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Puppy Love
Chapter 1: A Slumbered Satisfaction
It was a warm autumn day, and Remus was sitting by the Black Lake, his arms laden with potions books, quills and fresh parchment. Slughorn had give them extra potions homework and though it wasn't due until next week, Remus knew he needed to finish it early, as the full moon was nearing and he would be incapable of completing it in his wolfish state. He dropped the pile next to him, sighing at the /thud/ it made as it came into contact with the earth beside him. A cool breeze picked up off of the lake, tousling his sandy colored hair, and his eyes scanned over the water just as the Giant Squid reached up a tentacle to surface lazily. Remus laid back, folding his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes. He would only rest for a moment, he told himself; sunning his face and enjoying the autumn air as he knew winter was just around the corner and there wouldn't be many more days like this before snow began to fall.
***two hours later***
Sirius was walking along the shore of the lake, his hips swaying casually, a gleeful smile spread wide across his handsome features. His dark hair, which fell in soft waves just to the crest of his shoulders, responded with a soft bounce as his feet met the earth in time to a joyful tune he was whistling. He was wearing his Gryffindor robes, and had taken precautions to be sure they were secured tightly; he wasn't wearing anything at all underneath them. He did this often, he had a motto that in the event he would need to remove his clothing, he was already 90% of the way there. Unfortunately for him, the "events" he anticipated hadn't ever happened. In his hand, he held a snitch that he had nicked from the Quidditch pitch. He tossed it casually in the air, time and time again, catching it easily as it plummeted back towards the ground. His feet were bare, and the wet grass along the side of the Black Lake tickled his toes and soles.
He made his way around the curve of the lake, and halted abruptly, though momentarily as he saw a figure lying fast asleep beside a pile of school things. He dropped the snitch and a mischievous grin began to make its way across his boyish features. As the snitch fell and landed softly on the lush blades of grass, Sirius stepped over,'closing the distance between he and his best friend. His smile evolved into more of a devilish smirk and he lift on one of his legs over the sleeping boy so he was standing directly above him, his shadow driving the rays of sun from Remus' slumbering form.
He looked so peaceful...a little /too/ peaceful. And if there was anything Sirius was good it, it was disturbing the peace. He actually prided himself on his ability to piss people off; for some reason it lit an insatiable fire in him, he couldn't control himself. As he stood there, looking down at the scarred, worn face of his friend, he pondered the best way to wake him. He reached into his robes pocket and pulled out his wand, flipping it casually through his fingers, end over end, his mind spinning with possibilities. Hexes, jinxes, mortifying spells...the list was endless. As his gaze moved from the sandy hair that splayed over the ground, down through the unlined features of his face, across his robed chest, down over his stomach, he unconsciously ran his tongue over his own lower lip, his salivary glands tensing in an involuntary reaction to the boy's sleeping figure. Sirius' breath hitched and his pulse heightened as his eyes moved lower, and rested on the bulge that was prominent through Remus' jeans just where his legs parted.
Almost losing his balance, Sirius regained his composure and raised his wand, angling it down towards Remus. With a swift flick of his wrist, and a muttered incantation, he watched as the button popped off of Remus' jeans. Another subtle wrist movement, and Remus' shirt untucked itself, and rose slightly, exposing a set of abdominals that had been well defined and chiseled from his active nights as a wolf. Sirius brought his hand up to his own mouth, and was taken aback to find himself on the verge of drooling. He wiped his mouth on the back of his robe sleeve, and refocused his attention to his wand and the boy below him.
Remus' stomach was bare, his muscles well defined, his sunned tan prominent. Sirius watched in aroused amazement as Remus' abs flexed slightly with each rise and fall of his chest that signaled the inhaling and exhaling of breath. Sirius moved his gaze down, bringing his full attention the the broken clasp of Remus' jeans. The pull of his zipper was in plain view, and Sirius pointed his wand at the golden tab. Slowly, as though not to wake whatever may be slumbering inside, he drew the zipper down. A tensing in his lower groin, and a slight catch of his breath in his throat rewarded Sirius for his curiosity. His enthralled gaze lingered on the light with curls that had erupted as the zipper fell. Sirius gaped, and his hand darted out almost before he could stop himself. His fingers itched to touch the bristly hairs, and he actually flexed them for a moment to keep himself in control of his reactions. Stealing a deep breath of the crisp autumn air, he clenched the soft inside of his cheek between his teeth, in an attempt to keep control of himself. He wanted to see more, /needed/ to see more, but refused to let himself touch. Not because he didn't want to; not because it would be wrong; not because this was his best friend; no, he was refusing himself because he loved to challenge himself. Well, there was the one little problem of waking the boy up before he actually wanted him to be. He wasn't sure how he would feel to have Remus wake up while sirius was drooling over Remus' nether region.
