Week Two Drabbles Are Up!
Here are the drabbles for Week Two!
Word Prompt: Stripes
Word Count: Up to 300
Genre: Discovering a new kink/fetish
AFTER THE DRABBLES, PLEASE NOTE THE NEW VOTING RULES FOR THIS WEEK ONLY!
Team Moony
1.
Title: The Exhibitioners Exhibitionists
Author: anothersaturday
Summary: Remus strongly disapproves of fooling around in public. No, really, he does.
Contains: handjobs in public, naughty business happening while the boys are still at Hogwarts (though in my mind, they're totally both 18-year-old seventh years here-- that's my story and I'm sticking to it!)
The first time, it just sort of happens.
They’re out of bounds, that night, huddled under the invisibility cloak, Remus's hand clapped over Sirius’s grinning mouth as they watch Filch pace nearby, muttering that he knows they’re about, little brats, heard their footsteps-
Sirius is laughing silently into Remus’s palm; but Remus is too alarmed to move. Next to him, Sirius shifts, and Remus mouths Be still, which of course sets Sirius wriggling worse than ever, not stopping even when Remus elbows him, hard. And the next thing Remus knows, Sirius’s hand is snaking between them, twisting round till it’s pressed quite firmly against-
Oh.
“You’re not funny,” Remus breathes, but Sirius seems entertained, running his fingers along the stripes of Remus’s admittedly naff pajama pants.
Filch is closer now, and Remus is certain he’s about to catch them, certain it will be his own labored breathing that gives them away, especially as Sirius’s fingers are snaking under his waistband and-We’ll get into trouble, expelled, dangerous, he thinks incoherently, but that only seems to make it better, only makes the edges of his vision go all the fuzzier as he rocks involuntarily forward into Sirius’s hand.
Be still, Sirius mouths, smirking.
And then Filch is gone, rounding the bend in the corridor, and Sirius withdraws his hand. “You’re a pervert,” he whispers, sounding amused.
Remus scowls. “How’m I a pervert, you’re the one who-“
“Maybe,” Sirius concedes. “But you liked almost getting caught, yeah? I could tell. I reckon you’re a wossit, exhibitioner.”
“Exhibitionist,” Remus corrects, blushing. “And I’m not.”
Sirius just laughs. And in that moment, Remus hates him, truly he does: but when he asks, “So should we borrow the cloak off James again tomorrow night?” well, Remus doesn’t say no.
2.
Title: Louder than Words
Author: gorthead
Summary: Remus loves Sirius being loud during sex. However,
sharing a dormitory means this isn't always possible.
Contains: Sex, gagging/vague bondage
Remus loved it when Sirius was vocal. The strangled cries, the increasingly frantic breaths, the way he would groan his name as though Remus and pleasure were one and the same, even the little contended sigh he made involuntarily, every night, just as he fell asleep.
However, the end of term was approaching. The combination of final papers and damp, cold weather kept James indoors for unprecedented lengths of time, and thereby in closer proximity to the dormitory at any given hour of the day or night. Remus and Sirius could no longer
count on James and Peter spending a whole Sunday afternoon outdoors, emblazoning the lawns of the Quidditch pitch with red and gold stripes (something that McGonagall had given them both detentions for, though not without an amused roll of her eyes and a suppressed smile). So, it really came about as a matter of necessity.
It started out as a game - Sirius would bite his lower lip to prevent from crying out, bury his face in the pillows. If Sirius failed to be quiet, Remus would force his hands over Sirius' lips, make him swallow his moans, lock eyes long enough to give him a chastising stare. Soon, Remus found himself grinning wickedly as Sirius, bound with a tie, was
helpless to make any sound louder than a whimper, high in his throat. The first time they did it this way, Sirius came so hard Remus was sure he would himself be destroyed by the aftershocks; he had to bunch the sheets in his fists to hold in his own uncharacteristic cries of pleasure.
Remus pulled the tie off to kiss him with force. Even silenced, Sirius was very loud. Remus was glad he could not be contained.
3.
Title: The Moo in Moony
Author: huntingsnarks
Summary: Sirius is up to no good, and Remus won’t have it.
Contains: Fabricated fetishes and naughty talk.
“Say it.”
“No.”
“For me, Moony.”
“I will not.”
And it was there, if Remus had his way, that the matter should have ended. It didn’t, of course, but he was hardly surprised. Sirius wasn’t the sort to let things lie.
“Please?”
“I won’t say it, Padfoot. Not for you, not for money, and not for sexual favours. Now stop asking or I’ll belt you one.”
“Like that, would you?”
“Sod off. Not everyone’s into chains and bloody whips and all that.”
This earned Remus a knowing sort of smirk that sent him spluttering. “What? I’ve never asked you to dress in women’s clothing, or parade around in leather chaps, or get down on the floor and - and moo like a cow.”
Sirius blinked. “Moo?”
Mortification daubed Remus’ cheeks with stripes of red, but there seemed nothing to do but stand his ground. “Like a cow.”
“There’s a rule about fetishes, you know.”
“Merlin help me.”
“If you think one up, it must exist - and probably has its own ad in the back pages of the Prophet.”
“And you probably put it there, pervert,” Remus muttered, wishing he could sink right into the floor. By the time he’d managed to summon up a glare of moral outrage, Sirius had sidled closer. Remus found his forearms grasped next moment, his descent through the floorboards rudely arrested.
“Go on, Moony. Just… whisper it. In my ear. And then I’ll moo all you want, no questions asked.”
