Fic: For Educational Purposes Only
Title: For Educational Purposes Only
Author: lupinslittlesis
Rating: Adult, pure PWP
Summary: For shaggydogstail, who expressed a wish for a frigid Remus being taught sex by Sirius.
"You're a virgin. That's the only explanation."
"No it isn’t, Sirius," Remus said, glancing up from his mending to look at his naked and dripping wet roommate. His eyes didn't even linger before he looked back down.
"Then why won't you have sex with me? You want me," Sirius challenged.
"No, actually, I don't."
"You do. You're attracted to me, at any rate."
Remus set his needle down. "I won't deny that. But those are two entirely different concepts."
Sirius sighed in frustration. "I don't see how. You are inclined to men, right?"
"Yes."
"So, why not let me be your first?" He sat down on the couch and touched the back of Remus's neck. There was a little bit of gooseflesh, but no other reaction. "Come on, Moony. Who better to be your first than a friend?"
"A bloke in an alley in Hogsmeade."
"What?"
"That's who was my first, Sirius. A bloke in an alley in Hogsmeade."
Sirius digested this information. "When?" he finally choked out.
"Sixth year. After…"
"After."
"Right. I went to Hogsmeade. I just wanted something…" Remus trailed off and shook his head. "Look, Sirius, this isn't important. Can't we just leave it at that?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I want you," Sirius insisted.
"You can't always get what you want, you know."
"I know. But this time, I should."
"Why is that?"
"Because you want me, too. Even if you say you don't."
"Sirius, I am not going to lie to you. I do think you're attractive. I just don't want to have sex with you, or with anyone else, for that matter. Ever." With that, Remus picked up his socks and his needle.
"Fuck, Remus, what did that bloke do to you?"
"We had sex. That's all."
"In an alley?"
"I believe that is what I said."
"A quickie, I assume?" Sirius sat down on the couch next to Remus.
"Yes. And I picked him up, before you ask, not the other way around."
"Did he at least use lube?"
"Aren't you going to put some clothes on?"
"Bloody hell!" Sirius put a hand on Remus's shoulder and was shrugged off immediately. "No wonder you don't like sex!"
"Sirius, go away." Remus turned back to his socks.
Sirius sat back and pondered the problem. "You know," he began, "it's sad."
"So sad."
"Really, Remus, it's tragic."
"So tragic."
"Stop being sarcastic! Seriously! This is a problem!"
"I don't see any problems with it. Muggle monks and priests live their life out in celibacy. No reason I can't do it as well."
"You shouldn't have to!"
"Sirius, you may not believe this, but not having sex is hardly a sacrifice." Remus squinted at the toe of his sock.
"That's because you don't know how to do it properly. I should teach you."
"Sirius-"
"Come on. Let me teach you."
Remus put down the sock and studied Sirius. "If I do- if we have sex once- and if I'm right and I still don't like it, will you leave me alone once and for all about the subject?"
"Fine," Sirius huffed. "But if you do like it…."
"Yes?"
"Well, we could be lovers."
"All right," Remus agreed amiably.
Sirius nearly fell off the couch. "What?"
"I said all right. Oh, don't look so shocked, Pads. Except for having sex, we nearly are lovers."
"Oh. Right." Sirius smiled.
"Well?" Remus asked after the silence had stretched.
"Well, what?"
"Aren't you going to teach me?" Remus had put his socks away and folded his hands in his lap. "Go ahead. Seduce me."
It wasn't the segue Sirius had had in mind, but he prided himself on being adaptable. "All right," he said, and leaned in and kissed Remus gently on the mouth.
Remus's lips were just like Sirius had always imagined they would be, firm and smooth. However, there was one major difference- they were still. He leaned back. "Wow."
"What?" Remus asked, puzzled.
Sirius's brain kicked in a split second before he said You really are frigid, aren't you?. He bit his lip. "Nothing," he said lamely.
"All right." Remus eyed him quizzically, and Sirius leaned in again, this time more slowly. He cupped Remus's cheek, running his thumb over the stubble.
"Work with me a little, Remus," he whispered, and kissed him again. This time he just fluttered his lips over Remus's, more a suggestion than an actual kiss. He did it again and again, ghosting his lips over Remus's until Remus followed him, and then Sirius kissed him more firmly. This time, the kiss was mutual. Sirius wanted to smile, but his mouth was far better occupied. He slid one arm around Remus's waist and pulled him closer.
"Well?" he said, when he broke the kiss.
"It's all right," Remus admitted. "What? Is this going to be harder than you thought?"
