(no subject)
rating: pg-13? light r?
word count: 423
summary: summer heat makes remus bold, it makes sirius want.
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He'd been in a constant state of arousal all day. Remus would push him and then pull back, so far that Sirius couldn't even get a grip. Remus had seemed drunk on Summer. The sun seemed to make him crazy, free of all his inhibitions.
He pushed Sirius into a tree and pressed their lips together. He took Sirius' bottom lip between his teeth and tugged a little until Sirius made this pathetic and impossibly sexy sound from the back of his throat. He ground their hips together until Sirius hissed and then he turned around and ran, a teasing smile playing on his lips.
Sirius opened his eyes and laughed. Remus had taken off towards the lake, pulling his shirt off and diving without a second thought.
The water was cool relief against his skin, a cool pressure that made his lungs sear and his skin burn. He didn't surface, physically fighting the need to rise his body was desperate for. There is a splash in the water that he feels so disconnected from. It felt like water dripping into a pool but the ripples never formed.
There are arms around him, dragging him like a doll back up to the surface. “Moony,” the voice is pure desperation. Sirius pulls him from the water and onto the smooth shore. He shakes Remus' shoulders. Remus doesn't respond and isn't sure why. Something deep inside him is telling him this is a good idea, it sounds a little like Sirius.
Remus can't hide a smile pulling from the corners of his lips. He opens his eyes. Sirius is directly in front of the sun, the light making his features nonexistent. Its terrifying and Remus laughs.
“Bastard,” Sirius says, full of conviction and a little something that sounds like relief and reserve mixed in one. Remus smiles with all his teeth, it makes his face ache. Sirius takes Remus' wrists in his hands and pushes them violently into the ground. “You fucking bastard!” Sirius shouts it, and feels like he's talking to himself.
Remus arcs from the ground and presses himself into Sirius. Their lips are touching and Sirius really can't find it in himself anywhere to deny himself this. He presses back hard. He opens his mouth and they're a slippery junction of wet and hot and anger and brilliance and it is so raw that Remus wrists don't hurt nearly as much as he thinks they should.
Sirius is on top of him, in a constant state of arousal, moving in him and Remus doesn't want to pretend anymore. He doesn't want to hold back.
word count: 423
summary: summer heat makes remus bold, it makes sirius want.
[1] [2] [3] [4]
He'd been in a constant state of arousal all day. Remus would push him and then pull back, so far that Sirius couldn't even get a grip. Remus had seemed drunk on Summer. The sun seemed to make him crazy, free of all his inhibitions.
He pushed Sirius into a tree and pressed their lips together. He took Sirius' bottom lip between his teeth and tugged a little until Sirius made this pathetic and impossibly sexy sound from the back of his throat. He ground their hips together until Sirius hissed and then he turned around and ran, a teasing smile playing on his lips.
Sirius opened his eyes and laughed. Remus had taken off towards the lake, pulling his shirt off and diving without a second thought.
The water was cool relief against his skin, a cool pressure that made his lungs sear and his skin burn. He didn't surface, physically fighting the need to rise his body was desperate for. There is a splash in the water that he feels so disconnected from. It felt like water dripping into a pool but the ripples never formed.
There are arms around him, dragging him like a doll back up to the surface. “Moony,” the voice is pure desperation. Sirius pulls him from the water and onto the smooth shore. He shakes Remus' shoulders. Remus doesn't respond and isn't sure why. Something deep inside him is telling him this is a good idea, it sounds a little like Sirius.
Remus can't hide a smile pulling from the corners of his lips. He opens his eyes. Sirius is directly in front of the sun, the light making his features nonexistent. Its terrifying and Remus laughs.
“Bastard,” Sirius says, full of conviction and a little something that sounds like relief and reserve mixed in one. Remus smiles with all his teeth, it makes his face ache. Sirius takes Remus' wrists in his hands and pushes them violently into the ground. “You fucking bastard!” Sirius shouts it, and feels like he's talking to himself.
Remus arcs from the ground and presses himself into Sirius. Their lips are touching and Sirius really can't find it in himself anywhere to deny himself this. He presses back hard. He opens his mouth and they're a slippery junction of wet and hot and anger and brilliance and it is so raw that Remus wrists don't hurt nearly as much as he thinks they should.
Sirius is on top of him, in a constant state of arousal, moving in him and Remus doesn't want to pretend anymore. He doesn't want to hold back.