Remus groaned but the thing was useless. He never could resist for long, as Sirius well knew.
Rolling his eyes to the heavens, Remus leaned in and muttered the words.
“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”
Sirius inhaled sharply. “Oh, Moo-ny…”
4.
Title: Oral Perversions
Author: danikos_realms
Summary: Sirius finds Remus in a compromising position.
Contains: fluff, slash, rimming (off scene).
Remus Lupin realised he had got particularly fond of Sirius in their seventh year, specifically when he grunted Sirius’s name during his Friday wank. Since he was just that lucky, Sirius heard him.
“Well, well, well,” Sirius drawled, “something you forgot to mention, Moony?”
The sound of Sirius’s smoky voice and the rush of being caught brought Remus over the edge, and his eyes rolled closed with the force of his release.
“Red and golden stripes, like the Quidditch uniform?” Sirius asked, holding the bed-curtains open. Self-awareness followed those words, and Remus withdrew the lollipop from his mouth, refusing to look at Sirius as he stared at Remus’s perversion.
Suddenly, a hand was stroking him out of his high; Remus twitched, his body still feverish with pleasure. “It’s Honeydukes’ cherry-flavoured kind,” he offered breathlessly.
Sirius grinned. “If you want to suck on something that bad, you could’ve just asked.” He stroked Remus’s cheek with his other hand, before he picked up the lollipop.
Remus knew he couldn’t have, though; it might be acceptable for best friends to touch each other in the dark when the urge got overwhelming, but it wasn’t okay for Remus to actually want Sirius down his throat. “I’m sorry.”
Sirius huffed a laugh and, finally, Remus looked at him to see a gentle light in his sexy expression. “I might forgive you; if you give me the treatment you just gave that lollipop. And then I want to see if you taste as good down here,” Sirius squeezed his arse, “as you do up here.” He kissed Remus’s lips, then lower, following the path he was tracing with the sticky lollipop. “See if the lollipop fits there, too.”
Remus flushed with pleasure, giving in to sensation. That sounded utterly delicious to him.
5.
Title: Page Twenty Seven
Author: ali_wilde
Summary: Remus isn’t sure when Sirius suggests something new, but he soon warms up to a few kinks.
Contains: rude words
Remus cursed. He’d already pleaded, begged and struggled; all to no avail. The conversation he’d had with Sirius kept replaying in his head.
I was thinking we should try something different,” Sirius had said.
“Why?” Remus had asked, snuggling contentedly in Sirius’ arms.
“Don’t you sometimes feel that something’s missing?” Sirius had shifted and pulled a magazine from under his pillow.
“Sirius. What have I-? We don’t need magazines.”
Sirius had sat up then, and turned to page twenty seven. He’d dropped the open magazine in front of Remus. Two men, one tied to the bed, grinned at him. Remus blushed and grabbed the pillow to place over his cock. The men in the magazine had looked disappointed.
“You want to tie me up or have public sex?”
Looking back now, Remus realised that he should not have said public sex. Chances were all Sirius had wanted was to tie him up. But no, he had to open his mouth and try being smart. He knew Sirius, Goddamnit. Knew him better even than James when it came to carnal pleasures. He could kick himself. If his feet hadn’t been tied to supports under the Quidditch stands.
“They’ll miss us. Someone is bound to come.”
“Yup, you.”
“Oh, funny.” Remus struggled again. “Sirius, please. Imagine if Malfoy or Snape venture under here.”
“I knew I wasn’t the only one who thought they were having a fling.” Sirius kissed Remus. “Shush. Or I’ll use the crop. Some stripes on your arse will make it even sweeter.”
Remus’ cock hardened. Oh God, where had Sirius learned how to talk like that? And he was right. Remus knew he’d come the minute Sirius touched him, whether his boyfriend fucked him or not. One way to fix that.
“Don’t suppose you have a cock ring…?”
6.
Title: Tender Touch
Author: dragon_gypsy
Summary: Apparently “stop it that tickles” is code for “that feels good keep going”.
Contains: Ear licking...? (Which is kind of weird so I suppose it should be warned about)
Sirius had him by the tie, red and gold stripes twined between his fingers. His eyes were wide and there was a hint of a grin on his lips. “You-” he started.
Remus clamped his hands over his ear, blushing furiously despite his best efforts to stop. “I have sensitive ears.”
“That was a wonderful sound,” Sirius said, and licked his lips. Remus wondered if Sirius realised how wolfish he looked when he did that. “Will you do it again?”
“I will not,” Remus stressed, moving his hands to push Sirius away, but it was too late for any further complaints as the boy leaned over and nipped at his exposed ear. He couldn't suppress the shiver or whimper as he felt the first teasing swipe of tongue against the curve of his ear. “I really wish - ahh, it tickles stop it - that you wouldn't do that.”
Tightening his grip on the tie, Sirius huffed out a laugh into Remus' ear and said, “Don't act like you don't like it.”
When Remus tried to make a disgruntled sound in protest, it melted into moan and he knew that any further attempts at protest would be futile.
7.
Title: Your Light Fingers
Author: lotherington
Summary: First-War era, about six months before Hallowe’en,
1981. The boys have a fight with an unexpected outcome.
Contains: Language, breathplay, angst, smut (hurrah!).
‘You can’t say that!’ Remus roared, slamming his palms down on the table and getting up so quickly his chair fell backwards onto the floor. ‘Just... fuck off, Sirius, you can’t say that!’
Sirius got up and moved in front of him, pressing his hands against the doorway so that Remus couldn’t leave the kitchen. ‘Don’t you dare walk away from me.’