"I didn't say that," Sirius said. "So it's all right?"
"Yes. I guess. Shouldn't I be naked for this?"
Sirius blinked. "Not that I'm objecting, but… quick, aren't you?"
Remus shrugged. "Just want to get this over with."
"You know, if I didn't love you so much I'd be really hurt by that," Sirius said without thinking.
Remus's eyes widened, but he didn't answer. He just stood up and started removing his clothing. Sirius leaned back, arms folded behind his head as he watched. Remus stripped unselfconsciously, as if he were undressing to take a shower, and then turned to face Sirius.
"You know," Sirius said, his eyes traveling over Remus's body, "you really are gorgeous." Remus shrugged, but Sirius noticed a slight flush on his cheeks. "Come here," he said. Remus obediently stepped closer, and Sirius palmed his hips and pulled him closer, until Remus was straddling his legs. "Sit."
"I feel strange," Remus said as he sat. "Are you finally going to get on with it?"
"Get on with what?"
"Well, sex."
"Remus, you don't just 'get on with it'," Sirius said, running his hands along Remus's thighs. He'd wanted to touch Remus like this for so long, he couldn't quite fathom that Remus was now straddled naked across his lap. "But since you ask, what would you like?"
Remus looked down at him quizzically. "You're going to fuck me, aren't you?"
Sirius cringed at the phrasing, but decided it wasn't a time to argue about semantics. "If you like. But there are other options. Sex isn't just cocks up arses, you know."
"Blow jobs don't count as sex," Remus said.
"They do, too."
"Do not."
"Do too."
"Do not."
"Remus!" Sirius laughed. "There is a reason it's called oral sex."
"I know," Remus said. "But it's not sex."
"All right, we'll agree to disagree for the moment," Sirius said. "What do you mean by we're going to have sex? What are you envisioning?"
"Like, a blow-by-blow description?"
Sirius stifled a smirk. "Yeah. Something like that."
"I already told you. You're going to fuck me."
"In detail."
"Fine. You're going to shove that giant erection you're sporting up my arse, rut into me while I ride it out, come, and then you're probably going to fall asleep."
Sirius bit down hard on his own lip. "You really don't think very much of me, do you?"
"I do!" Remus protested.
Sirius opened his mouth to argue, and then changed his mind. "Fine," he said. "That's it. I've had it. We're going to do this right now, just what you asked for, and you're going to see just how wrong you are. Even if you don't like it, you're going to see you're bloody wrong about me."
"I never said-" Remus began, but Sirius cut him off with a kiss. This time the kiss wasn't tentative and gentle, but firm and demanding. Remus instinctively jerked back, but Sirius cupped the back of his head with his hand, threading his fingers through Remus's soft hair and holding him still. His other hand pressed against the small of Remus's back, pulling him closer until Remus's hips were almost flush against Sirius's stomach. He explored Remus's mouth with his tongue, caressing and teasing, gentling just a bit. Remus's hands awkwardly rested on Sirius's shoulders, but while he'd finally begun kissing back, Sirius noticed he was still soft against his stomach. He let his hands begin to wander over Remus's back and chest and neck, feeling carefully for jolts or shivers.
He got a small sigh when his fingers brushed over a tendon on Remus's neck, so he broke the kiss and nuzzled there. He got a start when his hands touched the curve where Remus's arse became his back, so he lingered. And Remus's fingers tightened on his shoulder when his tongue swept along his collarbone, so he did that again.
His own body was begging to take this faster, to thrust against Remus, to have Remus's hands roaming over him and Remus's mouth tasting his skin. But he kept his own hips still and his hands slow and gentle, and it was all worth it when Remus squirmed against him, his breath an heated exhale against Sirius's neck.
He snaked one hand around and touched Remus's cock softly. Remus jerked back. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"What does it seem like?" Sirius closed his fingers around the warm length, and trailed the tips along the underside. Remus began to harden.
"I don't see the point of this," Remus said. "You're going to be fucking me- I don't need an erection."
"Does it feel good?" Sirius asked.
"Yes," Remus admitted.
"There's the point, then." Sirius continued stroking, and grinned when Remus closed his eyes. "Not everything has to lead to the final goal, Remus. Sometimes you just do something to make your partner feel good. What?" he asked, as Remus froze.
"Is there something I should be doing?"
