A/N: Wolfstar keeps me going. I hope you understand that. CANNOT HELP IT... I tried
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin are not mine.
Beta: No beta. Also, English is not my first language. If you spot any mistakes, message me or write a review. x x
He smells Remus. He hears Remus.
And especially, he feels Remus next to him.
He feels Remus' long limbs, his hungry fingers, his rapid heartbeat – and his warm, wet tongue all over him, against his own waiting skin and the light hair that covers it. The touch makes Sirius shudder and tremble in a way he wasn't sure was even possible.
Needily, he gasps for the thick air.
He cannot see the blistering hands on him, but as he keeps his eyes tightly closed, he feels them sufficiently enough and decides to let his head do all the brainwork.
Suddenly, Remus is pulling him closer by his neck and kisses him fervently, trying to smother him with his lips, trying to kill Sirius yet oddly enough striving to keep him alive at the same time. Feeling as if utterly choking, Sirius battles to let go off him and turns his mouth to his left, again ravenous for breath.
However, Remus swiftly moves with him, his hands constantly running on Sirius' shivering muscles, caressing him and slowly marking every single nook of the man's body with his burning fingertips, marking them as his.
No one else was to touch him. Sirius was Remus'.
As though there would have been anyone else to take Sirius that thoroughly; like anyone else even could have done this to him, brought him into this state of complete abasement.
Again Sirius inhales sharply and lets the hanging air fill his already aching lungs.
The way Remus is teasing him makes a single tear fall from Sirius' eye, and the ghostly touch on his sweltering skin makes him want to pull the man closer to him, and scream until neither of them can feel their limbs anymore.
Yet, he does nothing.
He just keeps his eyes tightly shut – the expression on his face makes him seem as if he's hurting, as if he's petrified to open his eyelids in a fear that Remus disappears before him.
What if Remus does? What if... he leaves Sirius?
Something warm – maybe another heated fingertip, maybe a tongue – lingers on Sirius' clavicle, and as it moves closer to his Adam's apple, Sirius jerks his head backwards on his bed and draws another shaky breath.
As he turns back on his back, his eyelashes still resting on his cheeks, another tear escapes under them. It rolls almost blissfully towards his mattress under him.
"Open your eyes," he hears softly against his ear.
He whispers in a hoarse voice to above him, "No... Remus, I –"
"Please."
And with that sad excuse of a plea, Sirius indeed opens his eyes and sees the cold, dripping ceiling of his Azkaban cell.