‘Fuck you,’ Remus muttered darkly, shoving one of Sirius’s arms out of the way.
‘No,’ Sirius growled, grabbing Remus’s neck and striding forwards so that Remus had to scramble backwards to avoid choking, coming to a stop only when he was shoved against the fridge, Sirius’s long fingers still round his neck. He breathed in and brought his hands up to wrap round Sirius’s arm, though he didn’t try and pull Sirius off. ‘You don’t get to walk away from me, not from this,’ Sirius hissed, tightening his hand slightly.
Vision clouding over, Remus gritted his teeth. ‘Harder,’ he said, moving one hand to the back of Sirius’s head, pulling him in, sucking on his bottom lip. ‘Please,’ he breathed, lifting heavy-lidded, imploring eyes to Sirius’s.
Setting his jaw, Sirius tightened his hand again, raising his eyebrows when Remus moaned, long and low, his hips jerking forwards. ‘Fuck,’ Sirius said, kissing Remus desperately, pushing his hand into Remus’s soft, worn cords, wrapping his fingers round Remus’s cock, stroking him until he was leaking pre-come.
‘Please,’ Remus gasped again, breaking off into a high-pitched, half-formed moan.
Sirius squeezed harder, cutting off Remus’s airway entirely. Eyes narrow and dark, he pulled Remus’s cock, twisted his hand, and Remus came, his mouth slack, holding onto Sirius’s arms so tightly he knew there would be stripes of bruises left there by his fingers tomorrow morning.
Sirius frowned. Straightened. Moved away.
'Don't go.'
Team Padfoot
8.
Title: Directions for Application as Follows...
Author: chlare
Summary: Sirius plays a little too long in the sun. Post-Hogwarts.
Contains: Use of eighties fashion, poor judgment in sunscreen placement.
The stripes were fresh and red, standing out from his skin like wand sparks. Well, the ones on the front of his thighs were. The ones on the back certainly felt red...
"Moony," Sirius whined, shifting restlessly, his skin feeling tight and achy.
"On your stomach, Padfoot," Remus said with a cheerful, smug look as he padded back to their bed.
"Yeah, yeah, you told me so," Sirius muttered, rolling onto his front and shooting a scathing look at Remus.
"Basically."
Sirius heard the smile then felt slippery, cold fingertips sliding over the back of one thigh.
"Moony!" Sirius tensed at the sudden cold but then relaxed into the bed as he felt the first line of sunburn being soothed.
"Bloody ugly cut-offs. And you call my wardrobe threadbare." Remus slid a fingertip up higher on the thick muscle of Sirius' thigh.
"'S the style, Remus," Sirius huffed into the sheets, shifting his legs apart as Remus' breath breezed over the newly slick skin. "What's that potion, anyway?"
"Aloe? Maybe if you'd paid attention in Herbology..."
Sirius rolled his eyes, but he knew- "Moony..." the moan that fell out of him was throatier this time and he arched down as Remus ran fingers under the curve of his arse several times.
"Burn's wider here, Padfoot," Remus murmured. "Bending over a lot in that Quidditch game, were you?"
Sirius' response was to rub against the bed, prompting Remus' fingers to smooth again and again over his arse and thighs. "Mhm, definitely some bending over," Remus murmured thickly. "Front, Padfoot." Remus was already moving up the bed, eyes glittering darkly above him once Sirius was on his back, cock lying thickly against his stomach.
"Moony..."
"Maybe we should keep those godawful shorts after all," Remus rasped, mouth already seeking out Sirius' cock.
9.
Title: Let's Spend the Night Together
Author: escribo
Summary: Sirius discovers that all he wants is to be in love
Contains: Mentions of bondage and D/s but the crux of the matter would be voyeurism
It was the fall after they’d left school when Sirius discovered he quite liked Remus’ smiles, quite a lot actually. By the winter, he’d found that a bottle of firewhiskey and The Rolling Stones played on his charmed turntable was rather enough to convince a naked and charmingly drunk Remus to spend the night. By spring, it was more than Remus’ smiles that Sirius loved.
What drove Sirius particularly mad was how very open Remus was, so very trusting. He’d taken it for granted at Hogwarts where his friendship with James and his cleverness made him untouchable. Outside Hogwarts, with the war raging, Sirius’ name alone tended to cause people to withdraw and regard him warily. Not Remus, not when they’d been at school and not now, though it was bad enough being a werewolf, let alone friends and then some with Sirius Black.
They’d lay in bed, Remus clutching the red sheets with its thin gold stripes in fists gone white knuckled and every whim fulfilled, every question answered with yes, please, and more. Blindfolds and restraints of every sort, magical and otherwise, made to beg, made to be silent--Remus met Sirius turn for turn. He’d blush and tremble when it suited, command when Sirius felt the need to be brought to heel--nothing too much, everything not nearly enough.
Remus’ trust in Sirius never wavered, not even that summer when Gideon Prewitt caught them snogging and Sirius suggested he join them--when Sirius told Remus what he really wanted was to watch. He loved the sight of it--Gideon bent over Remus and Remus keening, his eyes on Sirius’--until he’d hated it and pulled Remus away whispering mine and Remus answering always.
10.
Title: Metamorphose
Author: eprime
Summary: A rogue spell reveals secrets.
Contains: not very explicit sex, trichophilia
An errant charm that Remus halted before Sirius' hair grew much past his hips was all it took for his world to slip sideways. Sirius laughed and tossed the heavy mass over his shoulders, insisting on keeping it that way all evening, even when they left the Leaky Cauldron.