"Not this time. This time you're new to this-"
"Am not-"
"New enough. You're new and you're scared…" Sirius waited, but Remus didn't argue that point. He simply looked away. "You're new and you're scared," Sirius repeated softly, and with his free hand cupped Remus's cheek, caressing the skin with the thumb. "Just try to relax and enjoy this. All right?" Remus nodded. "Good." He resumed stroking, and this time Remus closed his eyes, a look of intense concentration on his face. Slowly, Remus's head dropped forward until his forehead rested against Sirius's, and Sirius felt Remus's arms trembling as he rearranged them around Sirius's shoulders.
They sat there for what felt like an eternity, but was probably only a few minutes. Sirius kept his strokes firm and slow, until Remus was hard in his hand and his hips were moving in small, involuntary thrusts. Remus's eyes were still closed, and his breathing was starting to become ragged. Sirius sucked on the forefinger of his free hand and slipped it around back.
Remus's eyes snapped open and he sat bolt upright.
"He didn't do this, either, did he?" Sirius asked. "He just rammed his cock in you."
"Sirius-"
"Relax. Take a deep breath. That's it. Now take another. This will feel strange at first, and it will probably hurt a little, but believe me, it will be worth it."
Remus eyed him suspiciously. "Do you like it?"
"Doing it, or having it done to me?" Sirius asked, slowly pressing his finger in.
"Both."
"Yes, and yes. Doing it… it's hard to explain right now, but it won't be in a minute. Not when I see your face. But having it done, yeah. It's pretty good. Although I don't need it as often." He chuckled at the puzzled expression on Remus's face. "Fingers aren't a mandatory step for every man. It really depends on how comfortable he is with penetration. I'm very comfortable with it, so it's easy enough to skip to the main event. You, on the other hand, are no-"
"AH!" Remus's eyes widened a seemingly impossible amount, and his hands clutched convulsively at Sirius's shoulders. "What did you just do?" he panted.
"That," Sirius said, "would be your prostate." He kissed Remus again, reveling in the reaction. "Like it?"
"Sirius…" Remus's voice was barely more than a gasp.
"Yes?"
Remus didn’t answer, he only dropped his head to Sirius's shoulder, his hands still clutching Sirius tightly. Sirius pulled out his finger and fumbled in the drawer in the table next to the sofa for the lube he kept there under a convenient Distraction Charm so Remus wouldn't notice its presence. He slicked his fingers and continued his gentle exploration. Remus tensed in pain with the addition of each finger, but Sirius was slow and patient, and before long Remus was writhing against him again.
"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice husky in Remus's ear.
"Yes. Sirius, please…."
Sirius had to bite down on his cry of triumph, but it wasn't enough to keep him from slicking his own cock and arranging Remus so he could push in.
"Hold on," he whispered. "This will hurt for a moment."
It did. He could tell in the way Remus clung to him, his body shaking as Sirius pushed in. Then sensation overtook Sirius and he had to close his eyes, because even though this was technically for Remus it felt so bloody good, and he'd wanted this for so fucking long…. His breath left him in a single, shuddering gasp. Remus was right there, his chest pressed against Sirius's, his legs wrapped around Sirius's waist. Remus's hands were clutching frantically at Sirius's shoulders, and his face was buried in Sirius's neck, his breath wet and hot and ragged against Sirius's skin. Sirius strained to keep his hips still, letting Remus take this at his pace, but the restraint only heightened his arousal. He kept one hand on Remus's cock, moving in short, fast strokes, and the other gripped the arm of the sofa, because he was going to go mad if he didn't hold on to something.
Remus was moving of his own accord now, speeding up and swearing as well, the mumbled curses clear enough in Sirius's ear for him to hear the pleasure in them. Finally, Remus's entire body went stiff and he came, muffling the shout in Sirius's shoulder. Sirius might have smiled at that, but he was too busy with his own orgasm, because now that Remus had come he could too, and even if simultaneous orgasms were cliché, Sirius didn't care. They were the best damn things on earth.
He opened his eyes to see Remus watching him, and managed a half smile. "Well?" he asked, his breathing slowly returning to normal.
"That's what sex is supposed to be like?" Remus asked.
"It's one way sex can be," Sirius said. He ran his hands up Remus's back, stroking the warm skin, and then back down so he could pull out and rearrange Remus more comfortably, until Remus's head rested against his shoulder. Sirius reached behind him and pulled a blanket to him, and draped it around them both, and then tangled his hand in Remus's hair. "I won't hold you to that deal, you know, if you don't want."
Remus was silent, his breathing even. Sirius smiled, and made himself comfortable. "All right, Moony. Sleep." He was just fading off to sleep when he heard the whisper.
