For the Christmas break of their 6th year, Sirius and Remus were alone in the Gryffindor tower. The Potters had offered to have them, as they did every year, but Remus had declined. The full moon was right in the middle of the holiday this year, and he hadn't wanted to feel like the entire break was being arranged around his needs.
So, he had decided to stay at Hogwarts. And at the prospect of some undivided Moony attention, Sirius had immediately volunteered himself to stay back with the boy, to 'keep him company', of course.
They had waved James and Peter off this morning, and had spent a leisurely day together, making a mess in the Common Room and only seeing other people when they needed to eat. They had both been trying to pretend all day that they weren't nervous about the prospect of having their bedroom to themselves for the first time since they had started dating. But Remus' apparently care-free attitude finally slipped when they went down for dinner that night.
Remus was incredibly focused on his food, as he often was in the week leading up to the full moon, so he didn't notice the way that a 3rd year Ravenclaw girl, one of the only other remaining students, was looking at Sirius until the main course had disappeared.
Sirius had carefully ignored her throughout the meal, but in the mere seconds before the desert appeared Remus looked around the Great Hall and spotted the direction of the girl's gaze. If he'd had hackles, Sirius was sure they would have been raised as his eyes locked onto the girl, staring until she realised and quickly looked away.
Only then did he look at Sirius. Sirius gave him a knowing smirk, and Remus sent a rude hand-gesture his way before diving into a bowl of apple crumble. But the look in Remus' eyes had gotten Sirius all hot and bothered, and now he couldn't wait to get Remus alone so that they could both relieve some tension.
As soon as Remus' bowl was clean, he was on his feet, and the glance he gave Sirius had him practically jumping up from his bench to follow him out of the Great Hall. They walked back to the Common Room, Remus stalking through the halls at such a pace that Sirius was almost jogging to keep up. Remus was clenching and releasing his fists, and Sirius could have sworn he heard him growling under his breath.
After a few minutes of this, Sirius reached out and brushed his hand lightly against the back of Remus'. The boy started slightly, then looked down at Sirius as though he had completely forgotten he was there. Sirius just smiled gently, and Remus bashfully returned it, moving to link their pinky fingers together for a second before he let go. His pace slowed and his shoulders dropped, and Sirius felt his heart flutter at the thought that he could so effectively calm Moony down.
All too soon, they were back in the Common Room. Remus made to pause by the fire, but Sirius had no interest in keeping up his disinterested charade any longer. So he kept walking, heading for their dorm room. He listened as he went, hoping Remus would take the hint, and after a long heartbeat he heard feet scuffing behind him as Remus followed him up the stairs.
The second he was in their bedroom, Sirius headed for the mirror and started to mess with his uniform. He pretended not to be hyper-aware of Remus as he closed the door behind them, then slowly stalked towards Sirius, his eyes fixed on the boy's reflection all the while. They were silent for a few moments before Remus spoke.
'I hate this,' he murmured, his voice deep, a little strained.
'Hate what, Love?' Sirius tried to make his voice casual, hoping that Remus wouldn't hear the excitement he was trying to hide.
'Not being able to tell everyone that you're mine,' Remus growled, and Sirius tried to ignore how his trousers tightened at the other boy's words. He concentrated on making a show of pulling off his tie as Remus added, 'It's always worse before the moon, as well. I get ... I get a bit, um, possesive.'
'Hadn't noticed,' Sirius teased, then made the mistake of looking up in the mirror. Before he could throw Remus a saucy wink, as he'd planned, their gazes met and Sirius immediately got lost in Remus' eyes. There was very clear affection in his expression, but it was woven through with such intense lust that Sirius' knees would have given out if he hadn't been so determined to retain his composure for as long as possible.
His mouth went strangely dry at the fierce, almost predatory look in those amber eyes. Remus suddenly stepped in close, looming over him, and Sirius watched his boyfriend's long jumper-clad arms reach out to snake around his waist. Remus' head dipped low and Sirius' breath hitched when he felt his nose run slowly up the length of his neck. Remus inhaled deeply, then sighed against his throat, 'You smell so good.'
