Day 3 of wellymuck
Title-- Sirius Black Vrs The Woolly Jumper; A Victory Against Evil.
Rating-- PG 13.- Note. Hands and lips and tongues…
Word count-- 895
For-- Prompt three of wellymuck
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Sirius Black Vrs The Woolly Jumper; A Victory Against Evil.
Remus’ woollen jumpers were evil.
They always pretended softness and comfortable, cuddly boyfriend-ness and yet, in reality, were itchy, scratchy, and made Remus’ skin feel that little bit less smooth when the wool print ingrained itself into his stomach. Remus’ stomach, his soft, pale, ever so slightly freckled stomach was Sirius’. Bloody jumpers with coloured patterns were not allowed to leave their mark on him, nothing was unless its surname was Black, its first name was Sirius and it was wearing his clothes.
One day, Sirius mused, they would die. Die painfully and slowly and screaming in little balls of yelping yarn. He hoped it’d be him that did the murdering. If not, he would gladly help whoever it was that had been driven to madness by the woolly evilness of the woollen jumpers.
“Bwahaha,” Sirius laughed, out of nowhere.
“Alright, that is definitely a new one,” Remus said with a little frown, sitting up in one fluid movement that was altogether rather too elegant for the tawny haired boy.
They were lying in bed together, wrapped around each other as always, the desperate need to touch and to be touched ever present beneath loving words and gentle glances. Even with his annoying, evil woolly jumpers, Remus was hard not to touch. He was like a magnet and Sirius was a pole. A big sexy, black haired pole that hated woolly jumpers.
Sirius laughed beneath his breath and slipped a palm beneath the wool, touching at the soft stomach warmed by wool and body heat and the close proximity of himself. His hands were always cold and left a shock to the warm skin beneath. Remus jumped so high from the sudden, unexpected touch that he hit his head and set the world back into balance with a rather sickening crunch; elegance had never been the werewolf’s strong point.
Within a flash, Sirius was beside him and holding him tight, inspecting Remus’ head as the soft coloured boy whimpered behind tightly closed eyes.
“Ow, ow, ow, bugger, hell,” Remus said in a very little voice as stars erupted behind his closed eyes, pink and green and blue and yellow. They really weren’t the kind of stars Remus liked. He liked his stars to be boyish and smooth and tanned like Sirius, the perfect star, the brightest.
Checking there was no split in his boyfriend’s precious head from the quite frankly sickening crunch that had resulted from Remus knocking his head, Sirius smoothed down the golden tinted hair between his fingertips and laid a kiss on top of Remus’ head, mindful of the injury, tenderly, affectionately, very unSiriusly really.
Remus gasped ever so slightly and opened his eyes as Sirius’ lips touched the side of his head, behind his ear, his nose nuzzling into his blond hair and making him sigh out the breath he’d been holding between gritted teeth. He tilted his head ever so slightly, moving it into the lips that circled the edge of his ear and sucked in his ear lobe. Even if he’d been trying, he couldn’t have stopped the quietest moan that escaped from his mouth as his boyfriend’s beautiful lips snuck behind his ear and pressed to the little hollow of pale flesh that hid there.
“Still hurting?” Sirius breathed, barely a whisper against the skin at Remus’ neck as he began to trail his mouth along the skin that tickled and burned beneath each soft kiss that was placed to it.
“S-Still…” Remus felt as though he were drowning, words lost in a sea of tenderness that meant that the only thing left to concentrate on was Sirius. Sirius’ lips, his tongue which was now sliding up his throat as his boyfriend shifted ever so slightly beside him. “Still… no. It’s not.” He gasped. Sirius’ mouth trailed lazy kisses down to his collarbone and pulled down the collar of his jumper to kiss that little bit harder as fingers slid beneath and touched to Remus’ stomach.
“Your head?” One of Sirius’ fingers ghosted over the soft pink of nipple and left Remus gasping loudly, his softly lashed eyes swimming closed.
“No.”
Sirius smirked, pulling back ever so slightly and staring at the look of quiet pleasure on his boyfriend’s fair face. Remus was pretty. Not pretty like a girl but so very beautiful that sometimes, at moments such as this one, all Sirius wanted to do was look at him.
Then he felt the back of his hands begin to itch….
“Stupid bloody,” he cursed loudly and grabbed the back of Remus’ woolly jumper, pulling it over his boyfriend’s head and leaving the blond haired boy dishevelled and confused and messy as he threw the jumper to the floor and laughed.
“You see that?” Sirius sniggered triumphantly, giving the jumper a look that clearly spoke of a victory well won. Had Sirius not been so comfortable, he likely would have stood and trampled all over the bloody stupid woolly pattern of blue and green. “You see that? I won.”
“You won the jumper?” Remus asked slowly, completely bewildered and looking a tiny bit annoyed that Sirius had just roughly pulled his jumper off and thrown it on the floor.
“I won the jumper.” Sirius nodded and, with a final smirk at the conquered evil that lay discarded beside the bed, he dove at Remus and kissed him hard.
