Alright, this is the last chapter, I swear. I lost my liking and inspiration for this story by the sixth chapter which made me sad but I just can't seem to get the characters to stay in character. :( Sirius, you stupid mutt! * hits him* I'd hit Remus too but I don't think I could bear it. Anyway, this is the chapter where our two lovely wizards finally get it together to get some. :D That means that there will be sex.
Enjoy.
(Unless you don't particularly want to enjoy, in which case, you're missing out big time.)
Also, sorry about the point of view jumping a couple of times when it gets to the good stuff; I couldn't help myself XD
PS: m'already working on three more fics but these ones will be way shorter and MUCH better, I promise ;)
Chapter 7
Remus' body ached. It felt as if the marrow in his bones had been forcibly removed and then replaced with lead. His head hurt worst of all. A dull pounding thudded through his skull, painful and inescapable but he was used to this post full moon ritual. Although, it was nice to wake up in a warm, soft bed; the last couple of full moons he'd been waking up on the floor of his apartment or out in the wilderness somewhere. Yes, it sure was warm. He could just sink right into the mattress, back into the wonderful oblivion of sleep, but there was a warm hand pressing on his shoulder and a familiar voice calling as if from afar.
"Remus".
It got a little louder and clearer. He thought he could place the voice if the blanket of grogginess wasn't so heavy.
"Remus, wake up".
He allowed his eyes to open in a squint and regretted it instantly. Sunlight filled the room, the sharp rays feeling as if they had speared right into his brain.
"Come on, you sleepy bugger; you've been out of it since yesterday".
His eyes focused on the shadow that hovered above him that quickly grew a nose, lips, long black hair and icy blue eyes.
Remus shifted his limbs aimlessly. It was half an attempt to get Sirius to sod off and let him go back to sleep and half an attempt to sit up. Neither was successful.
He groaned. Moving intensified the ache but he was surprised to find that he felt a little better than usual; he had slept a lot though so he guessed that helped.
"Sit up or you'll drown in your soup", the pesky (and was that amused?) voice ordered.
He felt an arm prop him up and curl around his back to pull him up into a lazy sitting position. It felt nice; warm to be held like that. Embraced almost. His groggy mind barely registered the unique smells of Sirius' shampoo, soap, the smell of clothes warmed by sunlight and the overall pleasant smell of simply Sirius, before it was all taken away and he was propped against a couple of pillows and the headboard of the bed.
He cracked his eyes opened and blinked up groggily at the smirking man leaning over him.
"You're a bloody dead-weight when you want to be, Mr Moony".
Remus let out an indistinct mumble that he'd meant to sound like, "Sod off, you insufferable prat", but came out sounding muffled and strangely like, "So-f, sufble pra".
Sirius ignored him and leaned away to pick up a bowl filled with something steaming and smelling wonderful.
"James' mother sent this over. You need to eat something".
Remus considered this. He'd slept a long time and the night of the full moon had been relatively stress free for the wolf so he was recovering well and feeling much better than he normally did the day after the full moon, but he still wasn't hungry and he said so.
"M'not hungry".
"Don't care", Sirius replied without missing a beat, "You can't miss this many meals and if you won't eat this I'll force feed you what Lily sent over".
Remus again grumbled indistinctly but, at the threat of being subjected to the product of Lily's cooking which was arguably worse than Sirius', allowed himself to be handed the large bowl of pumpkin soup. Mrs Potter was a brilliant cook and he ate the soup almost willingly, even though the spoon felt far too heavy for his arm and his stomach churned unhappily. Sirius sat on the edge of the bed, alternating between throwing occasional glances at Remus and nervously fiddling with a small hole in the old blanket. He took the plate from Remus when he'd finished and set it down on the bedside table.
"Feel better?"
Remus nodded and yawned, noting that the heavy blanket of tiredness was slowly lifting. Then a thought struck him.
"Did Dumbledore reply to my letter?"
Sirius nodded, fishing in his robe pocket for a moment before silently handing Remus a folded piece of parchment. Remus opened it with fumbling fingers, eager to see what the Headmaster might have thought of his news.
Dear Remus,
I'm glad to hear that you were able to convince some of the werewolves to leave Voldemort's ranks and join us. They are essential allies and will be greatly appreciated and treated with the utmost respect and dignity they have long been starved of. I trust you will tell me more on your next report which I hope to have soon but, for now, I hope you recover well. Say hello to Sirius for me.
Albus.
