Fic: Why Sirius Doesn't Bottom
A Remus/Sirius fic in which Sirius doesn't want to "bottom." (Harry Potter; Pre-Azkaban; NC-17)
Title: Why Sirius Doesn't Bottom
Rating: NC-17, I think.
Word Count: 2,565
Disclaimer: JK Rowling's characters, not mine.
Summary: Sirius doesn't make things easy for Remus when they decide to switch positions.
Notes: There was a discussion a while back on why Sirius is almost always on top. Here's my take on it.
July 1978
“Ready to do this?”
“Um, yes, sure.”
“Sirius?” asked Remus Lupin as he stared at his anxious boyfriend, Sirius Black.
Sirius, avoiding Remus’s stare, rubbed his neck nervously as he gazed at the bed in his small bedroom. “It’ll be okay?” he softly asked.
Remus smiled warmly and walked closer to Sirius. “Of course it will. And if you don’t like it, we won’t do it again. Honest.”
Sirius bit his plump bottom lip. “I don’t think I’m going to like it.”
Remus laughed. “But we haven’t done it yet. You don’t know that.”
“So you do want to do it?”
“Well, it’s only fair,” Remus explained shyly. “I mean, we’re equal partners in this relationship so that means we should both have equal, uh, rights or something?”
Sirius snorted. “Like the right to bugger my arse?”
Remus rolled his eyes. “Okay, maybe ‘rights’ is not the right word, but you know what I mean.” He pointed to himself and then at Sirius. “You did it to me, so now I do it to you. And I don’t mind my position, but I really would like to know what this feels like.”
Sirius and Remus had had sex for the first time only two weeks ago. In that experience-and all others thereafter-Sirius had been the only one who did any penetration. In other words, he had topped on all the occassions that they’d had sex, even though both young men had been clear about “taking turns” when they first discussed intimacy. Yesterday, after Sirius came inside Remus, Remus casually suggested that they switch positions the next time. Sirius agreed to it; he didn’t want to be selfish, and he felt it was fair that they take turns. Tonight, as soon as Remus declared he was staying over, he reminded Sirius of their arrangement. Sirius tensed; he still didn’t want to seem selfish, but he didn’t think it was fair that Remus wasn’t respecting Sirius’s wish to protect his arse.
Remus noticed Sirius’s nervousness. “Sirius, we don’t have to do it. I don’t want to force you to do something you don’t want to do.”
Sirius believed him, but he also knew that Remus did want to do this, and Sirius hardly denied Remus anything. “No, let’s. Just a quick question: does it hurt?”
Remus looked pensive for a few seconds before slowly shaking his head. “No.”
“No?”
Remus shrugged. “No. I don’t know. I mean, not really.”
Sirius’s eyes bore into Remus. “Not really? Then what, really?”
Remus looked confused. “I-”
Sirius waved his hand to silence Remus. “I forget you have a high threshold for pain with your condition and all. What’s only mildy painful to you might be bloody agonizing to me.”
“Sirius, it’s not like that,” said Remus firmly.
Sirius sighed and walked to the foot of the bed. He removed the shirt he wore and threw it across the room. He then unzipped his trousers.
Remus stood still.
“I’m sorry. I know I’m being a baby.” He extended his hand. “But come on; I want to.”
Remus remained put.
“Moony, please.”
“Can I have the bottle?” asked Remus, walking over and stopping less than a meter away. Sirius lifted the mattress and removed the lubricant bottle he hid there. He handed it to Remus. Remus placed it on the bed while he too undressed.
After they were both completely naked, Sirius looked expectedly at Remus. Remus motioned to the bed. “After you,” he said. Sirius swallowed and pushed himself back toward the headboard.
“Do you want to lie on your stomach or your back?” asked Remus.
“Oh, no. If we’re going to do this, I want to see you. I want to be face to face,” stated Sirius as he lay still on the bed, his hands clasped together on his bare, taut stomach.
Remus smiled. “Good; I want to see you too.” He straddled Sirius and opened the bottle. He squirted some on his hand and rubbed it on his very erect cock. His breathing quickened, and he looked at Sirius’s face, which was fastened on Remus’s penis. “What?”
Sirius looked up at Remus sitting on him and shook his head. “Nothing. Just, um, go slowly, okay?”
