Remus Lupin: Harry Potter Fandom: 15 years old
Author: Bitterfig
Title: In Bed with the Wolf
Age: 15 years old
Chapter: 3/8
Character: Remus Lupin
Pairing: Remus Lupin/Sirius Black
Fandom: Harry Potter
Ratings: R
Warnings: Slash, frottage between 15 year olds
Beta Reader: Nzomniac
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Fifteen Years Old
Remus was lying on the ground at the edge of the Forbidden Forest with Sirius Black, or rather Padfoot the dog, who was sitting on his chest licking his face.
“Come on, Sirius,” Remus laughed. “I’m not going to do anything with you until you turn back into yourself. I mean it.”
“Yeah?” the dog had already transformed into a young man who sat, legs straddling Remus’ chest. He was almost breathtakingly handsome, dark-haired and grey-eyed, irresistible when he smiled which he did devilishly before he resumed licking Remus’ face.
“Just kiss me, please. Just kiss me.” Remus begged as Sirius continued to lap at his face.
“Kissing is for poufs,” Sirius said wickedly.
He spread his body out on top of Remus’ and began rubbing against him. He was hard already beneath his trousers. Remus writhed under him, pressing upward to meet him.
“You like that, Moony?”
“Yes, yes.” Now the kiss, finally the kiss. Sirius’ undoing his own pants, undoing Remus’ pants, finally their naked cocks rubbing together. “Yes. Yes.” Sirius moved faster, pushing harder, almost violent. His own hips were thrusting and jerking. Remus wrapped his legs around Sirius’ hips, holding him to his body.
Sirius Black was something of an addiction to him. Remus always went a little crazy when the other boy touched him.
It had started first-year when they were just eleven. It hadn’t taken long for the more perceptive students in his house to notice Remus’ overnight absences every month, or the condition he usually reappeared in. He tore himself to pieces in those days.
One night he’d stayed up studying after everyone else had gone to bed and Sirius had cornered him in the Gryffindor common room. Literally backed him up against a wall and asked, “Where do you go every month?”
“I can’t tell,” Remus had said. “It’s a secret.”
Then Sirius had touched him. Moved his hands over Remus’ body in a way he had not thought was possible, leaving him weak. “Now you have another Secret,” Sirius had said.
When Sirius touched him, everything else went away. All the things that pressed suffocatingly upon his mind during the days and sometimes weeks when Sirius was not touching him disappeared.
Not long after he went off to school, his mother and father had split up for good. She went back to being a Muggle, and his father had begun the arduous and prolonged task of drinking himself to death. Remus had not been able to keep them together; he had not been able to make them happy.
There was a fear that hung over him. A fear of what the future held, a fear of his own nature, a fear of failing those around him. Of not being what his father wanted him to be, what James and Peter and Sirius wanted him to be.
Sirius’ touch erased all these things.
“Oh, oh, oh, Moony.” Sirius rocked against him, twitched and gasped and collapsed on top of him. “That was so good, so good,” Sirius panted, his hands clutching Remus’ hair. “So amazing. You’re so amazing, Moony.”
“I love you,” Remus whispered.
Sirius rolled off him, got to his feet pulling his trousers up.
“Why do you say stuff like that, Moony?” he asked. “You get way too into this. We’re just messing around, okay? If I wanted a girlfriend getting all weepy and confessing undying love every time we got off, I’d get an actual girl.”
Sirius said these things, he even believed them. Remus didn’t. They were not just messing around. They had never been just messing around. From the start, Sirius had claimed him every year, going further and further, systematically making Remus more and more his.
Title: In Bed with the Wolf
Age: 15 years old
Chapter: 3/8
Character: Remus Lupin
Pairing: Remus Lupin/Sirius Black
Fandom: Harry Potter
Ratings: R
Warnings: Slash, frottage between 15 year olds
Beta Reader: Nzomniac
5 Years Old
10 Years Old
Fifteen Years Old
Remus was lying on the ground at the edge of the Forbidden Forest with Sirius Black, or rather Padfoot the dog, who was sitting on his chest licking his face.
“Come on, Sirius,” Remus laughed. “I’m not going to do anything with you until you turn back into yourself. I mean it.”
“Yeah?” the dog had already transformed into a young man who sat, legs straddling Remus’ chest. He was almost breathtakingly handsome, dark-haired and grey-eyed, irresistible when he smiled which he did devilishly before he resumed licking Remus’ face.
“Just kiss me, please. Just kiss me.” Remus begged as Sirius continued to lap at his face.
“Kissing is for poufs,” Sirius said wickedly.
He spread his body out on top of Remus’ and began rubbing against him. He was hard already beneath his trousers. Remus writhed under him, pressing upward to meet him.
“You like that, Moony?”
“Yes, yes.” Now the kiss, finally the kiss. Sirius’ undoing his own pants, undoing Remus’ pants, finally their naked cocks rubbing together. “Yes. Yes.” Sirius moved faster, pushing harder, almost violent. His own hips were thrusting and jerking. Remus wrapped his legs around Sirius’ hips, holding him to his body.
Sirius Black was something of an addiction to him. Remus always went a little crazy when the other boy touched him.
It had started first-year when they were just eleven. It hadn’t taken long for the more perceptive students in his house to notice Remus’ overnight absences every month, or the condition he usually reappeared in. He tore himself to pieces in those days.
One night he’d stayed up studying after everyone else had gone to bed and Sirius had cornered him in the Gryffindor common room. Literally backed him up against a wall and asked, “Where do you go every month?”
“I can’t tell,” Remus had said. “It’s a secret.”
Then Sirius had touched him. Moved his hands over Remus’ body in a way he had not thought was possible, leaving him weak. “Now you have another Secret,” Sirius had said.
When Sirius touched him, everything else went away. All the things that pressed suffocatingly upon his mind during the days and sometimes weeks when Sirius was not touching him disappeared.
Not long after he went off to school, his mother and father had split up for good. She went back to being a Muggle, and his father had begun the arduous and prolonged task of drinking himself to death. Remus had not been able to keep them together; he had not been able to make them happy.
There was a fear that hung over him. A fear of what the future held, a fear of his own nature, a fear of failing those around him. Of not being what his father wanted him to be, what James and Peter and Sirius wanted him to be.
Sirius’ touch erased all these things.
“Oh, oh, oh, Moony.” Sirius rocked against him, twitched and gasped and collapsed on top of him. “That was so good, so good,” Sirius panted, his hands clutching Remus’ hair. “So amazing. You’re so amazing, Moony.”
“I love you,” Remus whispered.
Sirius rolled off him, got to his feet pulling his trousers up.
“Why do you say stuff like that, Moony?” he asked. “You get way too into this. We’re just messing around, okay? If I wanted a girlfriend getting all weepy and confessing undying love every time we got off, I’d get an actual girl.”
Sirius said these things, he even believed them. Remus didn’t. They were not just messing around. They had never been just messing around. From the start, Sirius had claimed him every year, going further and further, systematically making Remus more and more his.