With Benefits

Sirius' thumb was broad and calloused, oiled and pushing into him with a wet, dirty glide. First knuckle. Thickening. Second knuckle. Stop.

Remus panted, breath dampening his pillow. 'Hurry the fuck up, Sirius.' He could feel the rough press of Sirius' palm against his perineum, the tips of Sirius' fingers just brushing his balls.

'Tut tut, Mr Lupin. Patience.' Remus could hear the smirk in Sirius' voice; Sirius loved him like this, on all fours in the heavy, curtained warmth of his dormitory bed, head lowered and arse raised, open.

'Padfoot's right, you know.' This from James, who was lounging against the headboard with his trousers still on, although his interest in the proceedings was rather obvious. 'You're supposed to be the patient one.'

James grinned, and Remus huffed. 'You try being patient with a thumb up your arse.'

'Not my thing, thanks.'

'That's right.' Sirius moved his thumb in firm little circles, just within the anus' outer ring. Remus felt as though he were being opened, slowly, by each corkscrew twist: little Jack Horner, but Sirius was most definitely not a good boy. 'You're chasing skirts now.'

'Just one, actually.'

Remus looked up to see James wearing a strange, secret smile--but then Sirius crooked his thumb again, and Remus jerked his hips. 'Sirius...' How the fuck could they talk over him like that, when he was naked on the bed between them?

'Right, right.' Sirius chuckled and pulled out his thumb--replacing it with his fingers, two this time, a longer, sweeter depth. He started fucking Remus' arse with them, just as thorough as he'd been with his thumb, and Remus sighed in appreciation.

'You look gorgeous like this, you know.' James started unbuckling his belt with leisurely hands, unbuttoning his trousers and slipping them off. His underwear, stretched tight over his erection, was the next to go. 'You look like you want to be fucked at both ends.'

Both ends. Remus found himself staring at James' cock, the straight, familiar length of it, circumcised like Sirius was. His hips were moving now, back onto the thrust of Sirius' fingers, and he could feel the tight ache of his erection much too far above the sheets for relief, the hot shadow of it against his stomach. Not-quite-touching. 'Please,' he whispered, and his mouth flooded with saliva as James' cock twitched.

'Oh, Moony does love a cock in his mouth. And arse. You just love cocks, don't you, Remus?' Sirius pushed in another finger--oh, tight press of knuckles--and Remus moaned.

'That he does.' James was moving forward on his knees now, his cock too hard to bob, although it did dip slightly. He curled his fingers in Remus' hair, gently, and Remus raised his head. 'Look at him. So hard. So loud. Good thing we've got our silencing charms, eh?'

'Just put your fucking cock in my mouth,' Remus growled, and James' grin grew even wider.

'My, he does like it.' James stroked his cock a few times, the clasp of his hand comfortable and familiar--and then he was gripping the base, targeting it, catching his breath as it brushed Remus' lips.

'Yeah,' whispered Remus, and felt Sirius' fingers still in him as though Sirius were too distracted by the sight--the sight of his best mate pushing into Remus' mouth, Remus' lips stretching and stretching and stretching, James' cock disappearing inch by gleaming inch.

'Fuck,' Sirius hissed, and pulled his fingers out as James looked up and smiled--and Remus would have loved to turn and look at Sirius' face, to see what was making James smile like that, but his mouth was full of the smooth, pulsing heat of James' cock. Fuck me, Remus thought, fuck--

'You're so wet,' James gasped, hands tightening on Remus' head--hips moving slightly, pushing just a little deeper, shuddering as Remus moaned around him. 'You want more, don't you? You want more, you slut.'

Remus' cock jerked; he used to blush horribly when James called him that, but now it made him harder than ever. That's how James sounded when he was still being tender, when he was still moving in and out of Remus' mouth as though it were made of silk, hot silk that might tear at the slightest force--but that's also how James sounded before he fucked Remus hard, before he made damned sure that Remus swallowed his come because he was too deep down Remus' throat for Remus to do anything else. This was how James sounded while he could still speak, as though he wanted to get everything out, every dirty word in his mind, before he lost the capacity to think in words altogether.

'Yeah, he's going to fuck you,' Sirius said, sliding gentle fingers between Remus' balls, lifting and playing with them. 'You know he's going to fuck you. That's why you're moaning, isn't it?'

