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Title: it starts in my toes
Author: acciosweaters
Prompt: "HOW ABOUT SOME TOE SUCKING THERE'S NOT ENOUGH TOE SUCKING REMUS/SIRIUS FIC"
Summary: pretty much exactly what you'd expect. lazy Sunday.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 750ish
Notes: Going with the flow here, this was originally written anonymously for the R/S Kink Meme. Many thanks to ceredwensirius for hosting and to Anon for the prompt!
Remus was curled in the big red armchair by the fireplace with the Sunday Prophet when Sirius stumbled groggily out of the kitchen with his favorite chipped Gryffindor mug full of a bracing builders tea--no milk, and plenty of sugar.
"G'morning, Padfoot," he said, looking up from the paper and rolling his shoulders. He twisted in the chair--his spine giving several audible pops--sat up, rearranged his legs, and settled back in.
"Morning." Sirius crossed the room to sit on the floor at Remus's feet, sighing contentedly when his lover began to trace distracted patterns into his head, fingers tangling in the thick dark curls. "Dinner at the Potters' tonight?" he asked.
"Mm," Remus assented, extending a leg and resting his heel on Sirius's bare shoulder. Sirius had always appreciated the way Remus stretched in the mornings, his every movement imbued with a feline--better, lupine--grace. His long, pale foot caught the watery light coming in through the window and Sirius reached a hand up to it, drawing lazy circles around the protruding bones of Remus's ankle with the roughened pads of his fingers. The foot, like the rest of him, was well-formed and shapely; Sirius watched the tendons in it flex and relax as Remus curled his toes.
Those toes. They were so long and slim, practically big enough to be fingers, and Sirius felt a little thrill as the image appeared unbidden in his mind of Remus stroking his cock with them. He turned his head and exhaled hotly against the arch of Remus's foot, cupping the heel in one hand and tracing along the slender toes with the fingers of his other hand.
"What're you doing?" Remus inquired, a note of amusement in his voice.
"Having wicked, wicked thoughts," Sirius replied, licking along the arch experimentally. Remus shivered a little at this and Sirius nipped lightly at his Achilles tendon. Remus yelped. "Shh Moony," Sirius breathed, twisting up onto his knees and sucking the big toe of the foot he was still holding into his hot, wet mouth.
"Oh!" Remus gasped. "I--er, that is, uh, this is..."
Sirius glanced up, saw that Remus had set aside the newspaper and was watching him with an arousing combination of apprehension, bemusement, and lust in his eyes. He put on his most innocent butter-wouldn't-melt face and licked between the big toe and second toe, delighting in the noises he could provoke often-reserved Remus into making.
Remus took his lower lip between his teeth, worrying it slightly as Sirius licked along the underside of his middle toe before wrapping his mouth around it, cheeks hollowing obscenely. Remus shut his eyes with a gulp, startled at how turned on he was by having his toes sucked.
"Nuh-uh, Moony. Watch me. There." And he kissed the sole of Remus's foot with slightly parted lips, darting his tongue out between them.
"Si-irius!" came the breathy exclamation. Remus unfolded his other leg and reached for Sirius's groin with his foot, hardly realizing what he was doing until he heard the keening cry and felt it against his instep.
"Holy hell," Sirius swore, reaching a hand to palm Remus's burgeoning erection through his pyjamas as he swirled his tongue around each long, pale toe in turn.
"Hnnguh!" Remus moaned. "Y-you--ah!" His back arched as Sirius slid a hand beneath his waistband and began to stroke him urgently. He could feel his face coloring darkly as he started to move the foot in Sirius's lap, but he was beyond caring.
Sirius paused to glance up at Remus, catching his eyes, two pairs of baby blues with pupils blown wide with hunger and need meeting as the air filled with the sounds of Remus's panting. "Come for me, baby," Sirius murmured softly, quickening the pace of his hand on Remus's cock, twisting his wrist, sucking all five toes in at once, and the movements of Remus's foot grew jerky and desperate and he looked down the line of his leg at Sirius's ecstatic face once more and he was coming, coming, oh god, and he could feel the pulsing of Sirius's cock against the ball of his foot as he came, too, hard.
Sirius melted bonelessly into Remus's lap, face buried in his belly, chest resting against his knees.
"Get your skinny arse up here," Remus demanded affectionately, and Sirius complied, basking in the strangeness and rightness of the moment.
"Love you," Sirius mumbled against Remus's throat.
"Love you, too, you strange and wonderful creature."