"I want it."
Author: lupinslittlesis
Rating: Adult, pure PWP
Summary: For shaggydogstail, who expressed a wish for a frigid Remus being taught sex by Sirius.
"You're a virgin. That's the only explanation."
"No it isn’t, Sirius," Remus said, glancing up from his mending to look at his naked and dripping wet roommate. His eyes didn't even linger before he looked back down.
"Then why won't you have sex with me? You want me," Sirius challenged.
"No, actually, I don't."
"You do. You're attracted to me, at any rate."
Remus set his needle down. "I won't deny that. But those are two entirely different concepts."
Sirius sighed in frustration. "I don't see how. You are inclined to men, right?"
"Yes."
"So, why not let me be your first?" He sat down on the couch and touched the back of Remus's neck. There was a little bit of gooseflesh, but no other reaction. "Come on, Moony. Who better to be your first than a friend?"
"A bloke in an alley in Hogsmeade."
"What?"
"That's who was my first, Sirius. A bloke in an alley in Hogsmeade."
Sirius digested this information. "When?" he finally choked out.
"Sixth year. After…"
"After."
"Right. I went to Hogsmeade. I just wanted something…" Remus trailed off and shook his head. "Look, Sirius, this isn't important. Can't we just leave it at that?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I want you," Sirius insisted.
"You can't always get what you want, you know."
"I know. But this time, I should."
"Why is that?"
"Because you want me, too. Even if you say you don't."
"Sirius, I am not going to lie to you. I do think you're attractive. I just don't want to have sex with you, or with anyone else, for that matter. Ever." With that, Remus picked up his socks and his needle.
"Fuck, Remus, what did that bloke do to you?"
"We had sex. That's all."
"In an alley?"
"I believe that is what I said."
"A quickie, I assume?" Sirius sat down on the couch next to Remus.
"Yes. And I picked him up, before you ask, not the other way around."
"Did he at least use lube?"
"Aren't you going to put some clothes on?"
"Bloody hell!" Sirius put a hand on Remus's shoulder and was shrugged off immediately. "No wonder you don't like sex!"
"Sirius, go away." Remus turned back to his socks.
Sirius sat back and pondered the problem. "You know," he began, "it's sad."
"So sad."
"Really, Remus, it's tragic."
"So tragic."
"Stop being sarcastic! Seriously! This is a problem!"
"I don't see any problems with it. Muggle monks and priests live their life out in celibacy. No reason I can't do it as well."
"You shouldn't have to!"
"Sirius, you may not believe this, but not having sex is hardly a sacrifice." Remus squinted at the toe of his sock.
"That's because you don't know how to do it properly. I should teach you."
"Sirius-"
"Come on. Let me teach you."
Remus put down the sock and studied Sirius. "If I do- if we have sex once- and if I'm right and I still don't like it, will you leave me alone once and for all about the subject?"
"Fine," Sirius huffed. "But if you do like it…."
"Yes?"
"Well, we could be lovers."
"All right," Remus agreed amiably.
Sirius nearly fell off the couch. "What?"
"I said all right. Oh, don't look so shocked, Pads. Except for having sex, we nearly are lovers."
"Oh. Right." Sirius smiled.
"Well?" Remus asked after the silence had stretched.
"Well, what?"
"Aren't you going to teach me?" Remus had put his socks away and folded his hands in his lap. "Go ahead. Seduce me."
It wasn't the segue Sirius had had in mind, but he prided himself on being adaptable. "All right," he said, and leaned in and kissed Remus gently on the mouth.
Remus's lips were just like Sirius had always imagined they would be, firm and smooth. However, there was one major difference- they were still. He leaned back. "Wow."
"What?" Remus asked, puzzled.
Sirius's brain kicked in a split second before he said You really are frigid, aren't you?. He bit his lip. "Nothing," he said lamely.
"All right." Remus eyed him quizzically, and Sirius leaned in again, this time more slowly. He cupped Remus's cheek, running his thumb over the stubble.
"Work with me a little, Remus," he whispered, and kissed him again. This time he just fluttered his lips over Remus's, more a suggestion than an actual kiss. He did it again and again, ghosting his lips over Remus's until Remus followed him, and then Sirius kissed him more firmly. This time, the kiss was mutual. Sirius wanted to smile, but his mouth was far better occupied. He slid one arm around Remus's waist and pulled him closer.
"Well?" he said, when he broke the kiss.
"It's all right," Remus admitted. "What? Is this going to be harder than you thought?"