Sirius turned in his encircling arms, his own hands grazing slowly up Remus' chest and around his neck. Remus raised a hand to reach behind Sirius' head, and he gently tugged the wand from his hair, letting the shoulder-length black locks tumble loose. He dropped the wand as Sirius rose onto his tiptoes and leaned closer, smiling as he heard Remus' breathing speeding up. He brushed his lips against Remus' so gently that he wasn't even fully sure if they'd made contact, but it was enough to cause Remus to groan and lunge forward, crushing his lips to Sirius'.
'Re,' Sirius moaned as Remus' arms tightened around him, pulling their bodies as close as possible. But even then it still didn't feel like they were making enough contact. He groaned in frustration and began directing them across the room, their feet tangling together and almost tripping them both as they staggered across the wooden floor.
Sirius tried to focus, which proved difficult when he was so heavily distracted by Remus' tongue tracing the shell of his ear. He managed to pull away when he thought they were in about the right place, and firmly pushed Remus backwards. He fell, sitting down heavily on the edge of his bed. Sirius heard him gulp as he scrambled after him, straddling his lap and winding his slender fingers into the light curls at the base of Remus' skull. He paused, searching Remus' eyes for any sign of hesitation.
'Is this alright?' he whispered.
'God, yes,' Remus sighed, closing the gap between them and catching Sirius' lips again. He lingered there for a moment before breaking away to pepper open-mouthed kisses across Sirius' pale cheek, along his jaw and finally down his neck. Sirius felt a large hand skate up his spine before fisting into his hair, pulling it gently to one side to keep it out of the way. Sirius' head dropped back involuntarily, giving Remus more access.
'Putain ...' The word was out before he could stop it, and he instantly froze, waiting for the usual reaction he got from his classmates on these occasions. The eye roll, the exasperated sigh, the jibes about his heritage -
'Christ, Pads,' Remus groaned, burying his head against Sirius' shoulder. 'The French ... '
'Sorry,' he muttered, turning his head away to stare out of the window, not wanting to see the annoyance on that gorgeous face. 'Bad habit.' Despite himself, he felt colour rising in his cheeks and a dejected frown creasing his brow. Remus carefully released his hair to grasp Sirius' pointed chin between his thumb and forefinger, turning his face until he had to meet his gaze again.
'I fucking love it,' he said, and Sirius felt his heart stutter at the heat he could see burning in his eyes. Remus' tongue darted out of his mouth momentarily to wet his lips and added, 'I can pick up bits of what you're saying, from lessons I had at my Muggle school, but the way you speak it, your accent ... It drives me fucking wild.'
Sirius felt a thrill run through him. He'd never considered that someone might actually like hearing him speak his second language. But it seemed to have some power over Remus, and he immediately wondered how he could use this information to his advantage. All embarrassment gone, he allowed a small smirk to pull at his lips as he said, 'Vraiment? Tu aimes le francąis?'
The snarl that tore from Remus was unlike anything Sirius had heard from him while not in his wolf form. Before he could react, Remus had flipped them over, Sirius landing on his back on the mattress and Remus following, sliding between his parted thighs and lips latching onto his neck once more.
Sirius whined in need and submission as Remus' teeth nipped at the soft skin of his throat, and the sound only seemed to spur the taller boy on. His teeth sank into a spot between Sirius' neck and shoulder, sucking and laving it like it was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted. When he finally raised his head, Sirius was a panting, flushed mess, writhing under his boyfriend's lean body, desperate for friction, for attention.
Remus stared down at his neck for a moment, and the smile that crept across his face told Sirius that he'd successfully marked him. The thought of carrying Moony's mark made his head spin, and his hips thrust upwards involuntarily. It was enough the redirect the werewolf's focus, and his eyes practically glowed as he took in Sirius' state.
'Jesus, look at you,' he ground out, his own hips pressing down, trapping Sirius against the bed. 'You're beautiful.'
'Mon amour,' Sirius breathed, and Remus' eyelids fluttered, almost closing. Sirius gripped the hem of Remus' jumper and tugged, exposing inches of warm, tanned, scarred torso. 'S'il te plaît ...' Remus eyes snapped open instantly, and he sat back on his heels as he roughly dragged the jumper and his shirt up and over his head, tossing it behind him then reaching for Sirius'. He almost tore it in his haste to pull it away, but soon they were both bare-chested, and Sirius let out a satisfied moan as Remus sank down against him.
