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"I'll see the both of you at Christmas." Said Mrs Potter, planting a wet kiss on each of their foreheads. Again.
"Thanks for putting me up Mrs. Potter." Said Sirius with a grateful smile. Mrs Potter clasped his hands between hers, looked earnestly into his eyes and said,
"Sirius. It was no trouble at all. You are a wonderful boy and I just can't stand the thought of you going back to those people." She kissed his hands.
"Thank you Mrs. Potter. I don't particularly want to go back to them either, Mrs Potter." Replied Sirius, nodding and looking at the smear of peach coloured lipstick on the back of his hands.
"Now don't get into too much trouble." Said Mrs Potter warmly. James shook his head.
"We won't Mum."
"And do try to stop harassing that poor Evans girl, her father was positively furious at parent's evening."
"I will Mum." James nodded and Sirius snorted.
"No he won't."
"Shut up Pads!" James hissed, whacking Sirius in the chest with the back of his hand, Mrs. Potter saw Sirius narrow his eyes, and before he could lunge at James she snapped,
"Boys! Behave!" though, it was a playful snap, followed by a very indulgent smile.
"We will." James grinned. "We promise."
"Scout's honour, Mrs Potter." Said Sirius with a thumbs up. With a final round of kisses, on hands and cheeks and foreheads, James and Sirius picked up their trunks and made their way to the train. They met Peter in all his ratty glory, curled up in the middle of their usual compartment. Peter had been the last to manage the animagus transformation out of the three of them.
They'd been working on it since second year, when McGonagall explained how difficult the transformation was and how horribly, horribly wrong things could go. Both James and Sirius had taken that as a challenge rather than a warning.
They took to it like ducks to water, Peter, like a duck to treacle. Managing only to transform into some hideous half man half rat creature, with a long tail and patches of hair and nasty pointy teeth. They'd received a letter from him in early July simply reading, "I've done it."
Peter transformed back and grinned.
"No one ever listens when you tell them the compartment's saved, but no one wants to share with a rat."
"Ooo, clever Wormtail." Said James appreciatively. "Finally gotten the hang of it, I see?" Peter nodded enthusiastically.
"It's brilliant, isn't it!" he squeaked.
"Yep. Well done." Said James, with the tone of an exasperated mother to her young, slightly stupid, child.
"Who's a clever Wormtail?" sung Sirius, mockingly. Peter's grin dropped a bit. More manically, Sirius repeated his sing song. "WHO'S A CLEVER WORMTAIL!" he pounced on Peter and scrubbed his hair until Peter squeaked,
"Stop it Sirius, you great berk!" and Sirius did stop. When he was bored with it, he stopped.
The trolley witch came by and, despite Peter's protests that they were "in sixth year now!" and they were "Far too old for sweets, that's so babyish!", they bought as many sweets as they could afford. Hyped up on sugar, they discussed what NEWTs they'd be taking, how much trouble they planned on causing and, when the subject of girls came up, James wittered on about Evans, and Peter about that blonde bint in Ravenclaw he was after. After spending ten minutes discussing the intrinsic value of large breasts Peter turned to Sirius and said,
"You've been awfully quiet, Sirius." Sirius shrugged and looked at his watch.
"A couple of pounds of fat with a nipple stuck on it, how exciting." He sighed. Peter's mouth dropped open in utter horror. "It's time for my meeting." Said Sirius, standing up and exiting the compartment, among the horrified squeaks of protest from Peter.
Sirius sighed and kicked at the compartment doors as he passed them, making the people within jump and squawk with fright. Why the hell he'd been made a prefect was still a mystery to him. He supposed Dumbledore had wanted someone who could reign in himself and James, but changed his mind when he realised there was no one (apart from Evans.) with enough of a spine to do it.
James had pissed himself laughing when the little red badge fell out of his Hogwarts letter. Peter had laughed as well. Snape actually had to have a little sit down when he saw Sirius with his badge, he found it so funny. Evans, upon seeing who she was about to do rounds with, told Sirius to fuck off and give the badge back to the real prefect. When Sirius told her, he was definitely the real prefect, she collapsed through laughing so hard.
"Why does everyone keep doing that!" he'd moaned. Evans explained to him that it was because he was possibly "the worst choice for prefect ever, in all of Hogwarts' history."