Waiting to cross a corner, Sirius looked over his shoulder. Remus was behind him, eyes closed as the wind whipped black strands against his flushed face. His hand came up, knuckles pressing one wayward lock to his cheek.
"Remus."
Sirius barely whispered the name, but Remus' eyes flew open, dark with longing and rising fear, to meet Sirius' own wide-eyed gaze. His hand slowly dropped, fingers uncurling to let the lock flutter free. He took a careful step away from Sirius, his expression shuttering, and Sirius reached for him, pulling Remus into the shadows and whispering, "Don't."
A kiss, and Remus sank his fingers deep into Sirius' hair, drawing him as close as the secrets he kept.
Sirius apparated them to his bedroom and shed their clothes with a muttered spell before pushing Remus back onto the white sheets of the unmade bed. Remus stared up with liquid, solemn eyes as if he were witnessing the birth of a god.
And now Remus shivered with need beneath him, inky stripes painting the pale thighs that Sirius lay between. As Sirius sucked him slowly, sweetly, Remus arched, the column of his throat gleaming, and his fingers twined, endlessly, compulsively, through the glossy, black strands that spilled over his body.
Later, Remus stroked him, reverent, a length of Sirius' own hair wrapped around his hand, his face buried against Sirius' neck, curtained in black. Sirius came shuddering to that silky touch and Remus' lips whispering against his skin.
"I've always loved your hair."
11.
Title: Red
Author: whitmans_kiss
Summary: Remus raised an eyebrow in challenge and agreed; Sirius nearly choked on his shot.
Contains: drinking, does-this-even-count-as-crossdressing
Sirius had kissed enough birds in his day to know that he’d never much cared for the stuff - it was unnatural, the bright pinks and fierce purples expertly smeared across pouting lips, which would then inexpertly smear all over his face. And it’d always been bloody impossible to wipe off, especially from his neck, where it would never fail to leave faded, waxy stripes on his shirtcollar, telling enough even without a quick cleaning spell.
But when James broke out the whiskey, and Peter dared Remus to do it, Moony, c’mon, pulling out an ex-girlfriend’s tube of lipstick from his trunk, and Remus raised an eyebrow in challenge and agreed, Sirius nearly choked on his shot.
Gryffindor red, rich and slick, creamy. James conjured a mirror and Sirius could only watch, helpless, as Remus’ long fingers twisted the base of the tube, tongue flicking out to moisten his lips.
Sirius’ mouth went instantly dry.
Remus’ full lips looked almost plush, stark and red against his face, curled into a smile as he reached for the whiskey bottle, bringing it to his mouth, which was all it took for Sirius to imagine those lips curled around something else instead, marking red everywhere as Remus -
- oh. What was that again, about lipstick?
12.
Title: The Ties That Bind
Author: writerofictions
Summary: There is no better way to spend a boring summer afternoon than trying something new. Especially if that something new yields the desired results.
Contains: light bondage, sexual situations
The room was almost insufferably hot, the windows and doors shut up tight despite the fact that it was summer, making the master bedroom absolutely stifling. Sirius’ dark hair was clinging to his sweaty forehead, the sheets beneath him damp as he writhed with pleasure, feet planted firmly into the mattress.
It was he who had suggested that they try something new on this lazy afternoon, and somehow it was now he who was the victim of Remus’ rather tortuous ministrations. Finding the lengths of cord in the house had been easy and even being tied up to the bed posts hadn’t been so bad. Now that he couldn’t move his hands, however? It was murder.
All he wanted to do was touch Remus, to reach down between his own thighs and slide his fingers into the others hair. Every time he tugged at his bindings, however, all that happened was that they cut more into his wrists, leaving his skin marred with angry red stripes that would last for hours after.
The pounding in his heart seemed to increase, and he knew with certainty what was about to happen next. He curled his toes, his heart in his throat as he finally met his very sweet release, panting out Remus’ name and giving one last tug of his wrists before he seemed to collapse into the mattress.
Sitting up, Remus took in a few deep breaths of air and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before reaching for his wand. He gave a flick and the bindings loosened themselves, releasing Sirius from their hold.
“Are you alright?”
“Never been better,” Sirius panted softly, rubbing at his wrists and smirking to himself. He would have to come up with some more ways to waste away the afternoons.
There is good news and bad news to be had this week. I'll deliver the bad news first:
Two team members have been disqualified for this (late), that (technical difficulties), and the other (no show).
So, we will be saying goodbye to katie_padfoot and xinqii this week.
YOU WOULD DO THIS TO ME ON THE WEEK IT'S MY TURN TO BE 'MOD-IN-CHARGE'...*sobs*
The good news is...
Because we've had two disqualifications this week, we will NOT be having any others. Even though both disqualifications were on Team Padfoot's side, we won't make any Team Moony members suffer any consequences.
So, everyone whose drabble is posted today will be moving on to Week Three.
Please read carefully:
This week, vote for the ONE DRABBLE PER TEAM that is your FAVOURITE!
Comments are screened (or at least, I sure hope they are). Please include both the team names, the numbers, and titles of your favourite drabbles in your vote.
THERE SHOULD BE TWO 'FAVOURITE' VOTES: ONE vote for your favourite drabble from Team Moony, ONE vote for your favourite drabble from Team Padfoot. (You can also include a comment on why you liked a particular drabble!)
Participants, you are encouraged to vote, but please don't vote for your own drabble.