He arched up against that broad chest, grinding against his hips, his legs rising to wrap around Remus' narrow waist and hold him closer. A low rumble rolled in Remus' chest as he pressed his lips to Sirius' again, their kisses hot and frantic, all wet tongues and panting breath as they moved against each other. Then Remus was gone, his mouth painting a trail down Sirius' chest, his abdomen, then along the waistline of his black jeans.
Sirius' groan caught in his throat as he watched Remus pause over the zippered fly. Amber eyes rose to meet molten greys, the unspoken question hanging in the air between them. It only took the space of a heartbeat for Sirius to nod, then he was lifting his hips from the bed so that Remus could slide the jeans and his boxers down his slim legs. He rose onto his elbows to watch Remus remove the remainder of his own clothing before kneeling between his thighs, contemplating Sirius' naked body.
They had seen each other naked before, but never like this, never close enough and with enough time to truly examine each other. They were too used to snatching moments when no-one was looking or sneaking off for brief trists in pitch-black broom cupboards. Now, with no risk of interruptions, no need to hide, the weight of Remus' attention felt suddenly very heavy. Sirius was momentarily nervous, the hesitation sending his mind whirling, but then Remus looked up, and all worry melted away. His face was a picture of pure desire, and Sirius felt a pulse run through his stiff cock at the sight. Remus raised a hand, hovering it over his hip, but stopped.
'I need you to tell me that this is OK,' he breathed, his fingers shaking in mid-air as he stared up at Sirius.
'It's OK, Moony,' Sirius whispered. 'I want this. Please - merde!' He cried out as Remus' long scarred fingers closed around his achingly hard shaft. White spots of pleasure burst in his vision as he felt the point of Remus' tongue slide against his throbbing head, but he had to look away, afraid that if he saw what Remus was doing, he'd cum there and then and this would all be over too soon.
He dropped back against the bed, a pale forearm thrown over his eyes. Remus took his length into his mouth and sucked. Sirius whimpered and thrashed, need slamming into him as one hand pumped him over and over while the other wrapped around his hip to still him, Remus' tongue and lips enveloping him. Soon, too soon, Sirius felt his ending arriving, and he reached down blindly to grasp Remus' hair. The other boy moaned around him, the sensation bringing the inevitable speeding towards him even faster.
'Re,' he whimpered, pulling gently at the golden-brown curls in his fist, but Remus refused to move. Sirius slipped into French once more as he begged, 'Mon amour, s'il te plaît, je vais - ' Again he cut himself off with a cry, his body shaking as he came hard. He felt Remus swallow around him, and this brought another wave of lust that prolonged his orgasm, leaving him shivering violently when the peak of it finally subsided.
He felt Remus' arms surround him moments later, hot breath whispering soothingly into his ear. It took him a few moments to regain control of his own breathing, and as he did his body relaxed, fingers dancing lazy up and down Remus' broad back. Remus pulled away to gaze down at him, the concern so evident in his honest face that Sirius couldn't help but smile dozily up at him.
'Alright, Pads?' Remus asked, his voice tight with worry. Sirius almost gaped at him. Remus had just sucked him off, and swallowed his cum, and he was genuinely asking if Sirius was alright?
'Bloody hell, much better than alright,' he grinned, his hand sliding down to Remus' arse and palming a handful of his cheek. The tactic worked, and Remus was instantly less tense, a smile growing on his slightly swollen lips. But it stopped, and quickly turned back into a cautious frown.
'Do you ...' Remus licked his lips again, a suddenly very distracting gesture when Sirius considered where those lips had just been. He forced himself to concentrate as Remus asked, 'Do you think we could ... do more?'
Sirius' hand froze in its mapping of Remus' scars. He gazed up into his boyfriend's face. Could he really be asking what Sirius hoped he was asking? He opened his mouth to reply.
'No, forget that,' Remus blurted, pulling Sirius against him and nuzzling his nose into his shoulder. 'I'm sorry, Love, that was too much to ask. Ignore me, I'm just all randy from seeing you, um, like that and - '
'Remus,' Sirius chuckled, his hands in Remus' hair again. He tugged gently, and this time Remus went with him, raising his head to look at him. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes wary, but Sirius could see the flicker of hope there, too. He smiled, leaning up for a brief kiss before saying, 'I think I'm ready for more.'