"I didn't say that," Sirius said. "So it's all right?"
"Yes. I guess. Shouldn't I be naked for this?"
Sirius blinked. "Not that I'm objecting, but… quick, aren't you?"
Remus shrugged. "Just want to get this over with."
"You know, if I didn't love you so much I'd be really hurt by that," Sirius said without thinking.
Remus's eyes widened, but he didn't answer. He just stood up and started removing his clothing. Sirius leaned back, arms folded behind his head as he watched. Remus stripped unselfconsciously, as if he were undressing to take a shower, and then turned to face Sirius.
"You know," Sirius said, his eyes traveling over Remus's body, "you really are gorgeous." Remus shrugged, but Sirius noticed a slight flush on his cheeks. "Come here," he said. Remus obediently stepped closer, and Sirius palmed his hips and pulled him closer, until Remus was straddling his legs. "Sit."
"I feel strange," Remus said as he sat. "Are you finally going to get on with it?"
"Get on with what?"
"Well, sex."
"Remus, you don't just 'get on with it'," Sirius said, running his hands along Remus's thighs. He'd wanted to touch Remus like this for so long, he couldn't quite fathom that Remus was now straddled naked across his lap. "But since you ask, what would you like?"
Remus looked down at him quizzically. "You're going to fuck me, aren't you?"
Sirius cringed at the phrasing, but decided it wasn't a time to argue about semantics. "If you like. But there are other options. Sex isn't just cocks up arses, you know."
"Blow jobs don't count as sex," Remus said.
"They do, too."
"Do not."
"Do too."
"Do not."
"Remus!" Sirius laughed. "There is a reason it's called oral sex."
"I know," Remus said. "But it's not sex."
"All right, we'll agree to disagree for the moment," Sirius said. "What do you mean by we're going to have sex? What are you envisioning?"
"Like, a blow-by-blow description?"
Sirius stifled a smirk. "Yeah. Something like that."
"I already told you. You're going to fuck me."
"In detail."
"Fine. You're going to shove that giant erection you're sporting up my arse, rut into me while I ride it out, come, and then you're probably going to fall asleep."
Sirius bit down hard on his own lip. "You really don't think very much of me, do you?"
"I do!" Remus protested.
Sirius opened his mouth to argue, and then changed his mind. "Fine," he said. "That's it. I've had it. We're going to do this right now, just what you asked for, and you're going to see just how wrong you are. Even if you don't like it, you're going to see you're bloody wrong about me."
"I never said-" Remus began, but Sirius cut him off with a kiss. This time the kiss wasn't tentative and gentle, but firm and demanding. Remus instinctively jerked back, but Sirius cupped the back of his head with his hand, threading his fingers through Remus's soft hair and holding him still. His other hand pressed against the small of Remus's back, pulling him closer until Remus's hips were almost flush against Sirius's stomach. He explored Remus's mouth with his tongue, caressing and teasing, gentling just a bit. Remus's hands awkwardly rested on Sirius's shoulders, but while he'd finally begun kissing back, Sirius noticed he was still soft against his stomach. He let his hands begin to wander over Remus's back and chest and neck, feeling carefully for jolts or shivers.
He got a small sigh when his fingers brushed over a tendon on Remus's neck, so he broke the kiss and nuzzled there. He got a start when his hands touched the curve where Remus's arse became his back, so he lingered. And Remus's fingers tightened on his shoulder when his tongue swept along his collarbone, so he did that again.
His own body was begging to take this faster, to thrust against Remus, to have Remus's hands roaming over him and Remus's mouth tasting his skin. But he kept his own hips still and his hands slow and gentle, and it was all worth it when Remus squirmed against him, his breath an heated exhale against Sirius's neck.
He snaked one hand around and touched Remus's cock softly. Remus jerked back. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"What does it seem like?" Sirius closed his fingers around the warm length, and trailed the tips along the underside. Remus began to harden.
"I don't see the point of this," Remus said. "You're going to be fucking me- I don't need an erection."
"Does it feel good?" Sirius asked.
"Yes," Remus admitted.
"There's the point, then." Sirius continued stroking, and grinned when Remus closed his eyes. "Not everything has to lead to the final goal, Remus. Sometimes you just do something to make your partner feel good. What?" he asked, as Remus froze.
"Is there something I should be doing?"