Author: acciosweaters
Prompt: "HOW ABOUT SOME TOE SUCKING THERE'S NOT ENOUGH TOE SUCKING REMUS/SIRIUS FIC"
Summary: pretty much exactly what you'd expect. lazy Sunday.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 750ish
Notes: Going with the flow here, this was originally written anonymously for the R/S Kink Meme. Many thanks to ceredwensirius for hosting and to Anon for the prompt!
Remus was curled in the big red armchair by the fireplace with the Sunday Prophet when Sirius stumbled groggily out of the kitchen with his favorite chipped Gryffindor mug full of a bracing builders tea--no milk, and plenty of sugar.
"G'morning, Padfoot," he said, looking up from the paper and rolling his shoulders. He twisted in the chair--his spine giving several audible pops--sat up, rearranged his legs, and settled back in.
"Morning." Sirius crossed the room to sit on the floor at Remus's feet, sighing contentedly when his lover began to trace distracted patterns into his head, fingers tangling in the thick dark curls. "Dinner at the Potters' tonight?" he asked.
"Mm," Remus assented, extending a leg and resting his heel on Sirius's bare shoulder. Sirius had always appreciated the way Remus stretched in the mornings, his every movement imbued with a feline--better, lupine--grace. His long, pale foot caught the watery light coming in through the window and Sirius reached a hand up to it, drawing lazy circles around the protruding bones of Remus's ankle with the roughened pads of his fingers. The foot, like the rest of him, was well-formed and shapely; Sirius watched the tendons in it flex and relax as Remus curled his toes.
Those toes. They were so long and slim, practically big enough to be fingers, and Sirius felt a little thrill as the image appeared unbidden in his mind of Remus stroking his cock with them. He turned his head and exhaled hotly against the arch of Remus's foot, cupping the heel in one hand and tracing along the slender toes with the fingers of his other hand.
"What're you doing?" Remus inquired, a note of amusement in his voice.
"Having wicked, wicked thoughts," Sirius replied, licking along the arch experimentally. Remus shivered a little at this and Sirius nipped lightly at his Achilles tendon. Remus yelped. "Shh Moony," Sirius breathed, twisting up onto his knees and sucking the big toe of the foot he was still holding into his hot, wet mouth.
"Oh!" Remus gasped. "I--er, that is, uh, this is..."
Sirius glanced up, saw that Remus had set aside the newspaper and was watching him with an arousing combination of apprehension, bemusement, and lust in his eyes. He put on his most innocent butter-wouldn't-melt face and licked between the big toe and second toe, delighting in the noises he could provoke often-reserved Remus into making.
Remus took his lower lip between his teeth, worrying it slightly as Sirius licked along the underside of his middle toe before wrapping his mouth around it, cheeks hollowing obscenely. Remus shut his eyes with a gulp, startled at how turned on he was by having his toes sucked.
"Nuh-uh, Moony. Watch me. There." And he kissed the sole of Remus's foot with slightly parted lips, darting his tongue out between them.
"Si-irius!" came the breathy exclamation. Remus unfolded his other leg and reached for Sirius's groin with his foot, hardly realizing what he was doing until he heard the keening cry and felt it against his instep.
"Holy hell," Sirius swore, reaching a hand to palm Remus's burgeoning erection through his pyjamas as he swirled his tongue around each long, pale toe in turn.
"Hnnguh!" Remus moaned. "Y-you--ah!" His back arched as Sirius slid a hand beneath his waistband and began to stroke him urgently. He could feel his face coloring darkly as he started to move the foot in Sirius's lap, but he was beyond caring.
Sirius paused to glance up at Remus, catching his eyes, two pairs of baby blues with pupils blown wide with hunger and need meeting as the air filled with the sounds of Remus's panting. "Come for me, baby," Sirius murmured softly, quickening the pace of his hand on Remus's cock, twisting his wrist, sucking all five toes in at once, and the movements of Remus's foot grew jerky and desperate and he looked down the line of his leg at Sirius's ecstatic face once more and he was coming, coming, oh god, and he could feel the pulsing of Sirius's cock against the ball of his foot as he came, too, hard.
Sirius melted bonelessly into Remus's lap, face buried in his belly, chest resting against his knees.
"Get your skinny arse up here," Remus demanded affectionately, and Sirius complied, basking in the strangeness and rightness of the moment.
"Love you," Sirius mumbled against Remus's throat.
"Love you, too, you strange and wonderful creature."