Remus felt his face flush in excitement and a little bit of embarrassment. It was good to know that his efforts had been recognised but it was a bit surprising to see that Dumbledore knew or suspected that Sirius was staying with him, or at least hanging around a lot.
Folding the letter back up, he smiled at Sirius, a light happiness settling over him as he realised that now his life would be made a lot easier as he would not always have to be worrying about fitting into the pack and making sure he didn't blow his cover.
A few moments later he found that his gaze had been lingering on Sirius and he turned away quickly.
He knew that Sean had smelt Sirius' scent on him and suspected that they were more than friends and he wondered how deep the animosity that Sean felt for werewolf-human relations went. Surely he could convince Sean and the other werewolves to come around to it or at least make it clear that his private life was irrelevant to them becoming allies to the Order. He hoped so anyway, because he was quite sure that he wouldn't be able to say no to Sirius sleeping in his bed tonight or any other night, and now that he knew for certain that Sirius wanted him too, he wasn't so sure that sleeping would be all that they'd be doing in his bed. He felt his cheeks flush at the thought and wondered if Sirius would guess correctly about what he'd been thinking. He looked back at Sirius and offered a hesitant smile which Sirius returned warmly.
"James told me to tell you that he said hi", Sirius said quietly after some long moments of silence.
"Oh", Remus replied stupidly, mentally cringing as he realised that when Sirius had gone to talk to James that he'd accidentally fallen asleep, even though he'd told Sirius to hurry back, "Sorry about falling asleep. I really did want to stay awake but you know how tired I get".
"No, it's okay, I understand", Sirius assured him, hesitating before adding nervously, "Do you want to – you know; if you're not too tired – continue what we were doing...now?"
Remus allowed a grin to split his face as he felt his head go light in relief and excitement. Some part of him had suspected that Sirius would realise he'd made a mistake and regret showing Remus how he'd felt, but now there was no mistaking that hopeful glint in Sirius' eye and Remus could just about run a mile with the amount of happy energy he suddenly had.
"That would be nice", his grin widened uncontrollably, "Now, where were we?"
He leaned forward as Sirius did, pressing their lips together as he cupped Sirius' face with his right hand.
Ah, yes, here they were. Now he remembered.
Remus gently flicked his tongue along Sirius' bottom lip, feeling his heart jump excitedly as Sirius' tongue met his own, twisting and stroking against each other. Sirius' hands threaded through his hair, gripping firmly and tugging slightly as he leaned even closer. This was what he'd been wanting, even though for a long time he hadn't been completely sure what he'd wanted, it was clear to him now. All those little touches and glances that they seemed to only reserve for each other, even since their fourth year, all came together and made sense. This was right.
Remus felt himself leaning back a little, hands tugging on Sirius' hair and robes so he would follow him. Sirius' silky black curtain of hair swung down to tickle his cheeks and he found himself surrounded by Sirius' scent. It was wonderful and he couldn't help but grin as he gently bit Sirius' bottom lip and sucked on it, coaxing a glorious, low groan from Sirius.
Ah, new sounds, new sights, new smells and tastes; things he had never experienced before from Sirius, even after their friendship of many years. This was new territory between them and the thought of something so unexplored, so new, excited them and made this, whatever it was, seem more thrilling than what they had ever done before with anyone else.
Remus slid down on the bed, pulling Sirius with him, noting that his old pyjama shirt rode up uncomfortably. He didn't care about the discomfort until he realised that he hadn't fallen asleep in that shirt or these pants for that matter, and that Sirius must have undressed him to dress him in something more comfortable.
"You changed my clothes", he murmured, grinning against Sirius' lips, noting with surprise that his voice was deeper and huskier than usual.
Sirius grinned back, "I did. You have no idea how much self control it took for me to do only that".
Remus laughed, eyes bright, "Well, you don't have to use self control now. You have my permission to do whatever you want".
"You're going to regret saying that later", Sirius winked, leaning closer, brushing his whole body almost imperceptibly against Remus'.
"Never", Remus promised, pulling Sirius' head back down and claiming his mouth again.
They pushed against each other urgently, each unused to feeling another so strong and demanding; more used to soft, gentle women. Although an unfamiliar sensation, it was also thrilling to feel the definite need and passion of another and to know that they were matched in strength and that they didn't have to hold back. They pulled and shoved and gripped each other until their need intensified so much that they had to stop and gasp for breath.
They wasted no time however.