Remus stopped rubbing and nodded. “I will.”
“Seriously, Remus. I was gentle with you, remember?”
Remus pretended to look serious. “Yes, you were, Sirius. Very, very gentle.”
Sirius lightly punched Remus’s arm. “Get on with it, you prat.”
Remus raised himself slightly so Sirius could pull his legs from underneath him. Remus then slowly spread Sirius’s knees apart so that Sirius’s legs were on either side of him. Remus touched Sirius’s soft penis and looked a bit surprised that it wasn’t hard. “You okay here?” asked Remus hoarsely.
“I guess I’m a little nervous,” whispered Sirius, avoiding Remus’s gaze.
“We’ll work on it,” whispered Remus as he guided his cock closer to Sirius.
“Wait!” blurted Sirius.
Remus jumped back. “What?”
“A pillow! We need a pillow,” said Sirius quickly. He reached for a large, fluffy pillow and almost pushed it into Remus’s face. “Here, put this under me.”
“Why?”
“Like I did when we first . . . just wait.” Sirius placed the pillow under his arse, elevating it slightly too high. “Better access, no?”
“Uh, okay,” agreed Remus as he lightly brushed against Sirius. Sirius shut his eyes.
“Sirius?”
One grey eye looked up at Remus. “Huh?”
Remus, sweat wetting the hair on the front of his forehead, shook his head. “I, I can’t.”
“Can’t . . .?”
Remus sighed. “I mean I don’t, I can’t, I . . .”
Sirius shrugged, a quizzical look on his face. “Don’t? Can’t? Help me out here, Remus.”
“I don’t fit, Sirius!” shouted Remus exasperatedly.
Sirius scoffed. “Oh, come on, mate, don’t flatter yourself too much. I have a very good view of it from here.”
“Shut it, you wanker. I’m talking about you. You’re not relaxed so I can’t get in there, okay?”
“Oh.” Sirius looked down between them and then back up at Remus. “But I am relaxed.”
“No, you’re not. You’re tense down there; I can feel it. And I won’t be able to do this unless you stop that,” declared Remus in a somewhat scolding voice.
“What are you getting angry at me for?” asked Sirius defensively, a red flush appearing on his face.
“Because you’re not making this easy,” Remus shot back.
“Hey, it’s not my fault my arse is rejecting your cock,” snapped Sirius.
Remus swallowed hard. “Just shut up and hand me the bottle, please. I’m starting to turn blue here.”
Sirius reached to the nightstand on his right and grabbed the lubricant bottle, which he handed to Remus. “That’s only a myth, Moony,” laughed Sirius.
Remus coated three of his fingers. “I recall you having quite a convincing argument about it being nothing but fact a while back.”
Sirius said nothing to that. Then: “What are you going to do?”
“Fingers, just like you did to me, remember? Maybe this will loosen you up.” He looked at Sirius. “Ready to try again?”
“Sure.”
Remus smiled at Sirius as his fingers lightly grazed Sirius. But as he was about to insert one finger, Sirius’s shout of “Wait!” stopped him again.
“What now?”
“I have an idea. I think I should get on my stomach. See, that way I don’t know when it’s coming and I’ll be completely relaxed, and before you know it, bam, there it is.”
“How is that any different? You’re still going to feel my fingers first,” said a clearly annoyed Remus.
Sirius placed a hand on Remus’s shoulder. “Yes, Rem, but I won’t be able to see until that second, and right now, I’m tensing up as soon as I see your hand or anything else get close to me, you know?”
“I thought you were relaxed.”
“I lied.”
Remus rolled his eyes and got off the other boy. He sat back on his bent legs as he waited for Sirius to turn over. “Go ahead.”
Sirius winked at Remus and nodded. “This will work.” Sirius lay on his stomach with his head resting atop his folded arms.
“Comfortable?” asked Remus.
“Yes, sir,” responded Sirius.
Remus exhaled and spread Sirius’s legs. “Remember, relax and-”
“Wait! The pillow! We’re forgetting the pillow,” said Sirius as he grabbed the pillow. Remus wrenched the pillow away from Sirius’s hand. “Screw the pillow!” Remus threw it towards the door and touched Sirius’s legs, about to resume when:
“Hold it!” interrupted Sirius.
Remus threw his head back in frustration. “What the fuck, Sirius?”
