Because there can never be too many boys in skirts. ever.
Blushing Pretty
By dramaphile
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rated: Definitely porn
Kinks: skirt!kink, Dirty talk like whoa, rimming/felching
Disclaimer: If this is was JKR intended to happen in her books, I will personally eat my left shoe. I do this only for the sake of my own pervyness and the pervyness of others, no money is being exchanged.
Word count: 800
Summary: Remus catches Sirius trying on a new outfit. Sort of.
A/N: Written for day 7 of pervy_werewolf‘s Lusty Month of May and just under the wire, too. Anyone have a better title? I am so horrible with titles tonight.
“Padfoot? Have you seen my-” Remus drops his book bag and stares, completely forgetting about whatever it was that he was looking for because Oh. Dear. God.
Sirius stands in front of the mirror, bare-chested with nothing more than a short plaid skirt gracing his slim hips. The tartan pleats are so short that they follow the curve of his arse, but leave a tantalizing hint of buttock peeking out from under the hem. He whirls around as Remus enters, eyes wide, tugging the scant bit of material down rather ineffectually.
“Uh, hullo Moony,” Sirius says, and Remus can’t help but smile at the pretty blush on his cheeks, “I, uh, didn’t think you were coming back yet.”
Remus nearly smirks. “I can see that, Padfoot. Who’d ya nick that from?”
“Girlsdormitory,” Sirius says in a small voice, mushing the words together, and Remus takes a step forward.
“It’s a lovely look for you. The tartan really brings out your eyes and accents your bum quite nicely. Have you got a pair of lacy knickers on underneath too?”
Sirius shakes his head, blushing further, “Only had time to get the skirt so I’m uh, not wearing anything under.” He tugs down the skirt further, bending forward, and Remus can see the skirt riding up in the back in the mirror, his round little arse revealed more with every tug. A lock of dark hair falls into Sirius’ eyes and Remus reaches forward, twisting it around one finger and the carefully tucking it behind Sirius’ left ear.
“So pretty,” he says with a predatory gleam in his eyes, “Did you wear all this for me?”
Sirius cracks a smile, embarrassed, and then quickly looks down at his feet, unable to meet Remus’ eyes. “Ikindasortathoughtyoumightlikeit,” he mumbles, and Remus tilts his chin up with one finger and Sirius looks up at him, now seeing the lust burning in his eyes.
“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you look?”
Arousal shoots through Sirius’ nerves at the ragged tone in Remus’ voice.
“Standing there in your little skirt, cheeks all flushed like a little girl, arse hanging out in the back. You look so unbelievably fuckable right now, do you know that? Do you know how hard it is for me not to throw you down on that bed right now and pull up that little skirt of yours and sink my cock into your round little arse?” Remus backs Sirius into the bed, pressing his pelvis against the front of Sirius’ skirt, letting him feel just how hard he is.
“I just want to drive into you, over and over again and make you whimper and beg me to touch your cock, and when I’ve got you shaking under me, completely fucking undone, out of your mind with need, I’ll wrap my hand around you and you’ll scream my name as you come so hard you see stars,” Sirius moans, so close to coming and Remus has barely even pressed against him. Remus’ lips are practically against his cheek, so close he can’t help but turn his head and press a sucking kiss to the side of Remus’ jaw.
“And when I’m done coming inside your hot little arse, I’ll turn you over and lap at you, suck the come right out of your arse until you’re gasping and whimpering and so hard again already, and when it’s all gone, I’ll fuck you with my tongue until you come again, screaming and clenching around my tongue because you can’t fucking think it’s so good.”
Sirius shudders and nearly comes just at the thought of the words coming out of Remus’ mouth. Before he can even think, Remus is down on his knees, lifting the skirt up and swallowing him down to the root, throat working around his aching length and he can’t hold it any longer because Remus’ mouth is so tight, so hot, so wet, and he howls and comes in jerking bursts down Remus’ throat, hands clenched in the fabric of his skirt, knees quaking with the effort. Remus swallows the last bit of semen and then releases Sirius’ cock and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
“My God, Moony. Where did that come from?” Remus kisses him to hide the slight blush on his cheeks and Sirius flops backwards on the bed, breathing heavily. Remus crawls up next to him and kisses him again, sliding one leg between Sirius’. Sirius presses back against the bulge digging into his hip and Remus gasps and grinds back.