And so, Sirius Black had strived to prove everyone (Especially Evans) wrong.
All in all, he'd been pretty successful. He was fair with his detentions, he was nice to lost first years, he even managed to get James to leave Snape alone after what Sirius had decided was one de-pantsing too many. Even Evans had decided he "wasn't such a horrific person after all."
He trudged into the meeting in a rather foul mood, taking a place between Evans and Richard Bones, after realising that, at some point, he would have to explain to Peter that he'd much rather shag boys than girls. In fact, he'd have to explain that to a fair few people. Like every flipping girl that would try to chat him up. He thought that maybe they'd ease up in fifth year, nothing shatters your bad boy image like a nice shiny prefect badge, but no. They actually got worse. They started propositioning him while he was on rounds, or they found out which night he was serving detention duty and went out of their way to get in trouble.
Evans would keep teasing him about it when he sulked. He would always say: "You wouldn't know this Evans, but it's not easy being beautiful." And then she would hit him.
He sulked his way through the meeting, too wrapped up in feeling sorry for himself to notice Evans glaring at him. He mouthed "What?" she rolled her eyes and leaned towards him, whispering,
"Are you deaf now or something? I asked you how your summer was like ten minutes ago!"
"Sorry Evans. I didn't hear you. In fact, it's rather hard to hear you over Longbottom and What'sherface, wittering on over there." Sirius huffed. Evans frowned at him. "On top of that, there's Bones' mouth breathing for you to compete with." Bones promptly elbowed Sirius in the stomach.
"I have a cold." He hissed.
"You've had a cold for the last six years then!" Sirius snapped back. Longbottom turned at that moment and fiercely shushed them.
After the meeting, and after all the other prefects left, Evans cornered him.
"Why are you sulking?" She asked. "Something wrong?"
"Nah. Just in a bad mood." Sirius muttered. Lily pursed her lips and patted him on the arm before leaving. Sirius, left standing alone in the compartment, quickly found his thoughts drifting toward Remus.
They drifted toward Remus during the sorting and during the feast.
Sirius wondered how he was, and what he was doing right now.
"You working round Christmas?" asked the man (Dan or Dave or something.). The kind Remus saw a lot. Middle aged and married, his kind slipped off after work, spent an hour with Remus then stumbled in late to their long suffering wives, reeking of sex and tasting of boy.
Remus sat up on the bed and pulled the sheets up around himself, his room had the worst draft in the house, with it's large, old window. He watched the man buckle up his belt, then slip on his shirt.
"Probably. Don't generally plan that far in advance. Not on Christmas day, I don't think." Answered Remus, yawning. The man (... was it Don?) was doing up his tie now, a fine, dark blue, material.
"Obviously." Said the man. "Just found out we've got the mother-in-law coming over and the kids'll be back from Hogwarts. Could use the relaxation." The man grinned, he could have greatly benefitted from a set of braces as a boy.
"Honestly... I wasn't going to work much at all at Christmas..." Remus smiles coyly. "But. I suppose... for you, I'll make an exception." He let his eyes flick up toward the man (Who cares about his name.), who was now pulling a plain, dark blue, work robe over his head. He smiled, smugly.
"I like you, Remus." He said, walking back toward the bed. "I like you a lot." Remus swallowed, and desperately resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
"You... You do?" he said quietly. The man nodded.
"I might just come and see you every week." Said the man, leaning in toward Remus. Remus hitched his breath and parted his lips.
"Alright." The man kissed him, roughly, too much tongue and spit. Remus thought vaguely of that kid he'd had in a couple of weeks ago, he preferred the ones that were eager to please to the ones like this. At least, Remus himself could have a decent time if they didn't mind being told what to do. Men like this one always had bloody control issues; Remus had a theory, you could tell what a man's home life was like, just from how they treat him during their little encounters. This one was rough, dominating, very: say my name, who's your daddy. He would have been quite meek at home, the wife would have been cold and frigid, and definitely wore the trousers.
Remus felt a weight on his lap and heard the jangle of coins, the man pulled away, looking terribly pleased with himself and winked.
"Little something extra in their for you, darlin'" the man picked up his cloak and practically strutted out of the room.
