My friend asked me, and I liked the idea. ' (write for 10 minutes) any male character, work 'your breath against my skin' into a sentence.
Sirius groaned at the feeling of warm air grazing his skin. He loved when Remus would breathe over him like that. It was intoxicating, the feel of him. The breathing, exhaling, nipping, and the sucking. That would always be his favorite. He could no longer remember how many times they had been in this position, only remember it had been often. Grunting as Remus worked
himself lower, he ran his hands into his lover's hair, tugging slightly when Remus would lick over a sensitive part. He had never known he was sensitive in so many areas until he started
this whole thing with Remus. He had been hesitant at first, but Remus had been slow, gentle, loving; the typical Remus they all loved. Now though, he always knew what Sirius needed.
Sirius gasped as he felt warmth engulf his hard length, his werewolf lover catching him by surprise, not for the first time.
Sirius knew he wouldn't last long, he never could, especially not when Remus was sucking like that, and what he was doing with his tongue just added to the pleasure. He groaned as he shot into Remus' mouth, watching through hooded eyes as his lover swallowed it all before coming up next to him.
"I'm addicted Remy."
"Hmm?"
"Your breath on my skin. It's addicting."
Remus just smiled as Sirius nuzzled next to him, falling asleep easily. He moved a strand of hair away from his face.
"And I'm addicted to your skin under my breath Love."