Sirius buried his face in the crook of Remus' neck, mouthing it and tonguing the soft, smooth skin as his hands wandered, pushing Remus' cotton shirt up over his chest.
Remus' hands copied, reaching around Sirius' body to pull his shirt up at the back, bunching it around Sirius' chest until Sirius straightened, kneeling to wrench it over his head and chuck it to the floor. Eyes bright and reddened lips parted, Sirius gazed down at his now more-than-just-best-friend.
His groin stirred in anticipation at the sight.
Remus' arms were spread up, around his head on the pillow, his body language open and wanting, begging to be kissed and touched and driven out of his mind. His eyes, those beautiful eyes, had turned a burning, liquid gold colour that startled Sirius with their intensity and he was sure this time, there was no trick of the light about those eyes. They gazed at him with open desire and Remus' mouth hung open as he breathed, short and rapid, sensual lips swollen and moistened with intense snogging, begging for more. Sirius grinned in anticipation as he trailed an unsteady hand down Remus' chest, covered only slightly by his shirt now, down the flat stomach that jumped and quivered excitedly at his touch, toying absently with the dark brown fur that led from his navel down into his pants.
Remus bit his bottom lip and pressed upwards into that hand, feeling his cock swell, making his pants seem tight. Oh, how he wanted that hand to touch him but Sirius pulled away with a grin and plucked at Remus' shirt to show that he wanted it off. Remus leaned up slightly to pull the offending item off and realised that that was an awkward move because it brought him level with and very close to Sirius' crotch. He was only inches away from that desired and unexplored treasure and he felt his cheeks burn at the suggestive position. He glanced up at Sirius to gouge his reaction and felt his stomach flip uncomfortably as he saw the flicker of surprise, humour and especially lust in those eyes. He bit his lip again as he reached up with shaking fingers.
He wanted to see it, wanted to touch it, taste it, everything, but he hadn't seen that part of Sirius since their school days and the thought of how he might have changed, how he was a man now, made Remus nervous down in the pit of his stomach.
Remus' fingers undid the button of Sirius' jeans, fumbling a bit in his nerves, and pulled down the zipper which made an impossibly loud and blatantly suggestive sound that made them both snicker childishly.
Remus gave Sirius one more quick, heated glance before tugging the jeans down around Sirius' thighs and moving on to the underwear. Sirius had always been a briefs man and Remus was thankful for that because, while providing security and comfort, the tight-fitting underwear also gave Remus a good look at the bulge that was soon to be unveiled as Sirius' cock. Eager, Remus quickly pulled down the underwear and stared at the marvelous sight before him.
Red, swollen and standing to attention, Remus couldn't help but think it was the most wonderful sight in the world and as proof, his own pants got impossibly tighter at the sight.
However, he didn't quite know where to start. He knew what to do and how to do it, knowledge gained from being on the receiving end of such acts, but what did he do first?
He decided to follow instinct and do what felt best.
He trailed his hands up Sirius' thighs, and inwards, towards the object of his attentions. He brushed his fingers through the coarse, wiry hair, leaning forward slightly so that Sirius could feel his cool breath running along his length. Then Remus' fingers stroked his cock lightly, at first gentle and unsure and then they became confident; Remus' hand curling into a fist and tightening around the length and making it increasingly difficult for Sirius to breathe. Sirius had to keep reminding himself to breathe as he started to gasp and struggle for air, unable to comprehend anything beyond Remus' hand on him, tightening around him, stroking him and then something different...Remus lips on his cock, kissing and tonguing tenderly and then more insistently. It was as if Remus was becoming more and more comfortable and actually...liked what he was doing, judging by the way he'd started sucking the head of Sirius' cock enthusiastically.
Actually, Remus was enjoying it. It didn't taste too good; sharp and unfamiliar but the rest made up for it. It was a strange but pleasant feeling to have something so smooth and soft in texture sliding into his mouth and he found himself taking more of Sirius in, looking up from beneath his lashes to see Sirius' reaction. And he almost choked.
Sirius' skin was all flushed and sweaty, glistening in the sunlight spectacularly, the tiny shining dots seeming to gather in places that emphasised his overall sexiness and sensuality. And those eyes, the way those eyes were looking at him like he was the most amazing thing Sirius had ever seen and how those lips were parted in gasps, whispering curses and endearments all in one so they all started to mean the same thing...Remus was lost.