Remus rolled his eyes and mumbled "wanker" under his breath and tipped out the little bag of money on his lap. The fifty they'd agreed on, plus another ten. He scooped the money up and added it to this month's earnings. It was usually about a thousand for Madam May. Probably ten times enough to cover his cost of living in the brothel, but Remus supposed he didn't mind. He generally ended up with a decent two or three hundred galleons at the end of the month and he hardly knew what to do with that.
His foray into drugs had merely bored him and gambling wound him up as well. He thought he would at least lose some of his money, but he never did. He was so lucky with cards he was generally always accused of cheating. He tried wasting his money on good food in nice restaurants, but he preferred the food at the brothel anyway.
He ended up becoming disappointingly frugal. His money piled up in his Gringott's account, Remus would sigh and comfort himself with the very dull thought that the money was there for a rainy day. He couldn't do this forever and he knew normal employment for an ex-prostitute werewolf, with not even a year of schooling and no qualifications would be hard to come by.
He did have a decent day job waiting in the Hogs Head, but that was more for of keeping himself amused during the afternoons and early evenings, rather than through a need for money.
The Hog's Head was extremely rough, but frankly, he preferred it ten times over to the Three Broomsticks. Sure, the glasses were a tad dirty and the clientele was certainly of a questionable calibre, but no one glowered at him and asked why he wasn't in school, or asked about the scars, or cared if he snuck a drink or two. Then, there was always the opportunity to pick up a little extra business without Madam May knowing.
Remus sighed as he closed the small safe he kept his earnings in. He would shower and eat before the next man turned up. In the shower, he remembered today was the first day back at Hogwarts for most kids. Probably would have been about time for the sorting ceremony to begin.
Remus remembered his own sorting ceremony. Shuffling up to that manky old hat and it searching around in his head. At first, it considered Ravenclaw, commenting there was "certainly intelligence there and a thirst for knowledge." Then it threw out Gryffindor mentioning "Bravery, certainly bravery. Loyalty too, but not enough for Hufflepuff." adding that Slytherin might be an idea "there's an edge here. A self awareness that makes you rather manipulative," but, the hat eventually decided on Gryffindor. And Remus was happy. "Manipulative" or not, a boy like him would have been eaten alive in Slytherin and he would have been bored off his arse in Ravenclaw.
He didn't make any friends though. And no one seemed to notice when he was forced to leave.
Remus towelled off, threw on a t-shirt and jeans and ran down stairs, passing Madam May and a particularly grotty looking fellow on the way, and emerging behind the front desk. There were two men, sat waiting on the old sofa, awkwardly conversing about the weather. Remus snuck by them, and crawled through the magically concealed kitchen door.
Mark was stood at the stove, hunched over a pan full of something and stirring.
"Y'alright?" he said, lifting the spoon from the pan, licking it and looking thoughtful.
"Not too bad. Where's everyone else?" Remus asked. Mark shrugged.
"Busy with some one." he sighed "Or out." He smacked his lips, opened the cupboard and pulled out a hand full of herbs. "I haven't been out in ages."
"Me neither." Remus sat down at the kitchen table.
"You have though. You get to go the Hog's Head everyday, nearly!" Said Mark petulantly. He stuck the spoon back in the pan and began stirring again.
"I work there." Remus laughed. Mark shrugged.
"Still somewhere other than here though, isn't it?" Remus bit back his kneejerk response, if you hate it so much, go and beg your parents for forgiveness, you daft sod!
"I suppose." Remus sighed. Mark dropped the spoon, moved to the right of the stove and leant against the bench, folding his arms.
"I wish I had a job." He sighed. Remus frowned then. "If I had some bloody money, I could move out."
"If you'd give in to your Auntie's whining you could have a job. And money." He said. And Mark curled his lip. Mark was generally a nice lad, good looking as well, Remus just wished he would keep his disgust to himself.
"I don't want a job like that." He huffed.
"Why not? The money's good." Remus narrowed his eyes and Mark shrank a little.
"She robs you blind though." He said softly. Remus shrugged.
"The money's still good, even after that."
"I don't want to be a whore."
"Be a chef."
"Can't. Squib." He stated, waving his spoon at Remus. "As if any one would hire a chef that couldn't do magic." He said sullenly, sucking on his spoon.
"A muggle would." Mark wrinkled his nose at the idea and went to stir again. "I swear to God if you stick that spoon back in the food, I'll be forced to damage you."
"If I wash it first?" Asked Mark.
