The first time she blew him, it was in the library of headquarters during the Order's holiday party.
They'd been shagging for a few months now; it was definitely more than just shagging, but Tonks wasn't quite sure what they were calling it. In all actuality, they were dating; but she knew that using that exact term might freak Remus out, and she was content to take things at his pace for now. It was only really that specific label that was missing, and Tonks had never cared much for labels anyway.
They acted like they were dating. They spent nearly all of their free time together; lots of it was spent keeping Sirius company at headquarters, but they managed to find plenty of time alone just for talking or working and reading in companionable silence with each other. Sometimes, if it had been a long day, he'd meet her at her flat after work, often bearing a container or two from her favorite takeaway spot; they'd sit on her sofa and eat together while Tonks told him about her day at work and Remus made her laugh with some anecdote about some ridiculous theory Sirius had about Buckbeak's rat preferences or a strange encounter with Mundungus in a dark corner of headquarters. At least half of the Order had seemed to have cottoned on to the fact that there was something going on between them; Remus surprisingly didn't seem to mind too much, and he even seemed pleased if only slightly embarrassed when Molly took to ensuring that they always had seats next to each other at the dinner table, or when Kingsley winked at them as he read their names out as being paired together for a shift on the duty roster. She'd even told him he could call her Dora; it had popped into her head one night, and she wasn't sure why, but it had just seemed right. She'd found that she didn't even really mind her name when he said it anymore, not really. And so she thought she'd save him the trouble of pronouncing at least two of the troublesome syllables, and she had to admit she rather liked the way it sounded coming from Remus. He only called her Dora when they were alone, and usually during sex. She suspected he enjoyed the intimacy of it.
And they had sex; lots of sex. They had rough sex, like the first time they'd slept with each other; they had slower, more sensual sex; and sometimes they just laid on the bed together and snogged like teenagers, hands roaming everywhere. Remus proved to be an attentive lover; after the frenzied, hurried passion of their first time, while he'd seemed a bit embarrassed the first few times after that regarding how out-of-practice he was, he was quick to learn what she liked. And Tonks secretly thought that the fact that she was so vocal during sex, even if most of the things she said made him blush, was a confidence-booster.
There was one thing she'd noticed fairly early on, however. He was enthusiastic about going down on her, something she would never complain about; he was slightly better with his mouth than his fingers, but she still greatly enjoyed what he could do with his hands, and he'd made her come with his fingers several times now. When it came to shagging, he enjoyed missionary, which she also enjoyed; the weight of his body on top of hers, the intimacy of his skin pressed against hers, and the ability to kiss and make eye contact had always been arousing for her. He enjoyed having her on top as well, which was usually her favorite; though he'd been a bit embarrassed the first few times she rode him at how quickly she could make him come, he was finally accepting of the fact that it was something she rather took pride in instead of thinking it a letdown. There were some days when they'd have sleepy morning sex laying on their sides in the bed, him thrusting slowly into her from behind; she especially liked the way he gently kissed her neck and played with her nipples when they fucked like this.
They'd been having lots of sex, and Remus was always surprisingly open to trying different things; however, the one thing she'd noticed was that he never seemed keen on her going down on him. The first time she'd tried, she'd started to kiss her way down his chest; she got to his belly before he realized where she was headed, and he'd gently pulled her head back up to kiss her so intensely that she just about forgot what she had been intending to do in the first place. Another time, he was sitting on the edge of the bed with her straddling his lap while they kissed; she could feel his erection straining against his trousers, and so she'd slid off his lap, dropping to her knees between his legs, and reached up for his belt buckle before he grabbed her hands, tugging her gently to her feet. "Oh, no, Tonks, it's okay. You don't have to," he'd murmured. She'd apologized immediately, as she never wanted to push him beyond what he was comfortable with, but then he'd just looked baffled. "You don't have anything at all to be sorry for," he'd added. And so she was a bit confused, considering she could have sworn she'd seen a look of longing flash across his face when she'd first reached up to undo his fly, before he'd stopped her.