“Should I get on all fours, instead? You know, make it easier for you?” asked Sirius over his shoulder.
Remus shook his head slowly. “You stopped making it easy for me when I suggested we come into the bedroom,” muttered Remus.
“Don’t be like that, Moony.” Sirius knelt on all fours and thrust his arse out. “How’s this?”
Remus stared without saying anything.
“Or should I lie back down?” He threw himself flat on his stomach again, shaking the entire bed. “Like this?” He then picked himself up again. “Or like this? Which is it, Remus?”
“I don’t care, Sirius, just pick one,” whispered Remus, his expression registering his exhaustion with the whole thing.
“I only want it to be good for you, Remus.”
“How is that ever going to be if you won’t fucking lie still and let me bugger you?”
Sirius, still on all fours, looked back at Remus. “Geez, someone’s nickname should be Moody instead.” He lay down once more. “Here, we’ll do it like this then. It always feels good when I do it like this with you.”
After a few seconds of complete silence and no movement, Sirius picked his head up and looked behind him. Remus sat on his bent legs and stared at the wall. “Remus?”
Remus looked at him. “Forget it. I lost it.” He pointed to his penis, which had held on as long as it could through Sirius’s indecisiveness but now remained limp in Remus’s hand, as beat as Remus himself felt.
Sirius turned over. He motioned Remus closer. “Come here.”
Remus shook his head. “No, forget it.”
“Come here,” commanded Sirius firmly.
“Sirius, no.”
“Give me your cock, Moony!” yelled Sirius as he sat up and wrapped his hand around Remus’s shaft.
Remus shut his eyes as Sirius stroked. “Shit.”
With one hand on Remus’s shoulder and the other on Remus’s cock, Sirius whispered, “Ready?”
Remus, breathing hard out of his open mouth, opened his eyes. “Are you?”
Sirius nodded and lay down on his back, spreading his legs wide. Remus stared at him and shook his head.
“What?”
“We’re not doing this right; that’s why you can’t relax,” said Remus quietly.
“What do you mean?” asked Sirius, his arms bent under his head.
“We’re too busy concentrating on it that we’re not enjoying ourselves. It’s never been this hard before because we always have a bit of fun before we get down to it,” explained Remus.
Sirius lifted himself on his elbows. “What do you mean ‘fun’?” Before he could say or ask anything else, Remus fell on Sirius and shut him up with a hard kiss to the lips. They kissed for a full minute before Remus trailed his tongue down Sirius’s jaw and neck. Sirius moaned and closed his eyes. Remus kissed Sirius’s broad chest and teasingly licked his nipples. Sirius thrust his hand into his boyfriend’s hair and wrapped his long legs tightly around his hips. As Remus gave his full attention to Sirius’s stomach, Sirius threw his head back and sighed in utter pleasure. “Moony, oh, Re-” he barely manged to say when he felt it. Remus was inside him.
“Sirius, look at me. Look at me,” whispered Remus as Sirius squirmed beneath him.
A gasping Sirius focused his eyes on Remus’s.
“Trust me, okay?”
Sirius slowly nodded before quickly trying to sit up. “Wait, wait. I have to go the loo. I have to.”
“Shh, no, you don’t,” consoled Remus as he gently pushed Sirius back down. “I know how it feels. Just breathe. Breathe.”
As Remus rubbed his stomach, Sirius steadied his breathing, his gaze never leaving Remus’s. “Does it hurt?” asked Remus as he continued rubbing.
Sirius shook his head.
Remus smiled. “Good. Do you want to continue?”
Sirius grinned up at him. “Sure.”
“You say stop, I’ll stop, okay?” Remus, holding himself up with his hands on either side of Sirius, thrust once and sharply inhaled. “Ohh.” He thrust again and moaned even louder.
Sirius, the initial pain he felt now subsiding, moved along with Remus. “Good, huh?”
Remus, his mouth hanging open as he pushed deeper, simply nodded. His eyes rolled back, and large beads of sweat cascaded down his neck and chest. He groaned and quickened his thrusts. Sirius held on to Remus’s arms as he matched Remus’s movements, his own pleasure gradually increasing. Sirius looked on as Remus lost himself completely. Although they had only had sex five previous times, Sirius had never seen Remus like this.
“Fuck!” Remus cried out.