"That's fine." He sighed. "It's called hygiene."
"I know!" he laughed. "I definitely bloody know after living with you, Mr. Five-showers-a-day."
"I don't like being sweaty." Said Remus. "People are always sweating all over me and-" He was interrupted, when Julian strolled into the room, in stupidly tight jeans and t-shirt, curly, blonde hair a tangled mess.
"What's for dinner." He asked, pushing a hand through his hair, in a futile effort to fix it. Mark chucked his spoon in the sink and pulled a new one from the drawer.
"Soup." He replied. "Tomato soup. New recipe."
"I hate tomatoes." Groaned Julian.
"And I'm sure the tomatoes hate you." Muttered Remus.
"They love me." He said. "It's unrequited." Throughout dinner Julian twitched and fidgeted and half way through, George stormed in, clothes in disarray, muttering angrily under his breath.
Most of the boys in the brothel were there through no fault of their own; most were just poorly educated victims of circumstance, that Madam may had spotted, dragged into the house and put to work. Mark's parents threw him out, so did George's, Julian was a junkie, Dean had always been homeless and, like Mark, Sam and Jove were squibs with no where else to go. Runaways and junkies drifted in and out, but Remus saw himself as the only permanent boy there entirely of his own accord.
The year dragged. Sirius had never felt time drag on and on so much before. September had to be pulled past, kicking and screaming and October simply refused to budge. Finally, when November rolled round, Sirius felt like he was going insane.
All he could think about was Remus. Remus, Remus, Remus. He regretted not asking if he could owl him. He regretted not going back to him. He regretted not paying for a little more time.
The image of Remus above him, sinking down onto his cock, biting his lip, head thrown back, chest glistening, was burnt into the back of his eyelids. Every time he closed them, even blinked, all he saw was Remus. He remembered the way it had felt, the sex, the kissing, the touching, everything; and, no matter who he was with or what he was doing, he would have given anything to be back in that grotty house, in Remus' room, on his bed, inside of him.
He composed several letters over the course of November. Long, drawn out, declarations of affection, followed by apologies and slights on his own mental health. None of which he sent.
One night, James found a letter under his bed.
"You've not read that, have you?" asked Sirius. James grimaced and nodded. He glanced down at the letter.
"You're right when you say you're mental you know. 'Cause you are. You're off your rocker." Said James, disapprovingly. Sirius perched on the edge of his bed.
"I'm not." He huffed. "I just really like him."
"Oh." Said James. "So what's his name-"
"Remus."
"Yeah." James glanced around and frowned. "What's so good about him? You'd think the sun shines out of his arse from the letter."
"Dunno. He's just. He's just got something about him." Sirius mumbled.
"So he's like. Your... Boyfriend, or something?" James asked, quietly. Sirius shook his head.
"We don't really know each other that well. I just. Liked him a lot, I suppose." Sirius sighed. "We just. We just fucked, really." James' mouth formed an O, Sirius blushed. They didn't say anything for a while. James stood, shifting his weight from foot to foot, trying to work out exactly what it was he should say. Sirius cringed and checked his watch.
"Oh time for rounds." He said, hurrying out the dorm.
"See you later!" called James.
He was with the Hufflepuff in the year below him again. Jennifer Plunkett was rather small and delicate looking. She actually flinched when Sirius spoke to he. And if they ever had rounds together, she spent them with her shoulders stiff and her fists balled up in her pockets. Sirius liked Jennifer, though. Her hair and her eyes were the same colour as Remus'. And their mouths, Sirius noticed, their mouths were similar as well.
He ended up thinking about Remus a lot that night. He ended up flushing whenever Jennifer looked him in the face. He ended up running straight to the shower after rounds. Tearing his clothes off, scrambling under the spray, resting his head against the tiles and stroking himself furiously. It could be summer again, he was in that room, with Remus. It was not his own hand on his cock, but Remus'. He slipped his finger around to arse, experimentally pushing it inside himself. Imaging this was Remus, he came, hard, spattering come over the tiles.
He made himself cringe when he caught his reflection in the bathroom mirror. There were tile imprints on his forehead.
This became his routine. And he always used fingers now. He always imagined what it would be like to have Remus fucking him.
Christmas would be there soon. At Christmas he would see Remus again.