And so she decided to simply ask him. One late night, they were in his room at headquarters; they'd been snogging quite a bit, long, gentle, exploratory kisses while laying back against his pillows, both of them fully clothed still. "Remus," Tonks murmured as his lips moved away from hers to mouth gently at the spot below her ear he knew she liked. "Can I ask you something?"
He drew back immediately. "Of course."
"Don't - it's nothing bad. I'm just wondering. And I'm not saying this because - I don't want you to feel pressured into anything, alright? I'm just curious -"
"Tonks, it's okay," he said gently. "What is it?"
"How come you never want me to suck you off?"
His eyebrows shot up; he seemed genuinely taken aback by the question. "Oh. Erm...I just...why do you ask? Is that - is that something you'd...enjoy doing?"
"Yes," she replied earnestly. "I would. But I mean, only if you'd actually want me to. It's just that the last time I sort of tried, you said 'you don't have to.' I don't - the last thing I want is for you to think that I'm doing it out of obligation, you know. The thought of having your cock in my mouth genuinely turns me on." He blushed now. "And it seems like the idea of it turns you on too, but you keep stopping me because you feel guilty or something."
He looked almost thoughtful now. "I just...well, I've never...it's just never been done to me before by a...it's not been something I've ever felt comfortable asking for."
"Really? Never?"
"Well - not by a woman," he replied, looking a tiny bit embarrassed now. "And not - er - it was only from one person, really. And a long time ago, at that."
That was another conversation that had gone surprisingly smoothly; she'd known he'd been with both men and women, but when he disclosed to her that he and Sirius had used to have something between them, he'd looked terrified that this bit of information would finally be the dealbreaker that would have her run away screaming. But when she'd cracked a joke about how this only showed that at least a few members of the Black family had good taste in men, the tension had immediately melted from his face and he'd grinned at her.
"It's just...I never was with anyone...well, Sirius was really the only person I've been with - before you, I mean - who knew I was a werewolf from the start, and who - who truly understood what that meant." He flushed. "I couldn't ask someone who didn't...who didn't know what I am -"
"Who you are," she corrected automatically. He rolled his eyes, but his lips quirked into a small smile as he continued.
"I couldn't ask someone who wasn't...I never quite felt comfortable asking someone to touch me like that." She knew he'd had a few flings, if they could even be called that, in the past; he'd confided in her that a lot of his sexual experience over the past ten or so years was regrettably forgettable and brief, and many of these encounters had been few and far between.
"Is it something you would want to do? Again, no pressure, so you can be honest if you don't. Or if you do."
"I just..." He looked unsure now. "Are you sure it's something - I mean, you're not just saying this because you feel guilty or like it's expected of you, right?"
"Of course not, Remus. I'm asking because I genuinely want to do it. I enjoy seeing you enjoy yourself, I enjoy getting you off, I enjoy your cock." He snorted. "I think it would be hot to blow you, and if it's something you'd like, I would love to do so."
He seemed to ponder it for a moment longer, then nodded. "I - I maybe would like that. Not tonight, but just..."
"Whenever you want," she reassured him. "Whenever you're ready. No pressure, alright? And if you decide you're not comfortable with it, we don't have to do it. It's all up to you."
And as had been happening rather often lately, whenever one of them opened up to the other about something personal or vulnerable, the sex somehow felt better than ever afterwards, and Tonks was glad in more ways than one that she had brought the topic up.
They hadn't broached it again until the night of the holiday party. She was in the entryway by the cloak rack, digging around in her cloak pocket for her tube of lipstick. As she was swiping it on her lips, Remus came down the stairs; they'd heard a loud crash from one of the upper floors at some point during the party, and he'd offered to go up and ensure that one of the ghouls wasn't causing a huge ruckus.