"Not this time. This time you're new to this-"
"Am not-"
"New enough. You're new and you're scared…" Sirius waited, but Remus didn't argue that point. He simply looked away. "You're new and you're scared," Sirius repeated softly, and with his free hand cupped Remus's cheek, caressing the skin with the thumb. "Just try to relax and enjoy this. All right?" Remus nodded. "Good." He resumed stroking, and this time Remus closed his eyes, a look of intense concentration on his face. Slowly, Remus's head dropped forward until his forehead rested against Sirius's, and Sirius felt Remus's arms trembling as he rearranged them around Sirius's shoulders.
They sat there for what felt like an eternity, but was probably only a few minutes. Sirius kept his strokes firm and slow, until Remus was hard in his hand and his hips were moving in small, involuntary thrusts. Remus's eyes were still closed, and his breathing was starting to become ragged. Sirius sucked on the forefinger of his free hand and slipped it around back.
Remus's eyes snapped open and he sat bolt upright.
"He didn't do this, either, did he?" Sirius asked. "He just rammed his cock in you."
"Sirius-"
"Relax. Take a deep breath. That's it. Now take another. This will feel strange at first, and it will probably hurt a little, but believe me, it will be worth it."
Remus eyed him suspiciously. "Do you like it?"
"Doing it, or having it done to me?" Sirius asked, slowly pressing his finger in.
"Both."
"Yes, and yes. Doing it… it's hard to explain right now, but it won't be in a minute. Not when I see your face. But having it done, yeah. It's pretty good. Although I don't need it as often." He chuckled at the puzzled expression on Remus's face. "Fingers aren't a mandatory step for every man. It really depends on how comfortable he is with penetration. I'm very comfortable with it, so it's easy enough to skip to the main event. You, on the other hand, are no-"
"AH!" Remus's eyes widened a seemingly impossible amount, and his hands clutched convulsively at Sirius's shoulders. "What did you just do?" he panted.
"That," Sirius said, "would be your prostate." He kissed Remus again, reveling in the reaction. "Like it?"
"Sirius…" Remus's voice was barely more than a gasp.
"Yes?"
Remus didn’t answer, he only dropped his head to Sirius's shoulder, his hands still clutching Sirius tightly. Sirius pulled out his finger and fumbled in the drawer in the table next to the sofa for the lube he kept there under a convenient Distraction Charm so Remus wouldn't notice its presence. He slicked his fingers and continued his gentle exploration. Remus tensed in pain with the addition of each finger, but Sirius was slow and patient, and before long Remus was writhing against him again.
"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice husky in Remus's ear.
"Yes. Sirius, please…."
Sirius had to bite down on his cry of triumph, but it wasn't enough to keep him from slicking his own cock and arranging Remus so he could push in.
"Hold on," he whispered. "This will hurt for a moment."
It did. He could tell in the way Remus clung to him, his body shaking as Sirius pushed in. Then sensation overtook Sirius and he had to close his eyes, because even though this was technically for Remus it felt so bloody good, and he'd wanted this for so fucking long…. His breath left him in a single, shuddering gasp. Remus was right there, his chest pressed against Sirius's, his legs wrapped around Sirius's waist. Remus's hands were clutching frantically at Sirius's shoulders, and his face was buried in Sirius's neck, his breath wet and hot and ragged against Sirius's skin. Sirius strained to keep his hips still, letting Remus take this at his pace, but the restraint only heightened his arousal. He kept one hand on Remus's cock, moving in short, fast strokes, and the other gripped the arm of the sofa, because he was going to go mad if he didn't hold on to something.
Remus was moving of his own accord now, speeding up and swearing as well, the mumbled curses clear enough in Sirius's ear for him to hear the pleasure in them. Finally, Remus's entire body went stiff and he came, muffling the shout in Sirius's shoulder. Sirius might have smiled at that, but he was too busy with his own orgasm, because now that Remus had come he could too, and even if simultaneous orgasms were cliché, Sirius didn't care. They were the best damn things on earth.
He opened his eyes to see Remus watching him, and managed a half smile. "Well?" he asked, his breathing slowly returning to normal.
"That's what sex is supposed to be like?" Remus asked.
"It's one way sex can be," Sirius said. He ran his hands up Remus's back, stroking the warm skin, and then back down so he could pull out and rearrange Remus more comfortably, until Remus's head rested against his shoulder. Sirius reached behind him and pulled a blanket to him, and draped it around them both, and then tangled his hand in Remus's hair. "I won't hold you to that deal, you know, if you don't want."
Remus was silent, his breathing even. Sirius smiled, and made himself comfortable. "All right, Moony. Sleep." He was just fading off to sleep when he heard the whisper.
"I want it."