So lost in fact that he forgot that he had a very sensitive part of Sirius in his mouth and accidentally allowed his teeth to scrape Sirius' cock. Sirius' eyes widened and he groaned a curse, whether in pain or pleasure, Remus didn't know but he hoped for the latter.
Deciding that his own cock was being very much neglected and mindful that it was painfully reminding him that it was in need of immediate attention, Remus pulled back, releasing the hot and now very wet length. Sirius looked disappointed at first but then Remus lay back down on the bed and Sirius seemed to brighten up again. Especially when Remus reached down and pushed at his own pants, lifting his hips up as he hissed, "Help me get these off".
Sirius complied readily, pulling the pants down Remus' long legs quickly and then gave Remus' underwear (also briefs) the same treatment. He'd thought that he couldn't get any more excited but then he saw Remus finally stark naked in his bed and looking up at him with an intensely lustful look, and he felt like he was about to explode with energy and adrenaline.
"Fuck, you're beautiful", he breathed truthfully, reverently running his hands up Remus' bare legs.
Remus turned an amusing shade of red and made to protest against such a remark, when Sirius swooped down and planted one right on his lips, silencing him. Remus complied readily, easing into the kiss as Sirius' hands wandered. Persistent thumbs rubbed over his taught nipples before moving down to rub and stroke his smooth stomach, one suggestive finger slowly following the line of fur down his stomach.
Sirius had always had a fascination with that line of hair for reasons he couldn't fully explain. Perhaps it was something about the pure masculinity of its presence, maybe because it was like a suggestion in itself; a path to follow, or maybe even because for some reason it reminded him of raw, primitive needs. Like the fur of the dog he occasionally became and the coarser fur of Moony once a month, that little line reminded him of the animal that was in each of them and how now, with Remus, those animals could be let out.
Yes, he could definitely see Remus being a wild animal in bed.
He snickered inwardly at the thought. It was always the quiet ones.
To hide his grin, he nuzzled his face downwards, into Remus' neck, snuffling and kissing the chest peppered with light brown fuzz, dipping his tongue into Remus' navel and registering with satisfaction the little gasp of pleasure and surprise before pulling back.
Then uncertainty hit him.
He had a fair idea of where to put what, despite never having gone that far with a guy, but who would put what where? He felt unsure about being bottom first off but considering what had happened to Remus, perhaps he should be. After all, bad memories or sensations may very well come rushing back and he didn't want this to be a bad experience for either of them. He never wanted to cause Remus the same pain that that monster had and he didn't want either of their impatience to let that happen. So he concluded that he would have to quell his nerves and be on the bottom this first time. A terrible feeling settled in the pit of his stomach at the thought of the vulnerability he knew he would feel, but surely Remus would have felt worse.
His lust dimmed slightly, Sirius leaned down and kissed Remus again, but slower this time. Then he pushed and pulled and grunted until Remus was lying on top of him, looking down with a soft, questioning gaze.
"Know where to put what?", Sirius grinned, hoping his nerves didn't show.
Remus arched an elegant eyebrow in the way only he could and smirked, "I've got a fair idea".
He sat up and looked down at Sirius, smiling at first and then his brow furrowed in apprehension.
"Are you sure you want that?"
Sirius gazed up at him, amazed by Remus' ability to constantly know what was going through his mind. He was nervous and Remus had seemed to pick up on it but he was also intensely curious and wanted to try this. He knew Remus would never intentionally cause him pain and that they could stop if he found that he didn't want to do it. Wimping out now though was not an option.
"Yeah, go ahead", he assured Remus, trying to sound sure and steady.
Remus didn't look very convinced but he nodded and bit his lip as he trailed his fingers up Sirius' legs. He flicked Sirius another look that seemed to be asking for permission, to which Sirius almost imperceptibly nodded, before parting Sirius' legs at the knees.
Sirius felt his heartbeat speed up considerably and he carefully studied the peeling paint on the ceiling, feeling his cheeks flush bright red. He knew Remus was watching him carefully but he couldn't meet his gaze, afraid that if he did he would either be unable to see this through or burst out into nervous laughter. But Remus was patient and gentle, catching the new mood that seemed to have settled on Sirius; less frantically lustful and more understanding and patient. He stroked Sirius' skin lightly, hands exploring slowly, over his chest, his stomach, his sides, his legs, returning frequently to his inner thighs and gradually becoming more insistent. Remus' hand took hold of Sirius' cock, and stroked, making Sirius arch of the bed as his breath caught in his chest. Remus' hand did not linger long however, moving down to cup Sirius' balls, rolling and fondling them gently, eyes bright as he watched Sirius squirm and groan desperately. Slowly, very slowly, he allowed his hand to slip down further, pushing into the cleft between Sirius' cheeks, pressing and probing until he found what he was looking for. Sirius bit his lip and raised his knees, spreading his legs further to allow Remus greater access.