"There you are," she said brightly. He smiled at her as he came down off the last step, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on her tip-toes to kiss him. "I feel as if I've hardly seen you all evening."
"Yes, the twins have been quite commanding of my attention," he said apologetically. "They have some - er - ideas that they've been seeking opinions on." He ran a hand gently through her hair, a deep burgundy tonight in trying to keep with the festivities, and with lipstick to match. "Which, as entertaining as they are, is also a shame because I haven't gotten a chance to tell you how beautiful you look tonight."
She grinned. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Professor." He kissed her again, more deeply this time; she closed her eyes, running her hands through his hair as his tongue swept across her bottom lip.
"Speaking of," he murmured against her lips, "before anyone sees their former professor snogging in the hallway and suffers irreparable damage from the sight..." She felt a brief flash of disappointment as he pulled away, but it was quickly replaced by a thrill of pleasure as he took her hand and gently tugged her into the library. "Perhaps we should take this somewhere slightly more private." He shut and locked the door behind them, turning to give her a rather boyish grin. "If you don't mind me stealing you away from the party for a few moments."
"Not at all," she replied breathlessly, taking him by the hand and leading him over to the sofa nearest to the fireplace before pushing him down onto the cracked leather. "As long as you make it worth my while, that is."
"I'll see what I can do," he said, smiling up at her as she slowly and carefully straddled him, willing herself not to knee him in any sensitive areas, as she was unfortunately wont to do at the worst times. She managed to settle into his lap without incident and leaned in to kiss him, but he gently stopped her with a hand cupped to her cheek. "I'd hate to smudge this lovely lipstick you're wearing," he teased, brushing his thumb across her lips. "This color really does suit you, by the way."
"Smudge-proof," she said, then she parted her lips slightly to suck his thumb into her mouth. His eyes widened, and he swallowed as she swirled her tongue around the tip of his thumb. She released it with a soft pop, and as she shifted in his lap, she felt him grow hard. "Someone liked that," she murmured into his ear, nipping lightly at his earlobe.
He cleared his throat, his ears reddening slightly. She smirked; seeing how flustered she could get him would never get old. "As I told you, you're looking quite beautiful tonight, Nymphadora," he managed, voice cracking slightly as she rolled her hips against his. She immediately repeated the motion, relishing the friction between them, and she let out a quiet moan as she did so. His hands flew up to grip her hips, his fingertips pressing into the thin band of skin exposed above the waistband of her skirt as the hem of her shirt rode up.
"How long do you think we can stay away from the party?" she asked with slight difficulty; it was becoming extremely hard to concentrate on any intelligible thought as Remus was now kissing her neck, his lips moving softly and teasingly in the way he knew she liked.
"Long enough," he mumbled against her skin. In all honesty, Tonks was quickly finding it harder and harder to care whether or not the others noticed they were missing; and even if she had cared, she had a sneaking suspicion that the one person who would definitely notice, Sirius, would be the one person they could count on to cover for them. She was more worried that this would make Remus anxious, but he didn't seem at all concerned as one of his hands now found its way under her shirt to palm gently at her breast. She was grateful for the skimpy, lacy excuse for a bra she had chosen to wear this evening, as Remus easily managed to slip his fingers underneath the elastic band to brush against her nipple; she let out a gasp, and he continued to play with her nipple as it hardened underneath his fingers.
"Good, because I think I - I think I could come from this," she replied, thrusting her hips against his again. She almost felt embarrassed, dry-humping him fully dressed like this, as if they were teenagers; but she had found a good angle and the pressure of his clothed cock against the skimpy barrier of her now damp knickers was sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her belly. Things had been crazy lately as well, and they hadn't been able to see each other for more than a few minutes at a time over the past several days, and so she was feeling rather keyed up at this point. She was vaguely aware of a passing thought that maybe at this point they might as well just go up to his room, but somehow the experience of doing this in the library, in front of the gentle warmth of the fire while a party raged on downstairs, just made everything feel even more intense.