*
December came and plodded along, dark and damp, as winter months did. Remus' room got cold enough some days that he could see his own breath. He left a glass of water on the windowsill one night, and found a thin layer of frost around it's sides in the morning.
The kind of people that needed his kind of people, always seemed to get lonely around Christmas. The brothel got busier and busier as the days went by, and even the Hog's Head always seemed to be packed.
He managed to procure a few more regular customers, along with the others. Remus' list of regulars never seemed to stop growing, and he often toyed with putting his rates up a bit. But that would only lead to more disposable income, with nothing to dispose it on.
Mostly he read. He decided it was time he took his education into his own hands. He bought himself a stack of text books, but still lacked a wand. He was hesitant to replace his old wand, snapped by the Ministry, then burnt to make sure neither he nor his parents made off with pieces. They were, of course, prohibited by the all mighty Ministry from buying him a new one, but Remus imagined he'd been gone long enough to be considered long dead by the Ministry. By his parents, as well, perhaps.
He strolled into Ollivander's on a bright, particularly cold morning.
"Oh." Said Ollivander, raising his eyebrows. "Remus Lupin? Never thought I'd see you again." he said, pale eyes shining. "Ten inches. Willow, Unicorn hair core. A nice, swishy wand, if I remember correctly." Remus nodded. "A nice piece of work that was. A terrible shame about what happened. Dumbledore should have known a Werewolf wouldn't lasted long without being discovered, though." Ollivander sighed an shook his head. "Snapping your wand did seem a tad excessive though."
"I suppose. People like me aren't really supposed to have access to a wand though." Remus said. "I don't suppose you'll sell to me now, will you." Remus, began to turn on his heel, as Ollivander said,
"Wait just a minute there Mr. Lupin." He rested his hand thoughtfully upon his chin. "I've always thought the laws prohibiting your kind were... excessive. It does seem a shame to waste your potential, and believe me Mr. Lupin, I sense as great a potential now as I did when you were eleven." Remus felt himself turn pink. He remembered how frightened he'd been when he came to buy his first wand. His mother, utterly apprehensive about being caught, his father even worse and doing a terrible job of hiding it. His mother's long finger nails dug into his shoulders, and his father kept looking over his shoulder and chewing his lip.
Ollivander had appeared, eyes eerie and pale, and recounted the tale of his parents buying their own wands. Remus remembered a fair few wands being thrust into his tiny, shaking hands. He remembered breaking things, and then, the incredible surge of feeling as the last wand, his wand was in his fist. He remembered it simply feeling right.
"You'll sell one to me then?" asked Remus.
"Yes. But if the ministry finds out, you didn't buy this from me." Replied Ollivander, already wandering further back into his shop. He returned a moment later, with an armful of long thin boxes. "Just a few here. Similar to your old wand, for the most part." He said, beckoning Remus toward him. Remus set down his paper bag full of text books and held out his hand.
Ten minutes was all it took, and Remus had not expected to find a wand that felt like his old one and de certainly didn't expect to find one even better.
Thirteen inches this time, the wood still willow, still swishy. But the core, this time, a Dragon Heartstring.
He thanked Ollivander profusely, and prayed the ministry had him registered dead.
Studying magic was far less boring than the students he would speak to had made it out to be.
Remus was busy all the time now, working or studying. And Remus was his happiest when he was busy.
Often, he found his thoughts catapulting straight back to magic when he was with a particularly dull or selfish client.
When Christmas really started to get close, Remus' studying had to take a back seat. The Hogshead was heaving most days and the brothel was even worse. He hardly had a spare moment, between customers and showers, eating and sleeping.
They seemed to get more depressing as well, his customers. They would winge and whine about their families, almost like they thought Remus actually cared. They would huff about just wanting to get away, they asked if Remus wanted to come away with them. The answer was always a firm, unfaltering "no."
On the day before Christmas eve, Remus had a costumer who appeared to be younger than himself, which was a rare, rare sight. They boy was handsome, gorgeous, with a main of almost-curly dark hair. The boy grinned.
"Remus." He said. Remus flinched. He'd seen this boy before somewhere. "This is going to sound so strange, but I really missed you."
Missed me? Remus thought, Oh bloody hell. His face rings a bell. Who the fuck is he?
"Missed me?" Remus said shyly. "Really?"