Could it be that he was actually...really wanting this? The way Remus had been touching him before had made it so that he could imagine nothing but pleasure, making him think that this would surely feel great too.
And then Remus was touching him there, gently rubbing over the puckered entrance and Sirius found himself holding his breath again.
It was an enticing feeling, Remus' touch soft and lightly tantalizing but nowhere near satisfying and Sirius was surprised to feel himself physically aching deep inside to feel more, to feel Remus inside of him. But Remus seemed intent on not rushing this, continuing the frustratingly slow, little movements until Sirius found himself pushing forward slightly in an attempt to take the finger inside himself, but to no avail because Remus stubbornly persisted with the light touches.
"Merlin, Remus, are you trying to fuck me or tickle me?", Sirius ground out after a while, frustrated and impatient.
Remus snickered at Sirius' impatience, relieved that this was working and that Sirius' nervousness seemed to be rapidly disappearing.
"You won't be saying such a ridiculous thing after I've had my way with you", he promised, teasing.
"Good. Now hurry up, I'm not made of glass, you know".
"Patience, I don't want this to hurt you", Remus murmured, ignoring Sirius' derisive snort as he removed his hand to summon oil from the kitchen.
He hadn't done this before but he could feel that Sirius was too dry to just take him like that. He knew that the cooking oil probably wasn't the best thing to use but it was all Remus could think of and that was good enough, considering that a lot of his blood was concentrated in a southerly direction to his brain at that moment.
Sirius raised his eyebrows at the bottle of cooking oil that whizzed towards them but if he was bothered by the lack of finesse, he didn't say anything. In fact, he seemed rendered speechless as Remus coated his fingers in the oil and placed them back at Sirius' entrance. Remus rubbed his finger over the entrance again and when it was covered in the slimy oil, he pushed the tip of one finger into Sirius' body. He could see Sirius' concentration on his face as he fought to keep himself open and relaxed but when Remus pushed in to the first knuckle, his face pinched and contorted in discomfort.
"You okay?", Remus whispered, hating how strained and anxious his voice sounded.
Sirius nodded and attempted a roguish grin, "Course I am. Keep going".
Remus obeyed reluctantly, pushing the finger in further as slowly and gently as he could. When all of it was in, he moved it around, exploring and stretching his new lover. As he bent his finger upwards, he unwittingly brushed against something deep inside Sirius. In response, Sirius' whole body tensed and he instinctively drew his knees up further, a loud, guttural moan escaping him.
Remus paused, wondering what had happened when Sirius groaned, "Fuck, that feels amazing, do it again".
Remus repeated the action, curling his finger upwards and probing around until he felt a bump under his finger. Again, Sirius groaned, cursing as his body greedily clamped down on Remus' finger, a shot of white-hot pleasure racing up his spine.
Remus carefully studied Sirius' face, unable to take his eyes away from the writhing figure before him. He wasn't sure what was going on inside Sirius that was making it so pleasurable but he was glad of it.
"What does it feel like?", he murmured curiously, continuing to rub against the little bump, eager to see Sirius' reaction again.
"I don't know but it's fucking...good." Sirius groaned between moans and gasps, "Kind of like something hot going up my back...oh fuck...almost like...ah...like a miniature orgasm".
Remus was intrigued and wanted to explore this new development further but he had to stop; he didn't know how much longer Sirius could last if he kept that up. Sirius made a whimpering sound when Remus removed his finger but it was soon replaced with two freshly oiled fingers. Remus stretched Sirius for as long as he could before removing those two fingers as well, hurriedly spilling some oil on his cock and coating it liberally.
He held his cock in position at Sirius' entrance with one hand while with the other, he pushed some of Sirius' long hair aside to support himself on his hand next to Sirius' head. He was about to ask if Sirius was ready when Sirius grumbled, "Fuck, Remus, hurry up, I'm dieing here".