“You can go faster,” urged Sirius. Remus did. Sirius, watching Remus intently, reached between his legs and stroked his own cock. He too began moaning. He continued staring at Remus’s face as he came hard and fast a mere seconds later.
Through half-lidded eyes, Remus looked down at a writhing Sirius and let out a loud cry as he came, gasping loudly and heavily. He immediately collapsed on Sirius. The boys panted as they tried to catch their breath. Remus rolled off Sirius and fell next to him.
“You didn’t tell me it was that good,” he said after a few seconds.
Sirius smiled. “You wouldn’t’ve believed me if I had.”
Remus moved his hair out of his sweat-stained forehead. “Bloody fantastic.”
Sirius laughed.
Remus faced Sirius. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
Sirius nodded. “Yes. It wasn’t bad.”
“It’s not, right?” asked Remus.
“It felt incredible towards the end when you were right there, you know?”
“Yeah. Did it hurt?”
“Not really,” said Sirius.
“You’ll be a bit sore tomorrow, but it’ll go away,” said Remus softly.
Sirius grinned. “Good. Now we can do it like this whenever you want.”
Remus shook his head. “Oh, no. That’s okay; we’ll stick to you being on top.”
Sirius wrinkled his brow. “What? Why?”
“I’m not going to go through all this trouble again just to bugger you.”
Sirius laughed. “That’s because I didn’t know what to expect.”
Remus remained firm in his decision. “No, seriously. There’s always too much drama with you.”
Sirius hit his boyfriend’s arm. “Moony!”
“I really don’t mind being the bottom. And maybe, someday, we’ll try it again; for now, let’s do it like before,” Remus declared. “But just so you know, this does not make me the girl.”
“I never said you were.”
Remus leaned close and kissed him. “Thanks, though.”
“Now that we’ve done that, we can move on to something new,” suggested Sirius.
“What?”
Sirius grinned widely. “Blowjobs! We haven’t done those yet.”
Remus snorted. “Oh, please. You’ll probably hex me with an Unforgiveable before you let my mouth anywhere near your thing.”
“Maybe not an Unforgiveable . . . ”
“Sirius-”
Sirius finished Remus’s sentence with a long kiss.
And that is why Sirius doesn’t bottom . . . much.
Title: Why Sirius Doesn't Bottom
Rating: NC-17, I think.
Word Count: 2,565
Disclaimer: JK Rowling's characters, not mine.
Summary: Sirius doesn't make things easy for Remus when they decide to switch positions.
Notes: There was a discussion a while back on why Sirius is almost always on top. Here's my take on it.
July 1978
“Ready to do this?”
“Um, yes, sure.”
“Sirius?” asked Remus Lupin as he stared at his anxious boyfriend, Sirius Black.
Sirius, avoiding Remus’s stare, rubbed his neck nervously as he gazed at the bed in his small bedroom. “It’ll be okay?” he softly asked.
Remus smiled warmly and walked closer to Sirius. “Of course it will. And if you don’t like it, we won’t do it again. Honest.”
Sirius bit his plump bottom lip. “I don’t think I’m going to like it.”
Remus laughed. “But we haven’t done it yet. You don’t know that.”
“So you do want to do it?”
“Well, it’s only fair,” Remus explained shyly. “I mean, we’re equal partners in this relationship so that means we should both have equal, uh, rights or something?”
Sirius snorted. “Like the right to bugger my arse?”
Remus rolled his eyes. “Okay, maybe ‘rights’ is not the right word, but you know what I mean.” He pointed to himself and then at Sirius. “You did it to me, so now I do it to you. And I don’t mind my position, but I really would like to know what this feels like.”
Sirius and Remus had had sex for the first time only two weeks ago. In that experience-and all others thereafter-Sirius had been the only one who did any penetration. In other words, he had topped on all the occassions that they’d had sex, even though both young men had been clear about “taking turns” when they first discussed intimacy. Yesterday, after Sirius came inside Remus, Remus casually suggested that they switch positions the next time. Sirius agreed to it; he didn’t want to be selfish, and he felt it was fair that they take turns. Tonight, as soon as Remus declared he was staying over, he reminded Sirius of their arrangement. Sirius tensed; he still didn’t want to seem selfish, but he didn’t think it was fair that Remus wasn’t respecting Sirius’s wish to protect his arse.
