(no subject)
rating: pg-13
word count: 519
summary: interruptions and a household in desperate need of knocking lessons.
[1]
There is a mouth.
It is heavy and wet and so, so good. Sirius marvels at Remus' kisses, he can't believe that Remus would choose him. He thinks that that thought possibly came out too much Sally Field. On the outside he may seem like a cocky bastard but inside, he's really a cocky bastard who sometimes doubts why people would want him.
But Sirius can tell from the way that Remus paws at his chest and makes that deep mewling sound way in the back of his throat that he wants him. It's intense, like something heavy in his chest and he can't breathe, its strangling him, he's choking on nothing and its so perfect that he could cry. But he won't because he can hear a voice in his head start to chant “Girl girl girl!”, the voice, not shockingly, seems to belong to James Potter.
Remus pushes Sirius' shoulder into his bed and Sirius can feel Remus' legs trapping him on both sides. He likes being trapped this way, when all thoughts of escaping seem morbid, why would anyone want to run from this?
Lips move to his neck and Sirius melts into the sheets, he doesn't entirely regret telling Remus that he has a “Neck thing.” Sirius sighs contently and rubs Remus' cheek with his own. The heavy thing in his chest is moving about spasmodically. He can taste the happiness on his tongue, it tastes like Remus and adventure.
The air in Remus' room is stifling, it smells like exploring and books and its so arid a voice like Remus' says. The air feels like its moving, zooming around the room and tangling Sirius' hair.
And suddenly it seems Sirius has been undressed. There are kisses being administered on his chest and a tongue swirling at his hipbone and a clever little hand on his thigh. “Mmph,” Sirius says, stretching like a pleased cat- with all the grace of a dog. Remus murmurs something against his skin. Sirius knows what Remus said without hearing it, he can feel it all in the ministrations his body received and the heaviness in his body that has nothing to do with the thick unrelenting air all around them.
“Boys!” a voice says somewhere in the immediate area outside Remus' bedroom (or 'Sex Lair' as Sirius dubbed it after his first night there.).
A shocking buzz of nerves fills them both. Remus jumped off of his bed and with a look, encompassing both his impending doom and a guilt that makes Sirius want to collapse of mortification, grabs the first item from his unpacked school trunk, sending it flying to Sirius. He grabs it with quick instincts he didn't know he had and pulled the uncomfortable fitting cloth over himself, just as the door was opening.
Margret Lupin, stared in confusion at the guilty looking boys. Both flushed, but only one wearing a dress robe, she felt very distressed.
“Doesn't anyone ever knock in this house?”
word count: 519
summary: interruptions and a household in desperate need of knocking lessons.
[1]
There is a mouth.
It is heavy and wet and so, so good. Sirius marvels at Remus' kisses, he can't believe that Remus would choose him. He thinks that that thought possibly came out too much Sally Field. On the outside he may seem like a cocky bastard but inside, he's really a cocky bastard who sometimes doubts why people would want him.
But Sirius can tell from the way that Remus paws at his chest and makes that deep mewling sound way in the back of his throat that he wants him. It's intense, like something heavy in his chest and he can't breathe, its strangling him, he's choking on nothing and its so perfect that he could cry. But he won't because he can hear a voice in his head start to chant “Girl girl girl!”, the voice, not shockingly, seems to belong to James Potter.
Remus pushes Sirius' shoulder into his bed and Sirius can feel Remus' legs trapping him on both sides. He likes being trapped this way, when all thoughts of escaping seem morbid, why would anyone want to run from this?
Lips move to his neck and Sirius melts into the sheets, he doesn't entirely regret telling Remus that he has a “Neck thing.” Sirius sighs contently and rubs Remus' cheek with his own. The heavy thing in his chest is moving about spasmodically. He can taste the happiness on his tongue, it tastes like Remus and adventure.
The air in Remus' room is stifling, it smells like exploring and books and its so arid a voice like Remus' says. The air feels like its moving, zooming around the room and tangling Sirius' hair.
And suddenly it seems Sirius has been undressed. There are kisses being administered on his chest and a tongue swirling at his hipbone and a clever little hand on his thigh. “Mmph,” Sirius says, stretching like a pleased cat- with all the grace of a dog. Remus murmurs something against his skin. Sirius knows what Remus said without hearing it, he can feel it all in the ministrations his body received and the heaviness in his body that has nothing to do with the thick unrelenting air all around them.
“Boys!” a voice says somewhere in the immediate area outside Remus' bedroom (or 'Sex Lair' as Sirius dubbed it after his first night there.).
A shocking buzz of nerves fills them both. Remus jumped off of his bed and with a look, encompassing both his impending doom and a guilt that makes Sirius want to collapse of mortification, grabs the first item from his unpacked school trunk, sending it flying to Sirius. He grabs it with quick instincts he didn't know he had and pulled the uncomfortable fitting cloth over himself, just as the door was opening.
Margret Lupin, stared in confusion at the guilty looking boys. Both flushed, but only one wearing a dress robe, she felt very distressed.
“Doesn't anyone ever knock in this house?”