Rating-- PG 13.- Note. Hands and lips and tongues…
Word count-- 895
For-- Prompt three of wellymuck
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Sirius Black Vrs The Woolly Jumper; A Victory Against Evil.
Remus’ woollen jumpers were evil.
They always pretended softness and comfortable, cuddly boyfriend-ness and yet, in reality, were itchy, scratchy, and made Remus’ skin feel that little bit less smooth when the wool print ingrained itself into his stomach. Remus’ stomach, his soft, pale, ever so slightly freckled stomach was Sirius’. Bloody jumpers with coloured patterns were not allowed to leave their mark on him, nothing was unless its surname was Black, its first name was Sirius and it was wearing his clothes.
One day, Sirius mused, they would die. Die painfully and slowly and screaming in little balls of yelping yarn. He hoped it’d be him that did the murdering. If not, he would gladly help whoever it was that had been driven to madness by the woolly evilness of the woollen jumpers.
“Bwahaha,” Sirius laughed, out of nowhere.
“Alright, that is definitely a new one,” Remus said with a little frown, sitting up in one fluid movement that was altogether rather too elegant for the tawny haired boy.
They were lying in bed together, wrapped around each other as always, the desperate need to touch and to be touched ever present beneath loving words and gentle glances. Even with his annoying, evil woolly jumpers, Remus was hard not to touch. He was like a magnet and Sirius was a pole. A big sexy, black haired pole that hated woolly jumpers.
Sirius laughed beneath his breath and slipped a palm beneath the wool, touching at the soft stomach warmed by wool and body heat and the close proximity of himself. His hands were always cold and left a shock to the warm skin beneath. Remus jumped so high from the sudden, unexpected touch that he hit his head and set the world back into balance with a rather sickening crunch; elegance had never been the werewolf’s strong point.
Within a flash, Sirius was beside him and holding him tight, inspecting Remus’ head as the soft coloured boy whimpered behind tightly closed eyes.
“Ow, ow, ow, bugger, hell,” Remus said in a very little voice as stars erupted behind his closed eyes, pink and green and blue and yellow. They really weren’t the kind of stars Remus liked. He liked his stars to be boyish and smooth and tanned like Sirius, the perfect star, the brightest.
Checking there was no split in his boyfriend’s precious head from the quite frankly sickening crunch that had resulted from Remus knocking his head, Sirius smoothed down the golden tinted hair between his fingertips and laid a kiss on top of Remus’ head, mindful of the injury, tenderly, affectionately, very unSiriusly really.
Remus gasped ever so slightly and opened his eyes as Sirius’ lips touched the side of his head, behind his ear, his nose nuzzling into his blond hair and making him sigh out the breath he’d been holding between gritted teeth. He tilted his head ever so slightly, moving it into the lips that circled the edge of his ear and sucked in his ear lobe. Even if he’d been trying, he couldn’t have stopped the quietest moan that escaped from his mouth as his boyfriend’s beautiful lips snuck behind his ear and pressed to the little hollow of pale flesh that hid there.
“Still hurting?” Sirius breathed, barely a whisper against the skin at Remus’ neck as he began to trail his mouth along the skin that tickled and burned beneath each soft kiss that was placed to it.
“S-Still…” Remus felt as though he were drowning, words lost in a sea of tenderness that meant that the only thing left to concentrate on was Sirius. Sirius’ lips, his tongue which was now sliding up his throat as his boyfriend shifted ever so slightly beside him. “Still… no. It’s not.” He gasped. Sirius’ mouth trailed lazy kisses down to his collarbone and pulled down the collar of his jumper to kiss that little bit harder as fingers slid beneath and touched to Remus’ stomach.
“Your head?” One of Sirius’ fingers ghosted over the soft pink of nipple and left Remus gasping loudly, his softly lashed eyes swimming closed.
“No.”
Sirius smirked, pulling back ever so slightly and staring at the look of quiet pleasure on his boyfriend’s fair face. Remus was pretty. Not pretty like a girl but so very beautiful that sometimes, at moments such as this one, all Sirius wanted to do was look at him.
Then he felt the back of his hands begin to itch….
“Stupid bloody,” he cursed loudly and grabbed the back of Remus’ woolly jumper, pulling it over his boyfriend’s head and leaving the blond haired boy dishevelled and confused and messy as he threw the jumper to the floor and laughed.
“You see that?” Sirius sniggered triumphantly, giving the jumper a look that clearly spoke of a victory well won. Had Sirius not been so comfortable, he likely would have stood and trampled all over the bloody stupid woolly pattern of blue and green. “You see that? I won.”
“You won the jumper?” Remus asked slowly, completely bewildered and looking a tiny bit annoyed that Sirius had just roughly pulled his jumper off and thrown it on the floor.
“I won the jumper.” Sirius nodded and, with a final smirk at the conquered evil that lay discarded beside the bed, he dove at Remus and kissed him hard.