Remus noticed Sirius’s nervousness. “Sirius, we don’t have to do it. I don’t want to force you to do something you don’t want to do.”
Sirius believed him, but he also knew that Remus did want to do this, and Sirius hardly denied Remus anything. “No, let’s. Just a quick question: does it hurt?”
Remus looked pensive for a few seconds before slowly shaking his head. “No.”
“No?”
Remus shrugged. “No. I don’t know. I mean, not really.”
Sirius’s eyes bore into Remus. “Not really? Then what, really?”
Remus looked confused. “I-”
Sirius waved his hand to silence Remus. “I forget you have a high threshold for pain with your condition and all. What’s only mildy painful to you might be bloody agonizing to me.”
“Sirius, it’s not like that,” said Remus firmly.
Sirius sighed and walked to the foot of the bed. He removed the shirt he wore and threw it across the room. He then unzipped his trousers.
Remus stood still.
“I’m sorry. I know I’m being a baby.” He extended his hand. “But come on; I want to.”
Remus remained put.
“Moony, please.”
“Can I have the bottle?” asked Remus, walking over and stopping less than a meter away. Sirius lifted the mattress and removed the lubricant bottle he hid there. He handed it to Remus. Remus placed it on the bed while he too undressed.
After they were both completely naked, Sirius looked expectedly at Remus. Remus motioned to the bed. “After you,” he said. Sirius swallowed and pushed himself back toward the headboard.
“Do you want to lie on your stomach or your back?” asked Remus.
“Oh, no. If we’re going to do this, I want to see you. I want to be face to face,” stated Sirius as he lay still on the bed, his hands clasped together on his bare, taut stomach.
Remus smiled. “Good; I want to see you too.” He straddled Sirius and opened the bottle. He squirted some on his hand and rubbed it on his very erect cock. His breathing quickened, and he looked at Sirius’s face, which was fastened on Remus’s penis. “What?”
Sirius looked up at Remus sitting on him and shook his head. “Nothing. Just, um, go slowly, okay?”
Remus stopped rubbing and nodded. “I will.”
“Seriously, Remus. I was gentle with you, remember?”
Remus pretended to look serious. “Yes, you were, Sirius. Very, very gentle.”
Sirius lightly punched Remus’s arm. “Get on with it, you prat.”
Remus raised himself slightly so Sirius could pull his legs from underneath him. Remus then slowly spread Sirius’s knees apart so that Sirius’s legs were on either side of him. Remus touched Sirius’s soft penis and looked a bit surprised that it wasn’t hard. “You okay here?” asked Remus hoarsely.
“I guess I’m a little nervous,” whispered Sirius, avoiding Remus’s gaze.
“We’ll work on it,” whispered Remus as he guided his cock closer to Sirius.
“Wait!” blurted Sirius.
Remus jumped back. “What?”
“A pillow! We need a pillow,” said Sirius quickly. He reached for a large, fluffy pillow and almost pushed it into Remus’s face. “Here, put this under me.”
“Why?”
“Like I did when we first . . . just wait.” Sirius placed the pillow under his arse, elevating it slightly too high. “Better access, no?”
“Uh, okay,” agreed Remus as he lightly brushed against Sirius. Sirius shut his eyes.
“Sirius?”
One grey eye looked up at Remus. “Huh?”
Remus, sweat wetting the hair on the front of his forehead, shook his head. “I, I can’t.”
“Can’t . . .?”
Remus sighed. “I mean I don’t, I can’t, I . . .”
Sirius shrugged, a quizzical look on his face. “Don’t? Can’t? Help me out here, Remus.”
“I don’t fit, Sirius!” shouted Remus exasperatedly.
Sirius scoffed. “Oh, come on, mate, don’t flatter yourself too much. I have a very good view of it from here.”
“Shut it, you wanker. I’m talking about you. You’re not relaxed so I can’t get in there, okay?”
“Oh.” Sirius looked down between them and then back up at Remus. “But I am relaxed.”
“No, you’re not. You’re tense down there; I can feel it. And I won’t be able to do this unless you stop that,” declared Remus in a somewhat scolding voice.
“What are you getting angry at me for?” asked Sirius defensively, a red flush appearing on his face.
“Because you’re not making this easy,” Remus shot back.