VOTING HAS BEEN CLOSED!
Word Prompt: Stripes
Word Count: Up to 300
Genre: Discovering a new kink/fetish
AFTER THE DRABBLES, PLEASE NOTE THE NEW VOTING RULES FOR THIS WEEK ONLY!
Team Moony
1.
Title: The Exhibitioners Exhibitionists
Author: anothersaturday
Summary: Remus strongly disapproves of fooling around in public. No, really, he does.
Contains: handjobs in public, naughty business happening while the boys are still at Hogwarts (though in my mind, they're totally both 18-year-old seventh years here-- that's my story and I'm sticking to it!)
The first time, it just sort of happens.
They’re out of bounds, that night, huddled under the invisibility cloak, Remus's hand clapped over Sirius’s grinning mouth as they watch Filch pace nearby, muttering that he knows they’re about, little brats, heard their footsteps-
Sirius is laughing silently into Remus’s palm; but Remus is too alarmed to move. Next to him, Sirius shifts, and Remus mouths Be still, which of course sets Sirius wriggling worse than ever, not stopping even when Remus elbows him, hard. And the next thing Remus knows, Sirius’s hand is snaking between them, twisting round till it’s pressed quite firmly against-
Oh.
“You’re not funny,” Remus breathes, but Sirius seems entertained, running his fingers along the stripes of Remus’s admittedly naff pajama pants.
Filch is closer now, and Remus is certain he’s about to catch them, certain it will be his own labored breathing that gives them away, especially as Sirius’s fingers are snaking under his waistband and-We’ll get into trouble, expelled, dangerous, he thinks incoherently, but that only seems to make it better, only makes the edges of his vision go all the fuzzier as he rocks involuntarily forward into Sirius’s hand.
Be still, Sirius mouths, smirking.
And then Filch is gone, rounding the bend in the corridor, and Sirius withdraws his hand. “You’re a pervert,” he whispers, sounding amused.
Remus scowls. “How’m I a pervert, you’re the one who-“
“Maybe,” Sirius concedes. “But you liked almost getting caught, yeah? I could tell. I reckon you’re a wossit, exhibitioner.”
“Exhibitionist,” Remus corrects, blushing. “And I’m not.”
Sirius just laughs. And in that moment, Remus hates him, truly he does: but when he asks, “So should we borrow the cloak off James again tomorrow night?” well, Remus doesn’t say no.
2.
Title: Louder than Words
Author: gorthead
Summary: Remus loves Sirius being loud during sex. However,
sharing a dormitory means this isn't always possible.
Contains: Sex, gagging/vague bondage
Remus loved it when Sirius was vocal. The strangled cries, the increasingly frantic breaths, the way he would groan his name as though Remus and pleasure were one and the same, even the little contended sigh he made involuntarily, every night, just as he fell asleep.
However, the end of term was approaching. The combination of final papers and damp, cold weather kept James indoors for unprecedented lengths of time, and thereby in closer proximity to the dormitory at any given hour of the day or night. Remus and Sirius could no longer
count on James and Peter spending a whole Sunday afternoon outdoors, emblazoning the lawns of the Quidditch pitch with red and gold stripes (something that McGonagall had given them both detentions for, though not without an amused roll of her eyes and a suppressed smile). So, it really came about as a matter of necessity.
It started out as a game - Sirius would bite his lower lip to prevent from crying out, bury his face in the pillows. If Sirius failed to be quiet, Remus would force his hands over Sirius' lips, make him swallow his moans, lock eyes long enough to give him a chastising stare. Soon, Remus found himself grinning wickedly as Sirius, bound with a tie, was
helpless to make any sound louder than a whimper, high in his throat. The first time they did it this way, Sirius came so hard Remus was sure he would himself be destroyed by the aftershocks; he had to bunch the sheets in his fists to hold in his own uncharacteristic cries of pleasure.
Remus pulled the tie off to kiss him with force. Even silenced, Sirius was very loud. Remus was glad he could not be contained.
3.
Title: The Moo in Moony
Author: huntingsnarks
Summary: Sirius is up to no good, and Remus won’t have it.
Contains: Fabricated fetishes and naughty talk.
“Say it.”
“No.”
“For me, Moony.”
“I will not.”
And it was there, if Remus had his way, that the matter should have ended. It didn’t, of course, but he was hardly surprised. Sirius wasn’t the sort to let things lie.
“Please?”
“I won’t say it, Padfoot. Not for you, not for money, and not for sexual favours. Now stop asking or I’ll belt you one.”
“Like that, would you?”
“Sod off. Not everyone’s into chains and bloody whips and all that.”
This earned Remus a knowing sort of smirk that sent him spluttering. “What? I’ve never asked you to dress in women’s clothing, or parade around in leather chaps, or get down on the floor and - and moo like a cow.”
Sirius blinked. “Moo?”
Mortification daubed Remus’ cheeks with stripes of red, but there seemed nothing to do but stand his ground. “Like a cow.”
“There’s a rule about fetishes, you know.”
“Merlin help me.”
“If you think one up, it must exist - and probably has its own ad in the back pages of the Prophet.”
“And you probably put it there, pervert,” Remus muttered, wishing he could sink right into the floor. By the time he’d managed to summon up a glare of moral outrage, Sirius had sidled closer. Remus found his forearms grasped next moment, his descent through the floorboards rudely arrested.
“Go on, Moony. Just… whisper it. In my ear. And then I’ll moo all you want, no questions asked.”