Sirius moved his wand back up just slightly, and aimed it at the beltloops of Remus' jeans. His free hand automatically dove to his own crotch in an effort to stop his own arousal. However, as his hand came in contact with his robes, his wand slipped just slightly, slashing a gaping hole in Remus' trousers. Sirius gasped slightly, a mixture of pleasant surprise and fear of being caught ripping through him, creating an even more intense arousal. He stared down at himself, his erection protruding from his robes, and he quickly covered himself, looking around wildly to ascertain he wasn't being watched. He actually chuckled a little at the prospect of someone seeing him, fully erect, standing over the sleeping form of his best friend.
Stuffing his cock back into his robes, he looked back down at Remus. The gash in his trousers had exposed much more than Sirius had anticipated, and he leaned down for closer inspection. Despite everything he had told himself, he could no longer resist, and carefully reached his hand out, slipping a fingertip into the opening, the light wiry hairs ticking his fingers, urging yet another tensing in his own lower groin.
Relinquishing all control, surrendering completely to lust and desire, Sirius hooked his fingers through the loops on Remus' trousers and pulled them down, his own erection raging, throbbing and pulsating as Remus' erection popped free of the suffocating restraints of his jeans. Sirius inhaled deeply, the heady scent of Remus' wolfishness filtering to his nostrils. It was a scent Sirius was quite familiar with, as the two had run alongside each other in their canine forms monthly for years now. However, he came to the stark realization that he had never been affected this way by Remus' scent. Breathing it in, it fueled his arousal to the point his erection was painfully obvious. Unable to ignore the intense lust hat had over come him, he slipped his fingers through the tendrils that carpeted the region just above the base of Remus' erect shaft. His nails scrabbled at the skin beneath the hairs, searching for support, as his need for release became more and more prevalent. His eyes made their way up the length of Remus' shaft, and he marveled at the size. He'd never before taken notice, though he'd seen the boy naked many times prior. Every inch of his friend was hard, throbbing, laden with dark bulging veins, and as smooth as the skin on a baby's bottom. He couldn't help himself, he had to touch. It was no longer a meager want, it had surpassed intense desire, it was now a raging fiery need. A need that was all encompassing, all consuming, and had every fiber of Sirius' being heated to the point of boiling, his extreme emotion threatening to explode and spill over. Sirius let his wand fall to the ground as he crouched over Remus, his entire attention focused on Remus' groin. His hands splayed over, his fingers threading through the rough strands of curly hair, his thumbs sliding down behind the base of the shaft, one on either side of the valley of his ass. He caressed, massaged, and rubbed every inch, every hair, every bit of skin he could reach, and it still wasn't enough. He needed more.
Remus' shaft protruded, the tip of his head merely inches from Sirius' face, and Sirius answered the beckon. His tongue snaked out, wetting his lips in anticipation, as he lowered his face towards the smooth dome before him. Darting out quickly, his tongue brushed in the most gentlest ways over the tip of Remus' head, the small slit a perfect match for the tip of Sirius' tongue. He flicked it, back and over the hole, then down the small shallow valley of the head, and his senses exploded with pleasure. The taste of Remus was exhilarating, just the smallest of licks had Sirius desperate for more, and he wasted no time. Closing his lips around the tip of his head, he sealed them tightly, and pushed the sphincter of his mouth down over Remus' head. His tongue washed over the head, the minuscule beads of his tongue caressing and teasing the smooth dome of Remus' cock. It still wasn't enough. Sirius could hold back no longer, and pushes his sealed lips further down, past the junction of the head and shaft, down his length, slowly, taking more and more into his mouth.
As his mouth worked its magic on Remus' cock, Sirius' hands explored more. Tugging gently at the bristly curls, massaging the valleys at the beginning of his thighs, reaching down and under to cup and squeeze his ass, massaging gently, adding more and more pressure as he felt a reaction begin catalyzed by his tongue. It wasn't enough to just taste him, he needed to taste Remus' release. He suckled on Remus' cock, his tongue moving in erratic circles, coaxing Remus to a climax, and was momentarily rewarded for his efforts as a small bit of precum made its way up the swell and burst forth into Sirius' waiting mouth. The sensation nearly drove Sirius insane with desire, and his right hand slid from cupping Remus' ass, down the inside of his thigh, making its way to Sirius' own heated, raging cry for release. As Remus throbbed beneath him, in his mouth, Sirius added pressure to his suckles, while his free hand ran down the canyon between Remus' asscheeks. His fingers curled themselves around his scrotum, massaging, tugging gently, rolling the precious stones in his hand, over and over. His other hand reached its destination, and he firmly wrapped his fingers around his own aching shaft, stroking ever so gently.
Increasing the pressure behind his suckling, he pushed his face deeper, taking more Ito his mouth until he could feel the prickling of Remus' nettle of bristly hair tickling his nose. A low moan escaped his lips, coming from somewhere deep inside him, and he was lost. Lost in the throes of ecstasy and pleasure. Lost in the love nest of his best friend.