“Hey, it’s not my fault my arse is rejecting your cock,” snapped Sirius.
Remus swallowed hard. “Just shut up and hand me the bottle, please. I’m starting to turn blue here.”
Sirius reached to the nightstand on his right and grabbed the lubricant bottle, which he handed to Remus. “That’s only a myth, Moony,” laughed Sirius.
Remus coated three of his fingers. “I recall you having quite a convincing argument about it being nothing but fact a while back.”
Sirius said nothing to that. Then: “What are you going to do?”
“Fingers, just like you did to me, remember? Maybe this will loosen you up.” He looked at Sirius. “Ready to try again?”
“Sure.”
Remus smiled at Sirius as his fingers lightly grazed Sirius. But as he was about to insert one finger, Sirius’s shout of “Wait!” stopped him again.
“What now?”
“I have an idea. I think I should get on my stomach. See, that way I don’t know when it’s coming and I’ll be completely relaxed, and before you know it, bam, there it is.”
“How is that any different? You’re still going to feel my fingers first,” said a clearly annoyed Remus.
Sirius placed a hand on Remus’s shoulder. “Yes, Rem, but I won’t be able to see until that second, and right now, I’m tensing up as soon as I see your hand or anything else get close to me, you know?”
“I thought you were relaxed.”
“I lied.”
Remus rolled his eyes and got off the other boy. He sat back on his bent legs as he waited for Sirius to turn over. “Go ahead.”
Sirius winked at Remus and nodded. “This will work.” Sirius lay on his stomach with his head resting atop his folded arms.
“Comfortable?” asked Remus.
“Yes, sir,” responded Sirius.
Remus exhaled and spread Sirius’s legs. “Remember, relax and-”
“Wait! The pillow! We’re forgetting the pillow,” said Sirius as he grabbed the pillow. Remus wrenched the pillow away from Sirius’s hand. “Screw the pillow!” Remus threw it towards the door and touched Sirius’s legs, about to resume when:
“Hold it!” interrupted Sirius.
Remus threw his head back in frustration. “What the fuck, Sirius?”
“Should I get on all fours, instead? You know, make it easier for you?” asked Sirius over his shoulder.
Remus shook his head slowly. “You stopped making it easy for me when I suggested we come into the bedroom,” muttered Remus.
“Don’t be like that, Moony.” Sirius knelt on all fours and thrust his arse out. “How’s this?”
Remus stared without saying anything.
“Or should I lie back down?” He threw himself flat on his stomach again, shaking the entire bed. “Like this?” He then picked himself up again. “Or like this? Which is it, Remus?”
“I don’t care, Sirius, just pick one,” whispered Remus, his expression registering his exhaustion with the whole thing.
“I only want it to be good for you, Remus.”
“How is that ever going to be if you won’t fucking lie still and let me bugger you?”
Sirius, still on all fours, looked back at Remus. “Geez, someone’s nickname should be Moody instead.” He lay down once more. “Here, we’ll do it like this then. It always feels good when I do it like this with you.”
After a few seconds of complete silence and no movement, Sirius picked his head up and looked behind him. Remus sat on his bent legs and stared at the wall. “Remus?”
Remus looked at him. “Forget it. I lost it.” He pointed to his penis, which had held on as long as it could through Sirius’s indecisiveness but now remained limp in Remus’s hand, as beat as Remus himself felt.
Sirius turned over. He motioned Remus closer. “Come here.”
Remus shook his head. “No, forget it.”
“Come here,” commanded Sirius firmly.
“Sirius, no.”
“Give me your cock, Moony!” yelled Sirius as he sat up and wrapped his hand around Remus’s shaft.
Remus shut his eyes as Sirius stroked. “Shit.”
With one hand on Remus’s shoulder and the other on Remus’s cock, Sirius whispered, “Ready?”
Remus, breathing hard out of his open mouth, opened his eyes. “Are you?”
Sirius nodded and lay down on his back, spreading his legs wide. Remus stared at him and shook his head.
“What?”
“We’re not doing this right; that’s why you can’t relax,” said Remus quietly.
“What do you mean?” asked Sirius, his arms bent under his head.
“We’re too busy concentrating on it that we’re not enjoying ourselves. It’s never been this hard before because we always have a bit of fun before we get down to it,” explained Remus.