Remus groaned but the thing was useless. He never could resist for long, as Sirius well knew.
Rolling his eyes to the heavens, Remus leaned in and muttered the words.
“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”
Sirius inhaled sharply. “Oh, Moo-ny…”
4.
Title: Oral Perversions
Author: danikos_realms
Summary: Sirius finds Remus in a compromising position.
Contains: fluff, slash, rimming (off scene).
Remus Lupin realised he had got particularly fond of Sirius in their seventh year, specifically when he grunted Sirius’s name during his Friday wank. Since he was just that lucky, Sirius heard him.
“Well, well, well,” Sirius drawled, “something you forgot to mention, Moony?”
The sound of Sirius’s smoky voice and the rush of being caught brought Remus over the edge, and his eyes rolled closed with the force of his release.
“Red and golden stripes, like the Quidditch uniform?” Sirius asked, holding the bed-curtains open. Self-awareness followed those words, and Remus withdrew the lollipop from his mouth, refusing to look at Sirius as he stared at Remus’s perversion.
Suddenly, a hand was stroking him out of his high; Remus twitched, his body still feverish with pleasure. “It’s Honeydukes’ cherry-flavoured kind,” he offered breathlessly.
Sirius grinned. “If you want to suck on something that bad, you could’ve just asked.” He stroked Remus’s cheek with his other hand, before he picked up the lollipop.
Remus knew he couldn’t have, though; it might be acceptable for best friends to touch each other in the dark when the urge got overwhelming, but it wasn’t okay for Remus to actually want Sirius down his throat. “I’m sorry.”
Sirius huffed a laugh and, finally, Remus looked at him to see a gentle light in his sexy expression. “I might forgive you; if you give me the treatment you just gave that lollipop. And then I want to see if you taste as good down here,” Sirius squeezed his arse, “as you do up here.” He kissed Remus’s lips, then lower, following the path he was tracing with the sticky lollipop. “See if the lollipop fits there, too.”
Remus flushed with pleasure, giving in to sensation. That sounded utterly delicious to him.
5.
Title: Page Twenty Seven
Author: ali_wilde
Summary: Remus isn’t sure when Sirius suggests something new, but he soon warms up to a few kinks.
Contains: rude words
Remus cursed. He’d already pleaded, begged and struggled; all to no avail. The conversation he’d had with Sirius kept replaying in his head.
I was thinking we should try something different,” Sirius had said.
“Why?” Remus had asked, snuggling contentedly in Sirius’ arms.
“Don’t you sometimes feel that something’s missing?” Sirius had shifted and pulled a magazine from under his pillow.
“Sirius. What have I-? We don’t need magazines.”
Sirius had sat up then, and turned to page twenty seven. He’d dropped the open magazine in front of Remus. Two men, one tied to the bed, grinned at him. Remus blushed and grabbed the pillow to place over his cock. The men in the magazine had looked disappointed.
“You want to tie me up or have public sex?”
Looking back now, Remus realised that he should not have said public sex. Chances were all Sirius had wanted was to tie him up. But no, he had to open his mouth and try being smart. He knew Sirius, Goddamnit. Knew him better even than James when it came to carnal pleasures. He could kick himself. If his feet hadn’t been tied to supports under the Quidditch stands.
“They’ll miss us. Someone is bound to come.”
“Yup, you.”
“Oh, funny.” Remus struggled again. “Sirius, please. Imagine if Malfoy or Snape venture under here.”
“I knew I wasn’t the only one who thought they were having a fling.” Sirius kissed Remus. “Shush. Or I’ll use the crop. Some stripes on your arse will make it even sweeter.”
Remus’ cock hardened. Oh God, where had Sirius learned how to talk like that? And he was right. Remus knew he’d come the minute Sirius touched him, whether his boyfriend fucked him or not. One way to fix that.
“Don’t suppose you have a cock ring…?”
6.
Title: Tender Touch
Author: dragon_gypsy
Summary: Apparently “stop it that tickles” is code for “that feels good keep going”.
Contains: Ear licking...? (Which is kind of weird so I suppose it should be warned about)
Sirius had him by the tie, red and gold stripes twined between his fingers. His eyes were wide and there was a hint of a grin on his lips. “You-” he started.
Remus clamped his hands over his ear, blushing furiously despite his best efforts to stop. “I have sensitive ears.”
“That was a wonderful sound,” Sirius said, and licked his lips. Remus wondered if Sirius realised how wolfish he looked when he did that. “Will you do it again?”
“I will not,” Remus stressed, moving his hands to push Sirius away, but it was too late for any further complaints as the boy leaned over and nipped at his exposed ear. He couldn't suppress the shiver or whimper as he felt the first teasing swipe of tongue against the curve of his ear. “I really wish - ahh, it tickles stop it - that you wouldn't do that.”
Tightening his grip on the tie, Sirius huffed out a laugh into Remus' ear and said, “Don't act like you don't like it.”
When Remus tried to make a disgruntled sound in protest, it melted into moan and he knew that any further attempts at protest would be futile.
7.
Title: Your Light Fingers
Author: lotherington
Summary: First-War era, about six months before Hallowe’en,
1981. The boys have a fight with an unexpected outcome.
Contains: Language, breathplay, angst, smut (hurrah!).
‘You can’t say that!’ Remus roared, slamming his palms down on the table and getting up so quickly his chair fell backwards onto the floor. ‘Just... fuck off, Sirius, you can’t say that!’
Sirius got up and moved in front of him, pressing his hands against the doorway so that Remus couldn’t leave the kitchen. ‘Don’t you dare walk away from me.’