"Yeah. I dunno. Sorry, I just. I suppose I liked you, when we... you were the. I really liked you." He said. Remus fluttered his eye lashes, must have gone full on Virgin for this one, he thought.
"That's..." he avoided eye contact and made himself tremble. "I liked you as well." he whispered. The boy's grin dropped.
"You can... You can just be yourself you know, last time. Last time I was here I said I preferred you being yourself."
"Did you?" Everything (sort of) came flooding back to Remus. "Oh yeah!" Everything except the boy's name! Said boy, flushed and his smile faded completely.
"You forgot me, didn't you."
"Of course not-" Sydney... Cyril.... Simon... Simon? No... not Simon. Bollocks. "Cyril."
"Sirius." The boy mumbled. Remus cursed his brain and it's sheer lack of capacity for names.
"That's what I said, wasn't it?" Remus laughed. The boy, Sirius, smiled again.
"Oh. Misheard you. So you... you do remember? You really do?" he asked eagerly. Remus nodded and stepped toward him, curled his arm's around Sirius' neck.
"How could I forget you?" He kissed Sirius' jaw and worked around to his lips. He was hard already, Remus smirked to himself and pulled away. "So how do you want to do this?" he asked. Sirius, bright red and already sweating, shrugged.
"I... I don't know. I'm just happy to see you." He said. Remus smiled, a little nervously, the soft-hearted ones were, quite frankly, depressing after a while. "Do what's easiest for you." Said Sirius. Remus nodded and, reflexively, fell to his knees and undid the flies of Sirius' jeans, tugging them down, then doing the same with his boxer shorts. Remus wet his lips and looked up at Sirius, who was looking down at him, his eyes were light and wide with a kind of fascination. As soon as they made eye contact though, Sirius looked away, embarrassed and cleared his throat. Remus took that as a signal to begin. He started at the base of Sirius' cock and began to kiss it, wetly, sucking slightly. Sirius inhaled sharply each time, his cock quickly beginning to leak he barked,
"Stoppit!" just as Remus opened his mouth wide and rolled his lips around his teeth.
"Excuse me?" Remus asked, half laughing. Sirius winced and awkwardly shifted his legs.
"I. I... I would have come." He said.
"Well... yes, that's the point?" Remus said, still half laughing at him. Sirius' blush spread down to his neck.
"I. Oh Merlin." He spluttered. "Fuck me. Please. I want you to fuck me."
"Oh." Said Remus, surprised. "Alright then." He smiled and stood up, grabbing Sirius' t-shirt and pulling it over his head. "Kick those off, and go over to the bed." Sirius nodded and did as he was told.
"Alright." Said Remus, unable to suppress a grin at the sight of the boy's arse, his cock jumping more enthusiastically than it had in a while. "Now bend over."
*
Sirius was nervous. He wanted this so much, it frightened him. It frightened him that one person, one person he hardly knew, could do this to him. Reduce him to this. He could feel his breath become unsteady, threatening to halt completely. He bent over, resting his weight on his elbows and heard Remus' shirt flutter to the floor, and the sound of the zip being pulled on his trousers. He heard the floor creak as Remus moved toward him.
A hand was on his back, it rubbed gentle circles on Sirius' steadily tensing shoulders. Remus' body weight and heat soon joined the hand.
"This might hurt a bit." Remus whispered, his hot breath tickling Sirius' ear. "I'm going to fuck you with my fingers, then fuck you."
Sirius shuddered. He felt something very hot and hard rub against his arse.
"Any objections?" Remus asked, Sirius shook his head and clutched the bed sheets. "Positive you wouldn't rather do this the other way around?" Sirius shook his head again, he was nervous, but he'd been fantasising about this for months now. "Good" Remus purred, something cool and slick circled his hole. Shocked, he sucked in a sharp breath.
"Shh." Remus soothed, working his finger around Sirius' entrance, the sensation teasing and unfamiliar. Remus, finally growing bored or losing patience, told Sirius to relax, as he slid a finger inside him. Sirius clutched tighter at the sheets, his cock rubbing on the soft fabric sending a jolt through him. Remus began to move the slick finger back and forth.
"Don't tense." he said calmly, moving the finger back and forth. In and out. There was a little pain, that subsided quickly. Sirius shivered. It was strange, he decided, but not a bad strange at all.