'You - really?' Remus' eyes darted between Sirius', frantically reading his expression. 'Because I ... I want to, well ... ' He let out a frustrated snort as he fought for words, his whole face red now as he screwed his eyes shut. In a rush he pushed out, 'I want to fuck you, so so badly.' His eyes blinked open again, and he rambled, 'B-but I'd only ever want it if you wanted it, too. I just want you, all of you. I'm sorry, I shouldn't be saying that. Feel free to tell me to do one if you're not ready, I'm more than happy to wait for you, you're so worth the wait, I - '
'Alright, that's enough, Moony!' Sirius laughed out loud this time, reaching up and cupping Remus' face between his hands. 'You're getting me all embarrassed, now. Gods, you're so adorable.'
''M not,' Remus huffed, his shoulders drooping as he bit his lower lip to hide the smile that threatened to break out. 'I'm actually a big scary werewolf, I'll have you know.'
'Yes, yes, Love, you're terrifying,' Sirius teased, the sarcasm thick on his tongue as he rolled his eyes. He yelped when strong fingertips dug into his ribs, and he batted the offending hand away before winding his own hands around Remus' neck and staring up at him, his face and tone suddenly serious. 'I mean it though, Moony. I want this. With you. I'm ready.'
'Wow,' Remus breathed, his eyes slightly glassy as he kissed Sirius again. 'Wow, OK. Well, I, uh, I suppose we better get you, um, ready ... '
'I suppose so,' Sirius agreed as casually as he could, even as his heart lurched at the thought. True, he was nervous, but this was his Moony, he knew that he'd never do anything that could possibly hurt Sirius. Hell, he'd probably even researched the best way to do this before he dared to suggest -
'I've, um, I've read that it can be easier for you if you're on your front,' Remus mumbled, his cheeks colouring again, and Sirius had to bite back his grin as his suspsicions were confirmed. 'And we can definitely do that, if you like, but if you think it would be OK then I'd, erm, I'd like to try how we are now?' He reached out and brushed some hair from Sirius' face, tucking it behind his ear as he added, 'I'd like to see your face the first time we ... make love.'
'In French, it's called faire l'amour,' Sirius said, his mouth on autopilot as he tried to wrap his head around the incredibly romantic and sexy thing that Remus had just said.
'Well, that sounds an awful lot nicer than 'fucking',' Remus joked, grinning nervously down at Sirius. Sirius pulled him down for another kiss, hoping to show the other boy how eager he was for this, how much he wanted him, how much he loved him.
'Je vous aime, Rémus,' he breathed. Remus groaned and rocked his hips against Sirius', causing the arousal to rise in him once again and pushing away the last of his post-orgasm drowsiness. 'J'ai besoin de toi,' he breathed, and felt Remus tense under his fingers.
'I can't get over how fucking hot you sound,' he growled as he stroked his fingertips against Sirius' sharp collarbone. 'What did you say, just now?'
'I need you,' Sirius immediately translated, his eyes fixing onto Remus'. He could feel his blood singing, heating in response to the depth of his lover's voice, the impossibly gentle caresses, the evident need in his gaze. No, that wasn't need, he realised with a slight shiver of anticipation. That was hunger.
'Fuck, Sirius,' Remus groaned, and his hand began to move over Sirius' torso, brushing against his own scars, his nipples, his taught abdomen. Before long, Sirius was gripping Remus' shoulders desperately, his whole body tingling. He could hear himself whining as Remus' smell swirled round him, making his head spin.
'Please, Re ... '
'Please what, Love?' How could he sound so bloody calm right now? Sirius' shaft pulsed almost painfully when he looked up and found that although he sounded relaxed, Remus was watching him with near feral desire, his sharp canines glinting in the soft evening light that streamed in through the windows. The sight made him lose control.
'Je suis prêt, mon amour. Prenez-moi, s'il te plaît!'
'God, I'm not going to last long if you keep that up.' Remus pressed a firm kiss to Sirius' lips before he suddenly rolled away from him and reached for his bedside table. Sirius watched him go, momentarily confused, then he swallowed thickly when Remus turned back and sheepishly showed him the bottle of lube he'd pulled from the drawer. 'Got it a couple of months ago, you know, just in case.'