That only served to make Remus moan again. He felt his jaw stretch as James pushed further in, still gentle, still considerate--his fingers moving from Remus' hair to Remus' face, smoothing over eyebrow and cheekbone and chin, over the bulge of his own cock against Remus' cheek, over Remus' lips just where they swallowed him. 'Wet as a woman's cunt,' said James softly, almost wonderingly. 'So hot, Moony.'

It was then that Sirius' fingers returned to Remus' arse--parting it, holding him open, and Remus realised that Sirius must have oiled himself up by now. That image: Sirius rolling Remus' balls with one hand and stroking himself with the other, watching James fuck Remus' mouth, made Remus' blood heat and his pulse sing. Fuck me. He pushed his hips backwards, urging Sirius on--yeah, James was right, he was a slut, he did need two cocks in him. His hole flexed wetly, warm and slick with oil, a little mouth as hungry to eat Sirius' cock as Remus was for James'. He heard Sirius catch his breath and realised that Sirius must have seen it, his anus twitching like that, eager and glistening with lube. In me. In me nownownow.

'Whore,' groaned Sirius hoarsely, his voice much deeper than it had been before--and James thrust into Remus' mouth as if to prove it, as if to say, Yeah, so why don't you try him out?

Then Sirius was pushing into him--slow as James had been, but the first stretch of it, just breaching him, still made his eyes sting at the pain. He gasped around James' cock, feeling his body shake--but James' hands were caressing his shoulders now, rubbing in warm circles, and James was murmuring things like you can take it, you can take it, come on Moony, come on you little whore.

There, there, there--Sirius in him, entering him, wide and blunt and hot, filling him up until Remus could feel every inch of Sirius sliding inside him, against him, forcing him open until Remus thought he would break. It wasn't until Remus did break, arching his back and whining around James' prick, that Sirius stopped--too deep to go any further, balls heavy and damp against Remus' arse.

Full. So full. Remus found himself panting, slurping around James' cock.

Move, he wanted to beg, move. But he couldn't, not with his mouth full--so he moaned again, flicking his tongue against James' slit as though urging James to speak for him.

'Move, Sirius,' James gasped; James understood his message, good James, sweet James, and Remus sucked at him in gratitude.

Sirius started moving. Friction with a film of oil; Remus felt himself heat at it, from the inside out, Sirius lighting him like a match; skin starting to bead with sweat, face flushing, sheets growing damp in the clench of his hands.

The thrusts were slow at first, rocking Remus gently--and Remus thought he could get used to this, this cradle of motion between Padfoot and Prongs, the sliding of one cock out of him replaced by the filling of another--a continuous cycle of hunger and satiation, never-ending, stoking the fire in Remus' belly to ever-greater heights. 'Yeah,' he heard Sirius panting, 'Yeah, Moony.'

'Good, isn't he?' James' hands slid to Remus' hair again, settling there once more--curling a little tighter this time, fiercer, pulling Remus onto his cock. Mine. 'Bet he's--fuck--tight as he was the first time.'

'Fuck.' Sirius thrust in faster, rough palms sliding up and down Remus' sides, fingers brushing Remus' nipples before digging into his ribs. 'Fuck, yeah, he is.'

'He's so hard.' James was breathless now--moving to match Sirius' pace, fucking Remus' mouth in quick, mindless shoves. 'Can you smell him? Sharp as a bitch in heat?'

'Yeah.' Sirius' hand sneaked around to Remus' cock, sliding up to pinch lightly at the moist, sensitive tip. 'He's leaking. Dripping all over the sheets.'

'Dirty boy.' James fucked Remus harder, sweeter, precome collecting under Remus' tongue, slicking the roof of his mouth. 'What will the house-elves say?'

'They'll call him a whore.'

'That's right. A proper little whore, begging for pricks to fill his hole.'

Sirius curved his fist, moving Remus' foreskin back in a slick, slippery slide--so much slower than his cock was in Remus' arse, so much cruelly slower, baring Remus' glans to the shivering air. His balls slapped Remus' arse. 'Such a good whore. So wet for us. Do you know how wet you are, Remus? Can you feel it?' He jerked Remus' prick hard, suddenly, pressing a sharp nail into the slit.

Remus bucked, feeling his balls tighten and his prick jump as he nearly bit down on James' cock--but then Sirius let go, too soon, too soon, and Remus whimpered at the loss.