She lowered her face to his now and kissed him deeply, sighing into his mouth as she continued to rock against him. "Oh, god - that actually feels really good -"
"Keep doing that, Dora," he said roughly. His hand moved to grip her hip tightly again, and Tonks was struck by a sudden idea. She reached down to take his hand, bringing it up to her lips and taking his first two fingers into her mouth. His eyes widened again, and he let out a choked noise somewhere between a surprised exclamation and a groan as she stroked his fingers with her tongue.
She continued to grind against him, her hips moving slightly faster now in an attempt to press herself down on him and relieve the ache between her legs. She paused her sucking on his fingers for a moment, still grasping his hand tightly in hers. "Do you like seeing your fingers in my mouth, Remus? Do you like feeling my tongue like that? What if it was your cock? Would you like that?"
"Oh -" he let out a garbled moan at her words, his hips thrusting up against her, sending another surge of arousal through her. She continued to rock against him, kissing him hungrily now, feeling a growing warmth in her core. His hands moved to her ass now, squeezing her and helping guide her frantic movements.
"Fuck - I'm going to come, Remus. Oh, god." She thrust against him one more time, and he pulled her tightly against him as she came, moaning his name against his hair. She relaxed against him only for a moment before pulling back to see him watching her with what looked like slight awe and intense arousal. She grinned at him, still slightly dazed from her orgasm. "All that and you've still got your trousers on."
"I would have pulled you away to the library earlier if I knew that this is what would come of it," he replied, his voice hoarse.
"Well, we're not done yet. It's only fair you get to come now so we can both go back to the party happy," she replied teasingly. She carefully slipped off his lap, giving him a quick peck on the lips before sinking to her knees between his legs. His eyes widened again, which would have almost been comical if it she didn't find it so hot to see him so painfully aroused.
"Oh, Dora, you don't have to -"
"Remember what we talked about, Remus? I know I don't have to do anything, I want to. But only if you want me to." She rested her hands on his legs, squeezing his thighs gently as she looked up at him. "Do you want me to?"
"Erm -" He squeezed his eyes shut briefly, and when he opened them again Tonks was almost struck by the raw longing she saw in them.
"Do you want me to suck your cock, Remus?"
"Yes - yes, please," he finally managed.
She grinned up at him. "I'm glad to hear it, because I've been dying to." She reached up to quickly undo his belt buckle, and he lifted his hips slightly so she could pull his trousers and boxers down over his hips to his ankles. He looked painfully hard, his erection nearly pressing against his belly, and his breath audibly caught in his throat as she shuffled closer and her hand brushed against his cock. "You let me know if you want me to change anything, okay? Or if you want to stop?"
He nodded, looking as if he could barely trust himself to get real words out. "Yes - yes, okay."
She trailed her lips up the inside of his thigh, stretching up to place a gentle kiss on his hip. She glanced up at him as she then trailed the tip of her tongue from the base of his erection to the tip; she saw his eyes flutter closed briefly, and heard a sharp intake of breath as she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, much like she had to his thumb earlier.
"Okay so far?" she murmured, trailing her tongue down the other side of his erection now.
"More than okay," he replied hoarsely. She gave him a small smile, then slowly took him completely into her mouth, until her nose was pressed against his pubic bone. He let out a moan now, hands scrabbling for purchase on the couch cushions as they searched for something to grab. She looked up at him, and waited until he met her eyes to swallow around his cock. He immediately broke eye contact again, squeezing his eyes shut as his hips jerked. "Fuck -"
She started to bob her head up and down; he let out a particularly guttural moan as she started using her tongue on the underside of his cock as she did. She noticed that his hands were twitching slightly as they squeezed the edge of the sofa, as if he wanted to touch her but was afraid to do so. "You can touch me if you want, Remus," she murmured. "You can grab my hair, I like that."