“Now about that other stuff you mentioned…”
By dramaphile
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rated: Definitely porn
Kinks: skirt!kink, Dirty talk like whoa, rimming/felching
Disclaimer: If this is was JKR intended to happen in her books, I will personally eat my left shoe. I do this only for the sake of my own pervyness and the pervyness of others, no money is being exchanged.
Word count: 800
Summary: Remus catches Sirius trying on a new outfit. Sort of.
A/N: Written for day 7 of pervy_werewolf‘s Lusty Month of May and just under the wire, too. Anyone have a better title? I am so horrible with titles tonight.
“Padfoot? Have you seen my-” Remus drops his book bag and stares, completely forgetting about whatever it was that he was looking for because Oh. Dear. God.
Sirius stands in front of the mirror, bare-chested with nothing more than a short plaid skirt gracing his slim hips. The tartan pleats are so short that they follow the curve of his arse, but leave a tantalizing hint of buttock peeking out from under the hem. He whirls around as Remus enters, eyes wide, tugging the scant bit of material down rather ineffectually.
“Uh, hullo Moony,” Sirius says, and Remus can’t help but smile at the pretty blush on his cheeks, “I, uh, didn’t think you were coming back yet.”
Remus nearly smirks. “I can see that, Padfoot. Who’d ya nick that from?”
“Girlsdormitory,” Sirius says in a small voice, mushing the words together, and Remus takes a step forward.
“It’s a lovely look for you. The tartan really brings out your eyes and accents your bum quite nicely. Have you got a pair of lacy knickers on underneath too?”
Sirius shakes his head, blushing further, “Only had time to get the skirt so I’m uh, not wearing anything under.” He tugs down the skirt further, bending forward, and Remus can see the skirt riding up in the back in the mirror, his round little arse revealed more with every tug. A lock of dark hair falls into Sirius’ eyes and Remus reaches forward, twisting it around one finger and the carefully tucking it behind Sirius’ left ear.
“So pretty,” he says with a predatory gleam in his eyes, “Did you wear all this for me?”
Sirius cracks a smile, embarrassed, and then quickly looks down at his feet, unable to meet Remus’ eyes. “Ikindasortathoughtyoumightlikeit,” he mumbles, and Remus tilts his chin up with one finger and Sirius looks up at him, now seeing the lust burning in his eyes.
“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you look?”
Arousal shoots through Sirius’ nerves at the ragged tone in Remus’ voice.
“Standing there in your little skirt, cheeks all flushed like a little girl, arse hanging out in the back. You look so unbelievably fuckable right now, do you know that? Do you know how hard it is for me not to throw you down on that bed right now and pull up that little skirt of yours and sink my cock into your round little arse?” Remus backs Sirius into the bed, pressing his pelvis against the front of Sirius’ skirt, letting him feel just how hard he is.
“I just want to drive into you, over and over again and make you whimper and beg me to touch your cock, and when I’ve got you shaking under me, completely fucking undone, out of your mind with need, I’ll wrap my hand around you and you’ll scream my name as you come so hard you see stars,” Sirius moans, so close to coming and Remus has barely even pressed against him. Remus’ lips are practically against his cheek, so close he can’t help but turn his head and press a sucking kiss to the side of Remus’ jaw.
“And when I’m done coming inside your hot little arse, I’ll turn you over and lap at you, suck the come right out of your arse until you’re gasping and whimpering and so hard again already, and when it’s all gone, I’ll fuck you with my tongue until you come again, screaming and clenching around my tongue because you can’t fucking think it’s so good.”
Sirius shudders and nearly comes just at the thought of the words coming out of Remus’ mouth. Before he can even think, Remus is down on his knees, lifting the skirt up and swallowing him down to the root, throat working around his aching length and he can’t hold it any longer because Remus’ mouth is so tight, so hot, so wet, and he howls and comes in jerking bursts down Remus’ throat, hands clenched in the fabric of his skirt, knees quaking with the effort. Remus swallows the last bit of semen and then releases Sirius’ cock and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
“My God, Moony. Where did that come from?” Remus kisses him to hide the slight blush on his cheeks and Sirius flops backwards on the bed, breathing heavily. Remus crawls up next to him and kisses him again, sliding one leg between Sirius’. Sirius presses back against the bulge digging into his hip and Remus gasps and grinds back.
“Now about that other stuff you mentioned…”