A second finger was added, then a third and Sirius found himself enjoying the feeling more and more, even finding himself unable to resist pushing back on Remus' hand as he moved his slick digits back and forth, moving in time with him, grinding his cock down on the soft quilt below him. He let a guttural whine escape his throat and Remus pulled his fingers out, Sirius moaning in protest.
"You ready?" Remus whispered, Sirius hadn't realised how close he had been. To wrapped up in the fingers up his arse to notice the lips, the breath on his neck. Sirius nodded and Remus nudged his legs further apart.
"Wait." Sirius said, his voice was quiet and hoarse, barely above a whisper.
"Hmm?"
"Can we... could we do it face to face?" Remus' lips were trailing across his shoulders and around his neck, settling on his ear as he spoke.
"Ah... yeah." he sounded surprised. "If you want... why though?"
"I dunno just... wanna."
"Less comfortable face to face, you know, if you're bottoming."
"Doesn't matter..." Sirius swallowed, embarrassed but just too desperate to care now. "I want to see you."
"Kay." Remus laughed softly and moved away from him "Lie on your back." Sirius lifted himself up onto the bed, Remus following. He lent across Sirius and grabbed a small tube, which Sirius recognised from last time, and paused for a moment. He grabbed a couple of pillows and handed them to Sirius. "Put those near the bottom of your back." Remus rolled his eyes a little at Sirius' confused look. "Better angle." He replied flatly.
Sirius obliged, then watched Remus kneel, squeezing the stuff in the tube into his hand, and begin lazily rubbing it around his cock. His eyes fluttering shut, his lips parting. Sirius, need momentarily over whelming him, began to fist his own cock. Remus' eyes fluttered open.
"None of that." he said, spreading Sirius' legs. He licked Sirius' prick from base to tip, he moaned, when Remus grazed his teeth ever so lightly over the head and lapped up a drop of precome spilling from his slit.
Remus licked his lips, and it took every ounce of self control Sirius could muster not to come right then and there. Remus gave the satisfied smirk of a person that was very aware of how good at their job they were.
Remus placed himself between Sirius' thighs and pressed himself up against his hole. Sirius shuddered as he felt the other boy's cock begin to stretch him. Sirius sucked a sharp breath through his teeth and clawed at the sheets. Remus paused and allowed Sirius to adjust before pushing further, stretching him and filling him more with each little push. Remus' eyes were squeezed tight shut.
"God." He breathed "Fuck... So tight..." Remus shuddered. "Can I move?" he choked "Please". Sirius nodded.
"Can you kiss me?" Sirius mumbled. Remus fell forward, shifting his weight from his knees onto his hands and kissed Sirius. Remus pulled out of him and thrust forward slowly, then again.
"Is that okay?" Remus asked, moving his hips back and forth again. Sirius gasped involuntarily and nodded.
"It's good." He said, barely more than a
"You like it?"
"Yessss." Sirius hissed. He felt his eyes slide shut as Remus fell into a slow, tantalising rhythm. "Harder?" Sirius said, the words slipping from his lips without him even realising. Remus grunted and began to move faster, pushing himself in and out more vigorously. Remus hit something, some spot inside him, something sending a sharp pulse of pleasure through him, that made him buck his hips and cry out,. He heard Remus half laugh half grunt above him.
"Again." Sirius hissed. Remus made the same movement, his the same spot. He cried out again, and Remus began to move faster, the head of his cock pressing and digging That spot again and again. Remus sped up more, moving his hand between them to fist Sirius' prick.
It didn't take more than a few, shaken, desperate squeezes to finish Sirius off. He came onto Remus' hand, and stomach, their skin becoming slick as Remus began to pound into him faster, suddenly collapsing onto Sirius with a loud moan.
Remus cleared his throat, panting.
"I feel like I should give you a discount." Sirius felt his eyes begin to shut. "No sleeping, we're busy today." Remus said sharply, lazily.
"Can't we just stay like this?" he asked, almost whining. "Just stay like this, just for a minute." Remus sighed.
"Alright. Ten minutes. And if you fall asleep, I won't hesitate to... bloody... find an unpleasant way to wake you." He said, surprisingly drowsy despite his words. Sirius smiled and nodded, feeling Remus' breathing slow.
Exactly twenty six minutes later, Sirius awoke with a start, when he was hit with a face full of ice cold water. And a snarl of,
"That was for letting me fall asleep."
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