‘Fuck you,’ Remus muttered darkly, shoving one of Sirius’s arms out of the way.
‘No,’ Sirius growled, grabbing Remus’s neck and striding forwards so that Remus had to scramble backwards to avoid choking, coming to a stop only when he was shoved against the fridge, Sirius’s long fingers still round his neck. He breathed in and brought his hands up to wrap round Sirius’s arm, though he didn’t try and pull Sirius off. ‘You don’t get to walk away from me, not from this,’ Sirius hissed, tightening his hand slightly.
Vision clouding over, Remus gritted his teeth. ‘Harder,’ he said, moving one hand to the back of Sirius’s head, pulling him in, sucking on his bottom lip. ‘Please,’ he breathed, lifting heavy-lidded, imploring eyes to Sirius’s.
Setting his jaw, Sirius tightened his hand again, raising his eyebrows when Remus moaned, long and low, his hips jerking forwards. ‘Fuck,’ Sirius said, kissing Remus desperately, pushing his hand into Remus’s soft, worn cords, wrapping his fingers round Remus’s cock, stroking him until he was leaking pre-come.
‘Please,’ Remus gasped again, breaking off into a high-pitched, half-formed moan.
Sirius squeezed harder, cutting off Remus’s airway entirely. Eyes narrow and dark, he pulled Remus’s cock, twisted his hand, and Remus came, his mouth slack, holding onto Sirius’s arms so tightly he knew there would be stripes of bruises left there by his fingers tomorrow morning.
Sirius frowned. Straightened. Moved away.
'Don't go.'
Team Padfoot
8.
Title: Directions for Application as Follows...
Author: chlare
Summary: Sirius plays a little too long in the sun. Post-Hogwarts.
Contains: Use of eighties fashion, poor judgment in sunscreen placement.
The stripes were fresh and red, standing out from his skin like wand sparks. Well, the ones on the front of his thighs were. The ones on the back certainly felt red...
"Moony," Sirius whined, shifting restlessly, his skin feeling tight and achy.
"On your stomach, Padfoot," Remus said with a cheerful, smug look as he padded back to their bed.
"Yeah, yeah, you told me so," Sirius muttered, rolling onto his front and shooting a scathing look at Remus.
"Basically."
Sirius heard the smile then felt slippery, cold fingertips sliding over the back of one thigh.
"Moony!" Sirius tensed at the sudden cold but then relaxed into the bed as he felt the first line of sunburn being soothed.
"Bloody ugly cut-offs. And you call my wardrobe threadbare." Remus slid a fingertip up higher on the thick muscle of Sirius' thigh.
"'S the style, Remus," Sirius huffed into the sheets, shifting his legs apart as Remus' breath breezed over the newly slick skin. "What's that potion, anyway?"
"Aloe? Maybe if you'd paid attention in Herbology..."
Sirius rolled his eyes, but he knew- "Moony..." the moan that fell out of him was throatier this time and he arched down as Remus ran fingers under the curve of his arse several times.
"Burn's wider here, Padfoot," Remus murmured. "Bending over a lot in that Quidditch game, were you?"
Sirius' response was to rub against the bed, prompting Remus' fingers to smooth again and again over his arse and thighs. "Mhm, definitely some bending over," Remus murmured thickly. "Front, Padfoot." Remus was already moving up the bed, eyes glittering darkly above him once Sirius was on his back, cock lying thickly against his stomach.
"Moony..."
"Maybe we should keep those godawful shorts after all," Remus rasped, mouth already seeking out Sirius' cock.
9.
Title: Let's Spend the Night Together
Author: escribo
Summary: Sirius discovers that all he wants is to be in love
Contains: Mentions of bondage and D/s but the crux of the matter would be voyeurism
It was the fall after they’d left school when Sirius discovered he quite liked Remus’ smiles, quite a lot actually. By the winter, he’d found that a bottle of firewhiskey and The Rolling Stones played on his charmed turntable was rather enough to convince a naked and charmingly drunk Remus to spend the night. By spring, it was more than Remus’ smiles that Sirius loved.
What drove Sirius particularly mad was how very open Remus was, so very trusting. He’d taken it for granted at Hogwarts where his friendship with James and his cleverness made him untouchable. Outside Hogwarts, with the war raging, Sirius’ name alone tended to cause people to withdraw and regard him warily. Not Remus, not when they’d been at school and not now, though it was bad enough being a werewolf, let alone friends and then some with Sirius Black.
They’d lay in bed, Remus clutching the red sheets with its thin gold stripes in fists gone white knuckled and every whim fulfilled, every question answered with yes, please, and more. Blindfolds and restraints of every sort, magical and otherwise, made to beg, made to be silent--Remus met Sirius turn for turn. He’d blush and tremble when it suited, command when Sirius felt the need to be brought to heel--nothing too much, everything not nearly enough.
Remus’ trust in Sirius never wavered, not even that summer when Gideon Prewitt caught them snogging and Sirius suggested he join them--when Sirius told Remus what he really wanted was to watch. He loved the sight of it--Gideon bent over Remus and Remus keening, his eyes on Sirius’--until he’d hated it and pulled Remus away whispering mine and Remus answering always.
10.
Title: Metamorphose
Author: eprime
Summary: A rogue spell reveals secrets.
Contains: not very explicit sex, trichophilia
An errant charm that Remus halted before Sirius' hair grew much past his hips was all it took for his world to slip sideways. Sirius laughed and tossed the heavy mass over his shoulders, insisting on keeping it that way all evening, even when they left the Leaky Cauldron.
