Puppy Love
Sirius and Remus prompts/drabbles
by Jankz
Rating: M
Warnings: Sexy Stocking-Clad Remus, turned on Sirius, christmas!present-smex? X)
Era: Marauder, year 6
A/N1: Who didn't see this coming? Pervert at heart made me do this. Hm. Are there any remus!stockingclad fics out there? That would be amazing! X)
A/N2: The scene is in their designated rooms, with the curtains drawn and good ol' silencing spell by Remus-dear. James and Peter must love Remus for that.
Prompt: Christmas Special #2: Stockings
Disclaimer: Do not own Harry Potter
Sirius felt his heart stop. This was just too sexy. Remus was in his bed, tawny hair messy atop his head, cheeks deeply flushed a pretty cherry red, and in a very ravishing Christmas outfit.
Remus wore a white button up dress shirt, a red sweater vest over it neatly. It seemed Remus-like until Sirius' eyes had trailed down. And oh, what a right gorgeous view that was.
Pale, lean legs (but not too lean) were spread open, a skirt adoring Remus' waist loosely and extremely low. It showed off most of his navel, and Sirius could almost water at the bulge that wasn't quite so well hidden beneath the red white fur trimmed mini skirt. But that wasn't the best part. Red, soft as snow stockings were hiked up Remus' legs at mid-thigh, leaving the rest of his thigh revealed until the excuse-for-a-skirt covered Remus' bits. A cautious hand slid up Remus' leg, pressing a hot spot behind the werewolf boys' knee. Remus gasped lightly, head tilting back. A cross between a whine and a whimper came from Sirius (which he would forever deny when brought up) and his fingers began to tug the right leg stocking down, Sirius' head dipping down to leave a trail of wet kissed with every inch of exposed skin.
Remus was giving breathy little moans, fingers moving from the bedspread and curling in Sirius' long, black hair. When the stocking was off Sirius flung it like a slingshot out of his bed, Remus shivering with anticipation. Teasingly Sirius' fingers crawled up Remus' other leg, but Sirius didn't go slow like he did with the previous leg; he ripped the stocking off and placed his mouth on Remus' thigh, nipping and biting and marking his lover. Remus was arching and trembling, an incoherent string of words escaping his lips with every suckle. Sirius was getting dangerously close to his erection Remus was nearly sobbing with the lack of sexual release.
Sirius pulled away, causing Remus to groan in want. "Sirius, get on with it…" he breathed.
Sirius hovered over the boy, leaning down to kiss those desirable lips of his. Teeth clacked and tongues met eagerly before Sirius pulled away, a string of salvia connecting them. Bringing a hand across his mouth, Sirius shook his head. "I'm going to make this Christmas present last." Sirius grinned as his left hand cupped the prominent bulge of Remus' skirt, the werewolf whining pleasurably and bucking his hips into the touch. The pureblood pulled his hand away, massaging Remus' bare thigh.
Remus 'humph'd. "You're a right git, you know?"
"I know." Sirius smiled, placing a kiss on Remus' nose.
