Regret by Luvscharlie
I shouldn't watch them. I know I shouldn't. But, she belonged to me once, and if I don't think about it too much, I can almost imagine it's my hands twisting in her hair and my cock she's riding. Mine, not Remus'. It's when she says his name that I can't deny it, and I want to hate her, but I can't.
Twisting the wedding ring on my finger, I know it's my fault there'll never be an "us" again. I married Fleur and broke her heart. This is my punishment, my own silent torture. I deserve this, and maybe that's why I watch.
Her full hips straddle Remus' waist as she rides him, her tits bouncing each time she thrust's down taking Remus into her.
My hand slides into my trousers, stroking in time with her thrusts and wishing it was my name she was saying as her climax grows ever closer. Maybe she does. In my mind, it's my name I hear; always my name that drips from her beautiful lips.
I stroke faster, the heat of my hand a poor substitute for the heat of her body, a distant, but ever present memory.
I come, just as she does… with Remus following close behind.
And when I walk away, I promise this won't happen again; that I won't come back to watch them.
But, I will. I am bound to her by my need for her, if not by the wedding ring on my finger.
Fin.
A/N: Originally written for a Comment Porn round at HP_porninthesun on LiveJournal for the prompt of Voyeurism, where the drabble must be under 300 words.