Waiting to cross a corner, Sirius looked over his shoulder. Remus was behind him, eyes closed as the wind whipped black strands against his flushed face. His hand came up, knuckles pressing one wayward lock to his cheek.
"Remus."
Sirius barely whispered the name, but Remus' eyes flew open, dark with longing and rising fear, to meet Sirius' own wide-eyed gaze. His hand slowly dropped, fingers uncurling to let the lock flutter free. He took a careful step away from Sirius, his expression shuttering, and Sirius reached for him, pulling Remus into the shadows and whispering, "Don't."
A kiss, and Remus sank his fingers deep into Sirius' hair, drawing him as close as the secrets he kept.
Sirius apparated them to his bedroom and shed their clothes with a muttered spell before pushing Remus back onto the white sheets of the unmade bed. Remus stared up with liquid, solemn eyes as if he were witnessing the birth of a god.
And now Remus shivered with need beneath him, inky stripes painting the pale thighs that Sirius lay between. As Sirius sucked him slowly, sweetly, Remus arched, the column of his throat gleaming, and his fingers twined, endlessly, compulsively, through the glossy, black strands that spilled over his body.
Later, Remus stroked him, reverent, a length of Sirius' own hair wrapped around his hand, his face buried against Sirius' neck, curtained in black. Sirius came shuddering to that silky touch and Remus' lips whispering against his skin.
"I've always loved your hair."
11.
Title: Red
Author: whitmans_kiss
Summary: Remus raised an eyebrow in challenge and agreed; Sirius nearly choked on his shot.
Contains: drinking, does-this-even-count-as-crossdressing
Sirius had kissed enough birds in his day to know that he’d never much cared for the stuff - it was unnatural, the bright pinks and fierce purples expertly smeared across pouting lips, which would then inexpertly smear all over his face. And it’d always been bloody impossible to wipe off, especially from his neck, where it would never fail to leave faded, waxy stripes on his shirtcollar, telling enough even without a quick cleaning spell.
But when James broke out the whiskey, and Peter dared Remus to do it, Moony, c’mon, pulling out an ex-girlfriend’s tube of lipstick from his trunk, and Remus raised an eyebrow in challenge and agreed, Sirius nearly choked on his shot.
Gryffindor red, rich and slick, creamy. James conjured a mirror and Sirius could only watch, helpless, as Remus’ long fingers twisted the base of the tube, tongue flicking out to moisten his lips.
Sirius’ mouth went instantly dry.
Remus’ full lips looked almost plush, stark and red against his face, curled into a smile as he reached for the whiskey bottle, bringing it to his mouth, which was all it took for Sirius to imagine those lips curled around something else instead, marking red everywhere as Remus -
- oh. What was that again, about lipstick?
12.
Title: The Ties That Bind
Author: writerofictions
Summary: There is no better way to spend a boring summer afternoon than trying something new. Especially if that something new yields the desired results.
Contains: light bondage, sexual situations
The room was almost insufferably hot, the windows and doors shut up tight despite the fact that it was summer, making the master bedroom absolutely stifling. Sirius’ dark hair was clinging to his sweaty forehead, the sheets beneath him damp as he writhed with pleasure, feet planted firmly into the mattress.
It was he who had suggested that they try something new on this lazy afternoon, and somehow it was now he who was the victim of Remus’ rather tortuous ministrations. Finding the lengths of cord in the house had been easy and even being tied up to the bed posts hadn’t been so bad. Now that he couldn’t move his hands, however? It was murder.
All he wanted to do was touch Remus, to reach down between his own thighs and slide his fingers into the others hair. Every time he tugged at his bindings, however, all that happened was that they cut more into his wrists, leaving his skin marred with angry red stripes that would last for hours after.
The pounding in his heart seemed to increase, and he knew with certainty what was about to happen next. He curled his toes, his heart in his throat as he finally met his very sweet release, panting out Remus’ name and giving one last tug of his wrists before he seemed to collapse into the mattress.
Sitting up, Remus took in a few deep breaths of air and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before reaching for his wand. He gave a flick and the bindings loosened themselves, releasing Sirius from their hold.
“Are you alright?”
“Never been better,” Sirius panted softly, rubbing at his wrists and smirking to himself. He would have to come up with some more ways to waste away the afternoons.
There is good news and bad news to be had this week. I'll deliver the bad news first:
Two team members have been disqualified for this (late), that (technical difficulties), and the other (no show).
So, we will be saying goodbye to katie_padfoot and xinqii this week.
YOU WOULD DO THIS TO ME ON THE WEEK IT'S MY TURN TO BE 'MOD-IN-CHARGE'...*sobs*
The good news is...
Because we've had two disqualifications this week, we will NOT be having any others. Even though both disqualifications were on Team Padfoot's side, we won't make any Team Moony members suffer any consequences.
So, everyone whose drabble is posted today will be moving on to Week Three.
Please read carefully:
This week, vote for the ONE DRABBLE PER TEAM that is your FAVOURITE!
Comments are screened (or at least, I sure hope they are). Please include both the team names, the numbers, and titles of your favourite drabbles in your vote.
THERE SHOULD BE TWO 'FAVOURITE' VOTES: ONE vote for your favourite drabble from Team Moony, ONE vote for your favourite drabble from Team Padfoot. (You can also include a comment on why you liked a particular drabble!)
Participants, you are encouraged to vote, but please don't vote for your own drabble.
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