Sirius lifted himself on his elbows. “What do you mean ‘fun’?” Before he could say or ask anything else, Remus fell on Sirius and shut him up with a hard kiss to the lips. They kissed for a full minute before Remus trailed his tongue down Sirius’s jaw and neck. Sirius moaned and closed his eyes. Remus kissed Sirius’s broad chest and teasingly licked his nipples. Sirius thrust his hand into his boyfriend’s hair and wrapped his long legs tightly around his hips. As Remus gave his full attention to Sirius’s stomach, Sirius threw his head back and sighed in utter pleasure. “Moony, oh, Re-” he barely manged to say when he felt it. Remus was inside him.
“Sirius, look at me. Look at me,” whispered Remus as Sirius squirmed beneath him.
A gasping Sirius focused his eyes on Remus’s.
“Trust me, okay?”
Sirius slowly nodded before quickly trying to sit up. “Wait, wait. I have to go the loo. I have to.”
“Shh, no, you don’t,” consoled Remus as he gently pushed Sirius back down. “I know how it feels. Just breathe. Breathe.”
As Remus rubbed his stomach, Sirius steadied his breathing, his gaze never leaving Remus’s. “Does it hurt?” asked Remus as he continued rubbing.
Sirius shook his head.
Remus smiled. “Good. Do you want to continue?”
Sirius grinned up at him. “Sure.”
“You say stop, I’ll stop, okay?” Remus, holding himself up with his hands on either side of Sirius, thrust once and sharply inhaled. “Ohh.” He thrust again and moaned even louder.
Sirius, the initial pain he felt now subsiding, moved along with Remus. “Good, huh?”
Remus, his mouth hanging open as he pushed deeper, simply nodded. His eyes rolled back, and large beads of sweat cascaded down his neck and chest. He groaned and quickened his thrusts. Sirius held on to Remus’s arms as he matched Remus’s movements, his own pleasure gradually increasing. Sirius looked on as Remus lost himself completely. Although they had only had sex five previous times, Sirius had never seen Remus like this.
“Fuck!” Remus cried out.
“You can go faster,” urged Sirius. Remus did. Sirius, watching Remus intently, reached between his legs and stroked his own cock. He too began moaning. He continued staring at Remus’s face as he came hard and fast a mere seconds later.
Through half-lidded eyes, Remus looked down at a writhing Sirius and let out a loud cry as he came, gasping loudly and heavily. He immediately collapsed on Sirius. The boys panted as they tried to catch their breath. Remus rolled off Sirius and fell next to him.
“You didn’t tell me it was that good,” he said after a few seconds.
Sirius smiled. “You wouldn’t’ve believed me if I had.”
Remus moved his hair out of his sweat-stained forehead. “Bloody fantastic.”
Sirius laughed.
Remus faced Sirius. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
Sirius nodded. “Yes. It wasn’t bad.”
“It’s not, right?” asked Remus.
“It felt incredible towards the end when you were right there, you know?”
“Yeah. Did it hurt?”
“Not really,” said Sirius.
“You’ll be a bit sore tomorrow, but it’ll go away,” said Remus softly.
Sirius grinned. “Good. Now we can do it like this whenever you want.”
Remus shook his head. “Oh, no. That’s okay; we’ll stick to you being on top.”
Sirius wrinkled his brow. “What? Why?”
“I’m not going to go through all this trouble again just to bugger you.”
Sirius laughed. “That’s because I didn’t know what to expect.”
Remus remained firm in his decision. “No, seriously. There’s always too much drama with you.”
Sirius hit his boyfriend’s arm. “Moony!”
“I really don’t mind being the bottom. And maybe, someday, we’ll try it again; for now, let’s do it like before,” Remus declared. “But just so you know, this does not make me the girl.”
“I never said you were.”
Remus leaned close and kissed him. “Thanks, though.”
“Now that we’ve done that, we can move on to something new,” suggested Sirius.
“What?”
Sirius grinned widely. “Blowjobs! We haven’t done those yet.”
Remus snorted. “Oh, please. You’ll probably hex me with an Unforgiveable before you let my mouth anywhere near your thing.”
“Maybe not an Unforgiveable . . . ”
“Sirius-”
Sirius finished Remus’s sentence with a long kiss.
And that is why Sirius doesn’t bottom . . . much.