"OhGodohGodohGodohGodoh…"
Poor Remus, Sirius thinks as he massages Remus's erection with his tender fingers, the fun hasn't even begun yet…
It had only been a week since these two eighteen-year-olds had shared this experience, but it seemed longer than a lifetime. Sirius had been off doing work for Dumbledore in Wales, but he'd been called back sooner than expected after he'd discovered deeper dealings with the Death Eaters than Dumbledore had thought. Aurors with more experience than Sirius were sent in to do the dirty work, while Sirius was sent back home.
Although this was the last thing on Sirius's mind at the moment.
The only thing he was thinking was love for his Remus, nothing but love, nothing but love, nothing but love...
"Oh God, Siri… don't stop, don't ever stop…" Sirius looks up at Remus's deep brown, shining eyes.
"Prepare for your God of Love, dear," he murmurs throatily, as he sinks his fingers into Remus's warm flesh on his abdomen and thigh. He moves his mouth closer and closer to Remus's sex, enjoying the look of utter ecstasy on his lover's face. Finally, his lips make contact, and Remus shudders with pleasure. The lips move up and down, up and down, but never touching the tip. After a few moments, though, Sirius can't stand it—Remus's fingers twining through his shaggy black hair and his throaty moans are too much. Sirius encompasses his mouth around Remus and moves down… down… down, until his entire length is in his throat. Remus's cry just hurdles him higher, as he works his way up again, then down, then up… slower, then faster… then faster.
Remus is trying to hold out as long as possible, to try to prolong the intense shockwaves shooting through him as long as he can, but after a few minutes he just can't stand it. He lets himself go in Sirius's mouth and nearly screams with joy. What comes out is a deep, loud cry of his lover's name. He throws his head from side to side on the pillow and arches his back against the mattress as he moans:
"OhSiriusSiriusSiriusSiriusSiriusSiriusOHGODSiriusSIRIUS!"
With the last utterance of Sirius's name, Remus's voice cracks and he ends with an unintelligible cry.
Sirius's own erection has been growing during this time, stirred on by Remus's sexier-than-hell bedroom voice. He manipulates Remus faster and faster, his tongue massaging his length with no thought but lovelovelove and the delight of making his Remus feel this way. When Remus releases his come into Sirius's mouth, Sirius thinks that nothing on Earth ever tasted so good.
Remus collapses back on the bed in exhaustion, still curling his fingers in Sirius's disheveled hair as Sirius raises his head. Their eyes meet, sending another shock of pleasure through both of them. Nothing could ever look as good as him, they both are thinking.
Sirius crawls up to lie next to Remus, their naked bodies entwined in a tired, though loving embrace. They lie speechless for a while; Remus catching his breath and Sirius relishing the lingering taste of his lover on his tongue. After a few minutes, Remus opens his eyes and gazes at Sirius's heavy-lidded eyes.
"My turn, love," he says. Sirius grins at him.
"I love you so much,"
Nothing but love.