Remus laughed breathlessly, feeling much the same way. He held his breath as he pushed the head of his cock into Sirius' body, allowing his eyes to flutter closed as waves of pleasure washed over him. He wanted to push in further, his body and temporarily vacant mind screaming for more, but he knew he had to wait for Sirius to adjust. When he saw Sirius' features relax a bit, he pushed in further, almost to the hilt before pausing again, sweat dripping down his face in the effort it took not to ravage Sirius completely. Finally he was all the way in and he felt like he couldn't breathe. Sirius was so tight and warm and smooth and...holy fuck, it felt so good. He groaned, shutting his eyes tight in an attempt not to just thrust mindlessly and come before making it any good for Sirius. Sirius squirmed against him and Remus' eyes flew open, looking down at the amazing man beneath him, hoping he wasn't causing him pain.
"You feel a lot bigger than you look, you know", Sirius commented simply, widening his legs a bit more to allow Remus more room.
Remus let out a burst of breathless laughter, relieved as well as amused.
"You saying I don't look big enough, Mister Padfoot?", he teased, leering down at him.
Sirius grinned back, shaking his head adamantly, "No, no, you're certainly big enough for me".
Remus chuckled, leaning down to kiss Sirius' chest absently, preparing himself to start moving.
He started with little thrusts, easing them both into a rhythm. He vaguely felt Sirius' long legs wrapping around his body to push heels into his back and spur him on, and he grinned down at him. Sirius wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and they both erupted into a fit of chuckles, Remus collapsing, resting his head on Sirius' chest as laughter rumbled from the solid body beneath him and also from himself. Regaining control of himself, he sped up his thrusts, knowing he was getting somewhere when long fingers tangled in his hair, pulling roughly as Sirius groaned. He pulled Sirius' hips up against his own to get a better angle, so that some of Sirius' back wasn't even touching the bed. This angle seemed to work because Sirius threw his head back against the pillow and made one of the most beautiful sounds Remus had ever heard. He kept going, trying to hit the same spot that was making Sirius writhe and moan and swear, somehow making words like, 'fuck', and 'bloody motherfucking hell' sound like beautiful prayers. His voice was breathless, his breaths coming in loud gasps and his eyes were almost closed in bliss, mouth wide open as he cried out meaningless words amongst the intelligible ones. Remus gazed at Sirius in wonder, feeling himself speed up considerably at the truly orgasmic sight.
"You're amazing, so fucking amazing", he whispered reverently into Sirius' heaving, sweaty chest.
Swears and the odd utterance of his name was the only response he got, Remus barely noticing that Sirius was starting to get louder, although he certainly felt Sirius' hands roaming all over him, gripping and pulling, encouraging him to go faster, move deeper. Sweat droplets rolled down his back, the sunlight streaming into the room not helping with the heat that seemed to be emanating from deep inside of him as he moved faster.
He felt Sirius' sweaty hand slither between their rocking bodies and groaned as he felt the rythymic tugging movements that told him Sirius was pulling on his own cock as he was starting to approach climax. He was sure he wouldn't be able to last another minute like this and he reckoned that Sirius was on the brink too, so he rocked his hips a little faster and harder, rythym gone completely.
Remus saw Sirius' climax in his expression moments before he felt it. Sirius' eyes glazed over and his face contorted beautifully as he let out one last ecstatic cry, body arching and pushing and sliding against Remus' as his body tensed. Seeing and feeling that...and Sirius' body contracting around him, brutally choking his climax from him, Remus couldn't hold it back any more. White hot pleasure surged up his spine, into his brain and he desperately grasped Sirius' hips firmly to keep himself grounded as he was taken to another world. A few more thrusts and he groaned loud and deep, jerking forward and sinking his teeth into Sirius' shoulder to stifle his short scream while also indulging in an unbearably strong wolfish instinct.
A couple of seconds later and he was flopped over Sirius' chest in exhaustion and complete satisfaction, both of their chests rising and falling rapidly in exertion and their hearts beating frantically.
Remus slowly released Sirius' shoulder from his sharp teeth, looking down at the teeth marks with slight feelings of shame and embarrassment mixing unpleasantly with the afterglow of his orgasm. He shouldn't have bitten him like that; he'd given into his wolfish desires and shown who – what – he truly was. But then Sirius was grinning up at him like the cat that had got the cream and was pulling him down for a brilliant post-magnificent-amazing-sex-snog. And Remus forgot to worry about being a werewolf, he forgot to worry about what other werewolves would think and forgot about the war and danger and the fear and could only be immensely thankful that this – what they had here – was his and nothing could take this moment away.
Ever.
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Okay, so I finished that off a little hastily, but it was good, no? ;P
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