Up until this point, with the burden of 3 wolfish nights fastly approaching, Remus had been dead to the world, save for the raging erection that had occurred during his slumber. His sleep so deep, he hadn't even given the slightest indication that he acknowledged the events that were occurring between his legs. As Sirius suckled harder and more hungrily on his shaft, stroking his own erection, Remus began to respond in a positive nature, although still very much so unconsciously. A small, nearly inaudible moan escaped his lips, his abs tightening as the breathy sound erupted, originating somewhere from deep inside him. This slight betrayal of emotion was met with a long, low escape of pleasure from Sirius who couldn't control himself. His lips sealed tightly around Remus, Sirius uttered a cry of pure ecstasy, which rose to a higher pitched mewling as Remus' fluids began to slowly slip from his erection. It was as though a small breach had been made, and the filmy white secretions slowly made their way into Sirius' mouth, and the taste of it fueled his own self pleasure. He stroked himself harder, increasing the pressure of his hand on his shaft, his foreskin rolling back and forth with each stroke, and he could feel his own release building behind it. Pulling off of Remus' cock, it was agonizing to retract his mouth, and after throwing back his head with a much needed growling howl, he came right back, more aggressively, more forcibly, as though the only thing in the world that mattered was getting both he and his friend to their respective climaxes. He strengthened his suckling, and let his tongue roam as it pleased, washing over every inch it could reach, his hot breath wafting over Remus' entire groin. Remus uttered another moan, this time much louder, and with it came a jerk of his cock, an automatic and involuntary response to the attention that he was being given. His fingers tensed, and his eyes began to roll wildly behind their lids as his slumbered state began to slowly fade, bringing him to a state of semi-consciousness. His hips rose, forcing the head of his shaft deeper into Sirius' mouth, towards his throat. Sirius fought back a gag, and with the knowledge of Remus' begun awakening, he was more determined than ever to finish them both. His free hand clasped around Remus' scrotum, which tightened, signaling his imminent release. Remus inhaled sharply, his chiseled abdominals more pronounced than ever, a light beading of perspiration dusting his forehead, his chest rising and falling more and more exaggeratedly with every breath he took. His jaw tensed, and his mouth fell slightly open in a loud unexpected moan. His fingers scrabbled at the grass, then clawed into the dirt as if to hold on for support. Sirius whined around him, his self pleasing hand pumping erratically as his suckling increased. One last time he dove all in, forcing himself down Remus' full length, fighting his gag reflex, his nose tickled by Remus' bristly curly hairs, and this action was met by his own release. A violent shudder ripped through his body, coursing through his veins, tightening his muscles, and his eyes rolled back completely in sheer ecstasy. The wave that had built up inside him crested and exploded, and he came, spewing his seminal fluids into the inside of his robes, coating his hand, dripping onto the grass beneath him. As he reveled in sheer delight at his own climax, he felt Remus join him in completion. Remus' still sleeping form shook, his hands gripped tightly to the earth, a constant mewling sounding from his slumbering lips, his head tilted back, his back arched slightly, his eyes perpetually riveting in their sockets. He erupted in Sirius' mouth, just as Sirius was pulling off. His lips were sealed just below the junction of his head and shaft, and his mouth filled with the hot, sticky pearly white lava. Without hesitation, he felt another orgasm rip through him, triggered by the mere taste of Remus' cum. He swallowed hungrily, lapping up every drop he could, and suckled hard once again, encouraging every bit to surface and drop into his mouth. It was unlike anything Sirius had ever experienced, and he was at a loss for words, for thought; his mindless pleasure consuming him. His breathing heavily laden, he licked up every drop of Remus' release, and pulled slowly off of him. Unable yet to stand, as his legs, his arms, every muscle in his body were weak with exhaustion, he used every ounce of adrenaline left in him to push himself to a kneeling position. He wiped his hand covered in his own fluids on the inside of his robes, and tucked himself back inside before securing them tightly once again. He ran his other hand through his hair, inhaling deeply in an attempt to steady himself and regain his composure. Licking his lips, he remained in that position momentarily as he waited for the rest of his body to come back to some sense of normalcy. As Remus began to show signs of waking, Sirius quickly readjusted Remus' trousers, pulling them back up. Biting his lip at the predicament of the broken clasp and the tear in the crotch of Remus' jeans, he decided to leave it be. He rose to a stand, claiming his wand as he stood, just as Remus' eyelids began to flutter. Sirius stepped away, and stood casually, stuffing his wand back into the pocket of his robes, and struck a bemused pose. Remus opened his eyes, his breathing resuming a normal pace, and looked up, as Sirius was casting a dark shadow over his face where /he thought/ only moments before there had been sun. He was sure he had only drifted off momentarily. He frowned, and pushed himself to sitting, and was struck by an odd feeling. He wasn't sure what to make of it, but something was off. He just couldn't put a finger on it. Looking up into the face of his best friend, his face wrinkled into a confused expression. "Padfoot" he said, his confusion coloring his tone. "what are you doing here? I thought you had detention with-" His voice faltered as he felt a slight draft waft over his nether region, and looked down. A bright shade of red made its way across his face as he saw his trousers torn open and the button missing. "Wha-?!" Sirius looked down at him and chuckled, his sides splitting with laughter. "Moony, old friend," he winked, "you might wanna be careful with those torn trousers! Sleeping down here like that, someone might come along and take advantage of you!"
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