James dug his fingers into Remus' scalp. 'I think our slut wants to come, Padfoot. Should we let him come?'

'When he's earned it,' Sirius growled. 'Only then.' He began to fuck Remus in earnest, bracing both hands on Remus' hips now, gripping them and angling straight for Remus' prostate--stabbing it quick, savage thrusts until Remus felt he would die at it, combust at it, seeing nothing but white sparks behind his closed eyes. James groaned as Remus' mouth was forced down his cock at Sirius' every thrust--and he started to repay the favour, thrusting back so that Sirius returned the rebound, so that Sirius rocked Remus forward again. Suddenly everything was a spinning spiral of fucking: James' fingers so tight in Remus' hair that they burned, Remus' prick slapping against his stomach at Sirius' every thrust, the back of his throat aching as James slammed against it, his balls bouncing until they hurt.

'Don't you come yet,' hissed Sirius, 'don't you dare fucking come,' and then one of his hands left Remus' hips again, darting down to grasp the base of Remus' cock tightly, almost painfully, cruel as a vise.

'Mmmph!' Remus protested, writhing on Sirius' cock--but Sirius didn't let him come, only gripping tighter, fucking harder. Sweat slicked their bodies until Remus could smell it on the air, heavy and smothering--until he could taste it, musk dark under the bitter tang of precome. It wasn't until Sirius thrust especially hard, almost forcing Remus off his knees, that James' prick suddenly slipped in, deep past Remus' gag reflex, bending as it slid into Remus' throat.

'Fuck!' James shouted, a sudden burst of come flooding Remus' throat--and then another, and then another, balls slapping wetly against Remus' chin as James' hips jerked again and again. He seemed to be trying to climb inside Remus entirely, pushing until Remus couldn't breathe at all--but there was no helping it, and Remus swallowed everything, each salty, thick surge of it, until James pulled his cock free and left Remus gulping for air.

'Good,' James was gasping, 'so good...' And then he was sliding under Remus' body, until his face was under Remus', and he pulled Remus in for a kiss.

Sirius' thrusts became shallower, faster; it was only James under him, holding his arms, that kept him steady. Sirius was gasping silently now, and he seemed to have forgotten anything but his need to come--his hand slipped from Remus' cock, back to Remus' hip again, holding Remus still for his last few, pounding thrusts.

'Come for us,' James whispered against Remus' chapped, swollen mouth; reaching down to close damp fingers around Remus' prick, stroking once. 'Come--'

That was all it took for Remus to arch, as much as he could under Sirius' thrusts, and come in sudden, hot jerks all over James' belly--crying out into James' mouth, hearing James moan in response.

Remus didn't have time--he never did--for an afterglow, because Sirius came shortly after, into Remus' still-convulsing channel; snapping his hips forward until Remus could feel it, each jet of come filling him until Remus was wet and slippery inside, Sirius not stopping until he'd emptied himself altogether, at which point he collapsed on top of Remus' back, panting, and James let out an 'Oof!' as the weight of two bodies dropped onto him like lead.

No one moved for several minutes.

It was only later, with Sirius' softening cock still inside him, wet and cooling and wonderfully filthy, that Remus managed to stir.

'Padfoot?' he murmured, limbs already heavy with the need for rest, neck cricked, voice rasping, arse sore--but Sirius didn't stir, his chest pressed hot and sweaty all along Remus' back, his mouth open against Remus' neck. 'Pads?'

'Think he's passed out again,' James mumbled from under him--and then he was pushing them off--both of them--with a much put-upon grunt of effort.

Remus rolled over, catching Sirius before he went over the edge of bed--pulling him closer and wrapping his arms around him, shushing Sirius quietly when he began to stir.

'Such a pair of lovebirds,' James muttered, and Remus glanced over at him, hazy-eyed and lax.

'Can join us if you want,' he rasped, and James snorted as he did just that--curling behind Remus, throwing a long leg over Remus' hip and, it appeared, the lower half of Sirius' arse.

'Blokes don't snuggle,' James said, conveniently not mentioning how he'd spooned with Lily just the other night--but he got no answer from either of his friends, because it appeared that Remus and Sirius had already fallen asleep. Without bothering to cast any cleaning spells.

Hmmm. Staying awake wasn't something blokes did, either. Grateful for not having to talk this time, about feelings or hygiene or anything else, James buried his nose in the warm curve of Remus' shoulder and drifted off as well.