fic for day 02
Title: On the Couch
Author: pink_faerie81
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus/Sirius/Couch
Word count: 368
Disclaimer: JKR owns them, I just play with them.
A/N: only the 2nd prompt and i am already on the smut. oops. :D
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Had he not been otherwise engaged, Remus would have long ago whinged about the errant spring that was lodged against his cheekbone, threatening to burst at any moment through the worn fabric of the couch.
Instead, he simply moaned.
Sirius held his left hip with an almost bruising grip, the other hand pressed flat to the small of Remus’ back, fingers blossoming out over the sweat-slicked skin. Remus didn’t mind that the friction from the carpet was beginning to burn the skin at his knees or that he was nearly suffocating in the brown-and-orange striped corduroy because Sirius was too damned impatient to lay him down properly on the couch; it was just too good and too much and not nearly enough and oh Sirius’ hand had started to move in languid strokes around his cock.
He pushed back against the steady rhythm that the other boy set, incoherent murmurs escaping his lips between pants. Sirius leant forward and pressed a kiss to the space just between Remus’ shoulder blades, heat radiating out from the spot and along his spine. Remus cried out for more and wouldn’t Sirius please fuck him harder and oh gods!
The suddenly frenzied pace that Remus’ begging tone sent Sirius into was more than enough to take Remus spiralling over the edge. A few swift jerks of Sirius’ hand and Remus was coming in hot spurts against his palm, moaning and writhing against the couch, hands desperately reaching back to grip behind Sirius’ knees. Firmly grasping Remus’ narrow hips with both hands, Sirius pressed forward and thrust his cock in as deep as he could manage, Remus’ arse skimming the tops of his thighs. The brunette bit his lips and moved in a slow circle, the sensation enough to elicit a loud ‘oh fuck, Moony!’ before he felt Sirius come inside him.
With a spent whimper, Sirius collapsed against him and Remus smiled lazily. He shifted his head just to the right - finally relieving his cheek of that sodding spring - and let his fingertips dance along Sirius’ thighs.
“Love this fucking couch,” Sirius whispered against the soft shell of his ear.
Remus chuckled, still breathless, and nodded in agreement. “Me, too.”
Author: pink_faerie81
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus/Sirius/Couch
Word count: 368
Disclaimer: JKR owns them, I just play with them.
A/N: only the 2nd prompt and i am already on the smut. oops. :D
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Had he not been otherwise engaged, Remus would have long ago whinged about the errant spring that was lodged against his cheekbone, threatening to burst at any moment through the worn fabric of the couch.
Instead, he simply moaned.
Sirius held his left hip with an almost bruising grip, the other hand pressed flat to the small of Remus’ back, fingers blossoming out over the sweat-slicked skin. Remus didn’t mind that the friction from the carpet was beginning to burn the skin at his knees or that he was nearly suffocating in the brown-and-orange striped corduroy because Sirius was too damned impatient to lay him down properly on the couch; it was just too good and too much and not nearly enough and oh Sirius’ hand had started to move in languid strokes around his cock.
He pushed back against the steady rhythm that the other boy set, incoherent murmurs escaping his lips between pants. Sirius leant forward and pressed a kiss to the space just between Remus’ shoulder blades, heat radiating out from the spot and along his spine. Remus cried out for more and wouldn’t Sirius please fuck him harder and oh gods!
The suddenly frenzied pace that Remus’ begging tone sent Sirius into was more than enough to take Remus spiralling over the edge. A few swift jerks of Sirius’ hand and Remus was coming in hot spurts against his palm, moaning and writhing against the couch, hands desperately reaching back to grip behind Sirius’ knees. Firmly grasping Remus’ narrow hips with both hands, Sirius pressed forward and thrust his cock in as deep as he could manage, Remus’ arse skimming the tops of his thighs. The brunette bit his lips and moved in a slow circle, the sensation enough to elicit a loud ‘oh fuck, Moony!’ before he felt Sirius come inside him.
With a spent whimper, Sirius collapsed against him and Remus smiled lazily. He shifted his head just to the right - finally relieving his cheek of that sodding spring - and let his fingertips dance along Sirius’ thighs.
“Love this fucking couch,” Sirius whispered against the soft shell of his ear.
Remus chuckled, still breathless, and nodded in agreement. “Me, too.”