Chapter 2: Oh, Merlin!
A/n: I decided to make this into a bunch of drabbles with voyeurism, and embarrassing situations. Why? Because of reasons. If you have any suggestions on who should catch them in the act, send me a PM or just leave a review. 3 Also, I keep being told how cumbersome my writing style is so I am using this one as practice to have detail but not to the point of making anyone want to gouge their eyes out. Let me know if you like the change.
Also, I know my use of the apostrophe is atrocious. Gimmie a break, I'll fix it later.
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Sirius Black sat at the grand oak table wearing nothing but a pair of thin linen bottoms, riding low on his hips, and a copy of the daily prophet clutched to his chest.
As he lowered himself down upon the smooth polished wood of the chair, he felt a nerve pinch, and a few pops course up the levels of his spine. He sighed tiredly, attempting to focus on the news at hand.
Without looking up from the parchment, The black haired man could sense the presence of his lover, and the mint tea he was carrying. A smile snaked its way up to the animagis' mouth, the scent of moist mint curling like tendrils about his nostrils.
"Why must you be so delicious in the morning?" Sterling eyes shot up, as Sirius gave the werewolf a playful wink. Remus could feel the colour folding against his cheekbones, and he cleared his throat with a hoarse grunt. "Why must you always be a randy mutt?"
Sirius recounted with a dazzling grin, causing Remus to chuckle as he set the steaming porcelain before the other man.
The house was empty, and would be for the next few days. Order meetings were becoming more scarce, and the children had all been shipped off to Hogwarts. The men would be lying if they said they were disappointed.
The silence was whimsical, and welcoming. Sirius hummed a Christmas tune while flipping through the prophet, relieved to find no slander against himself, his godson, or the headmaster. Remus, his body turned slightly in the bar stool he was seated in, sipped his tea savoringly as he gazed out the window at the soft crystals falling from the November sky.
"Something on your mind, Rem?" The Amber haired man felt warm, muscled arms encircle him, he was brought out of his daydream. Smiling, Remus nuzzled into the fold of the other man's elbow. "Just how I always dreamt of this..." His voice was soft, content.
A snort left Sirius while he lowered his lips to his lovers ear. "You always dreamt of being locked in my parents disgusting house with a convicted murderer? So romantic, I never knew." And with that, his teeth caught the shell of the bookish mans' ear, sending a volt of sensation throughout his wearing body.
"No, you sod. Spending the holidays with you. Drinking tea and spending the days sleeping away, that whole bit." Biting his lip nervously, he turned to face the man standing at an opposing height above him.
Sirius smirked, "We're not in bed, my dear moon."
"We can change that..." Whispered Remus, his full lips ghosting over the others.
"Or..." The calloused tips of the long haired mans' fingers drifted up the loose fabric draped across the lithe ex-professors frame. The recipient of the tender touch moaned inwardly, feeling the warmth from the quickening breath coming from his partner.
"Were you going to finish that?" A coy response mumbled with chaste kisses and a channel of reciprocated strokes. The animagi didn't respond verbally, instead marking his mate with not-so gentle nips at the tendons and skin that decorated his neck and collarbone. A pant passed Remus' lips, his nails dragging down the shirtless mans golden skin. Sirius resurfaced, hissing a cool tone, his eye lidded and stricken with lust.
"Shall we, on the table?"
Remus' eyes widened at the prospect of doing something so intimate out in the open. His blood ran hot, and the voyeur within him overruled.
"I want you.." Was all he could manage through his stifled moans, and that in and of itself was answer enough for the onyx tressed man. Without further question his fingers snaked under wretched clothes Remus -still- happened to be wearing, tossing them up and over his shoulders and onto the icy floor.
Their motions became desperate, teeth clashing, clothes ripping, strangled groans... Remus was propped against the gorgeous grain table, his elbows resting infront of him. Shivers, and curls of warmth shot out like waves to his finger tips, and toes as he followed the line of elegant kisses illuminating the back of his body. They brought purity and life to the scars that decorated the once monthly-monstrous man. Tingling gilded his form from the sensitivity brought by the man behind him, all the while a coil of arousal beckoned the primal animal to surface.
Sirius was taking it slow. Calmly working the man up into a frenzy, allowing him to a feast of tongue and teeth, then simultaneously seizing control and teasing the electrified man with slow pecks that grazed his finger tips. Remus couldn't take the stimulation. He felt the head of Sirius' member nudging indecisively at his wanting entrance, causing him to push back wantonly. His teeth grasped the skin of his lower lip in frustration and anticipation, until Sirius moved, not obliging to the other mans obvious wishes.
"Sirius, I swear to-" He was interrupted by a forceful thrust, the tip of Sirius breaching the tight opening. Inching at a painfully slow pace, the man in control clutched the submissive mans' hands, plastering them flat against the table. Whimpering Remus pushed back against Sirius, wanting more of what the man offered him.
"No." Sirius pulled out swiftly, causing Remus to seethe and struggle against the other mans hands. A helpless veil of panic erupted within the smaller man and he brought forth his lycan strength, pushing Sirius away, and turning to face him. As soon as he made eye contact with the silver eyed man, the man in question dropped to his knees. The panic in Remus' chest tightened until his honey coloured eyes locked with his mates. A small smile ghosted the animagi's lips, his long fingers gripped the slender hips of the man still standing, and brought his hot breath to enliven the already hardened man.
"Siri.." A moan caught in his throat, and his thin fingers snatched up the soft obsidian strands of the tease before him. The lead had now been transferred, and it was time for the man to pay up.
A rose coloured tongue darted out, caressing the impossibly soft skin of Remus' length. He fondled the head between his lips before enveloping the man whole, a gag vibrating the standing mans' loins as his member brushed the back of Sirius' throat. The sensation was enough to bring the normally collected man to his peak, he pulled out with the help of the grip he had on the canines' hair.
Settling a supple kiss to the silk of Remus' passion, he smirked up, eyes glistening in the winter light. "I want you to ride me." His voice was steady, and filled with mirth. Remus' eyes widened, and without a second of hesitation, his grasp on the velvet tresses forcing Sirius to his feet. Not a single word was spoken as Sirius was unceremoniously thrown atop the table, the cursed man to follow.
The aggression radiating off the other man hardened Sirius' immediately. Even after all these years, he found the other man to be akin to a god, age doing nothing but accenting his already stunning features. Laying flat against the chill weald, he positioned himself to take Remus. The other man climbed the table, and straddled him- knees on either side of the bottoms' muscled hips.
The ache in Remus' knees was voided by the passion that spider webbed through his veins. He lifted svelte hips, aligning himself with the throbbing member that belonged to heir. With a harsh drop he filled himself to the hilt with the girth Sirius bared, a duel loud moan echoing in the otherwise empty kitchen.
Almost as if they were the same person, thrusts flowed in a liquid motion. The creak from the ancient table and their ever growing gasps and moans were the only sounds perceived. The men were so engulfed within each other they didn't hear the slide of the door unlocking, or the quiet chatter emerging from the stairs.
"Fuck.." Howled the honey stricken man as he felt his mate fill him to the brim with seed. The scent overwhelmed him, as just as the shocked intonation of Molly Weasley proclaiming, "Oh, MERLIN!" and a startled gasp from Nymphandora Tonks met his ears. The humiliation of getting caught in the act washed over Remus, strands of white spilled out upon the toned chest of the one below him.
Molly collapsed in a dead faint.