doesn't even have time to scream as he comes long and hard down his throat.
"Oh, fuck. Oh, God." He's panting and grinning and Remus is pressing kisses up his stomach and chest. His face appears in front of him and Sirius smiles widely. Remus always gives the best head.
"Hi," he says.
"Hi," Remus says and removes one of Sirius' hands form the headboard and presses it against his own erection, still trapped inside his trousers.
"Did you need something?" Sirius mocks and Remus smirks before bending to bite a nipple. Sirius arches and his cock twitches. Again. Already. Remus is so inspiring. He moves his other hand to clutch in Remus' hair.
"Can I fuck you?" Remus asks before licking away the sting of his teeth. Sirius squirms and pushes Remus up into a sitting position. He follows and immediately lifts the t-shirt over Remus' head.
He makes quick work of getting Remus naked, his cock now fully in support of the idea. He grabs Remus' wand from the side table and accio's the lube, and is about to lay back on the sheets when Remus stops him. He pulls Sirius against his chest and kisses him, sloppy and consuming, the first proper kiss of the day and Sirius can taste himself and Remus together. His legs are arranged until he's straddling Remus' lap, Remus' cock nudging behind his balls.
"Just like this," he says as Sirius gasps and nods frantically.
Somehow -- Sirius is completely lost on the specifics as he ruts helplessly against Remus' stomach -- Remus gets a finger slick and slides it into Sirius. *The best part, the best part* Sirius' entire body chants and the finger moves in and out before there's another. Remus scissors them and melts Sirius' spine.
"Christ," he manages and hooks both arms around Remus' neck.
"Yeah. Yeah, lift up for me."
He isn't sure how he does it, his legs are jelly, but there are Remus' hands on his hips, guiding him down and --
The way Remus fills him hits every nerve, wakes up something new every time they do this. Sirius snaps his eyes open, flushes anew with the look on Remus' face. Remus has his eyes closed, cheeks rosy, and mouth dropped open like there's nothing left but Sirius holding him together.
"You -- Sirius, you're going to have to --"
And Sirius gets it right away. He pushes his knees down and angels his hips back, and then forward and he comes back down.
"Fuck! Fuck. Christ, Sirius." He loves the way Remus' voice crumbles on his name, so he does it again. This time it's more fluid and Remus adds a little thrust of his own, pushes his cock even deeper and hits that place inside Sirius that means bright white and sparks.
He throws his head back and Remus takes the opportunity to suck on his pulse point. Their rhythm gets harder and faster and Remus moves a hand to Sirius cock and starts stroking. He whimpers and slides his fingers into Remus' hair.
"I love this," Remus says against his throat. "I love you." Sirius moans his agreement. He thinks he could do this forever, still thinks it even as he thrusts down hard and comes all over their stomachs.
Remus makes a strangled sound, tips Sirius back until he gets the idea and wraps his legs around his waist. Sirius stares unseeingly at the ceiling as Remus pounds into him, rhythm shot. He angles his hips upwards and Remus goes deep once, twice more and then spills inside him.
He waits as Remus cools down on top of him, feeling his own breathing even out . It's impossible not to run his hands through the sweaty hair on Remus' head. He smiles at the groan of appreciation.
"So," he starts conversationally, "what brought that on?"
Remus shrugs against him, completely pliant in his arms. "I was bored."
Sirius smacks him.
And then tugs him up for a kiss.
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All comments welcome.