He looked slightly unsure, but brought one of his hands to the back of her head, running his fingers gently through the hair there. She let out a noise of encouragement as she went back to sucking him.
"Fuck, Dora - that feels - that feels really good," he panted, his grip on her hair tightening slightly. She hummed and picked up her speed, still focusing on stroking his the underside of his cock with her tongue as she moved. She noticed his thighs tensing, and his breathing becoming harsher. "Dora, I'm - I'm getting close -"
She pulled back a tiny bit now, switching over to stroking him with her hand while focusing her tongue on the head of his cock. The noises he was making now were rather gratifying, and Tonks made a mental note to try and repeat this many times in the future to thank him for all of the times he'd enthusiastically pleasured her with no expectation of reciprocation.
"Dora - Dora, I'm going to - oh, fuck. Dora, I'm going to come -" She took his entire length into her mouth again now as she looked up at him, and his grip on her hair tightened almost painfully as he moaned. "Oh, god. Fuck." She felt a thrill of pleasure, as she always did, from hearing him swear; his cock pulsed in her mouth as he came in spurts down her throat, his hips jerking slightly. When she finally pulled away, swallowing the last of his come, he was looking at her with heavy-lidded eyes, his cheeks flushed and chest still rising and falling slightly more rapidly than usual as his breathing slowed. He reached down to pull her up to him, and she stood between his legs, leaning down to kiss him.
"How was that?"
"That was - that was very good," he replied.
She flashed a grin at him. "Good enough to want it again sometime?"
"I - yes, I wouldn't complain," he replied, with a small, sheepish smile. He stood now with a quiet grunt, leaning over to pull up his trousers and redo his flies. "You sure that was - you didn't mind that?"
"Remus, I just swallowed your come. Of course I didn't mind that. I quite enjoyed myself, in fact." She pressed another quick kiss to his lips. "And I told you this lipstick was smudge-proof."
He smirked slightly, brushing his thumb over her lips. "Smudge-proof, indeed."
"And now that we've each had our orgasm, we should likely get back to the party. But perhaps we can continue this later."
"I'd like that," he agreed. He glanced at his watch now, wincing. "We should indeed get back to the party. Fair warning, Sirius will have something embarrassing to say, I guarantee it. He'll definitely have noticed we've been gone."
She waved a dismissive hand. "It was worth it. And we've heard worse from him."
"I can't say that you're wrong," he said. He finished buckling his belt, then reached out to smooth her hair where he had mussed it. He leaned down to press another softer, lingering kiss to her lips again. "Thank you, Tonks."
"No need to thank me," she laughed. "I enjoyed all of that just as much as you did, believe me."
"No, I mean..." his face softened, and he looked almost vulnerable now. "I...I always have a lot of fun with you. And you help me...you help me to feel more comfortable with...well, more comfortable with myself. Which is...not an easy feat, as I'm sure you're unfortunately aware. So - thank you."
Tonks felt a small swoop in her stomach at this admission, and she squeezed his hand tightly. "I'm glad, Remus. Because I really like the person that you are, and I want you to like that person, too, yeah? And I always have fun when I'm with you also, by the way." They'd reached the door to the library now, and Tonks reached out to fix the collar of Remus' shirt one last time before they descended back into the kitchen to rejoin their friends. "Think there'll be any sausage rolls left?"
"Considering Molly made enough to feed every family in England, wizards and muggles alike, I'm sure there will be," Remus reassured her.
"Then let's get some food and refuel so you can shag me properly later," she said, grinning at him. "If we did all that with most of our clothes on, imagine what we can do when we're naked."
"Imagine," he replied dryly, rolling his eyes with a small smile as he followed her out of the library and down the stairs. But Tonks felt him grab and squeeze her hand one last time before they entered the kitchen, and for some reason, it was this simple touch that had her smiling for the rest of the evening.
AN: Thanks for reading!