The teasing comment Sirius had been about to make died on the tip of his tongue as Remus squeezed out a small blob of the fluid and rubbed it slowly over two of his fingers. He settled back onto the mattress as Remus returned to kneel between his legs once more, and Sirius gasped as he felt one slicked finger slide against his entrance.
It took him a moment to realise his eyes had fluttered shut, and when he opened them again, Remus' face swam back into view, hovering over him. He was biting his lip and watching Sirius with rapt focus as he worked his fingertip in circles, then gently pressed forward.
'Alright?' Breathless, Sirius nodded, then let out a choked sound as the finger slid in easily. He'd done this to himself a few times, but it had never, never felt like this. Remus swore softly as he withdrew, then slowly pushed back in. 'You feel so good.'
'I - Oh!' Sirius moaned as Remus curled his finger slightly upwards.
'There?' he panted, and Sirius could only nod frantically and hold Remus' shoulders as he made the motion again. Sirius' eyes rolled back into his head as Remus carefully slid another finger in with the next thrust, then set up a slow, teasing rhythm. His thick digits were stretching Sirius' hole in a way that Sirius was sure he would never get enough of. He almost lost it when those surprisingly skilled fingers curled rightthere inside him again, but he just managed to hold back.
'Remus ... Re ... J'ai besoin ...'
'I know, Love, me too.' Remus' voice was raspy with want now, and Sirius forced himself to meet his gaze again. The fire burning in those eyes almost ruined him, but he bit into his own lip hard enough to centre himself as Remus asked, 'Are you sure you want this?'
Unable to think up any witty responses, he simply nodded once more. He had to look away while Remus slicked his hard own length, not sure that he'd be able to control himself if he watched. Then Remus shifted so that he was nestled between Sirius' legs, nudging his inner thighs with his hips to encourage him to spread them wider. Sirius obeyed, his eyes on Remus' as he reached between them and lined himself up.
When he felt Remus' tip against his entrance, Sirius bit down so hard on his own lip that he tasted blood, and Remus' head instantly snapped up, his nostrils flaring. Sirius realised that he must have smelled it, his senses incredibly heightened this close to the full moon. Remus leaned forwards and kissed Sirius, sucking his lower lip into his mouth and smoothing his tongue against the already healing cut. Then he pulled away, hovering over Sirius again and staring down at him, monitoring him carefully for any sign of discomfort as he gently rolled his hips forwards.
As Remus began to push in, Sirius felt himself stretching, a somewhat different sensation to having fingers inside of him. There was a slight burning at first, but this soon subsided when Remus' head was entirely inside and pleasure flooded his mind. Remus paused, breathing hard, waiting until Sirius nodded and squeezed his shoulders before slowly pushing deeper. Sirius babbled in soft, broken French as Remus filled him and filled him, and just when he thought he might not be able to take anymore, he felt narrow hips hit his arse. He blinked up at Remus, no longer able to form coherent words in any language,
'So ... good ... ' Remus gritted out through clenched teeth, eyes shining as he took in the expression on Sirius' face. Sirius realised that he was still holding onto Remus' shoulders, and he released them to wind his hands into Remus' thick hair. Remus held his gaze steadily as he pulled out and then eased all the way back in. Sirius let out a ragged gasp, and Remus took the opportunity to rock forward and slide his tongue in between his teeth.
Remus set up a slow, steady pace, his movements long and languid as he rolled his hips against Sirius. He mimicked the motion of his thrusts with his tongue for a time, and Sirius vaguely wondered where the boy had learned to kiss like that, but then he was pulling back to brace his forearm beside Sirius' head.
Sirius could feel Remus trembling with each thrust, almost as though he was holding himself back. And though the feeling of intimacy that was flooding through Sirius was intoxicating, he found that he wanted more. He wanted Remus to lose himself in his body, to take what he needed and give everything he had. So Sirius did what he hoped would snap that careful control. He pulled hard at the hair between his fingers.
He was rewarded almost instantly with a deep snarl that reverberated all the way to his bones. Remus braced both forearms on either side of Sirius' shoulders and began thrusting hard. His pace became almost punishing, slamming against Sirius' arse with a force that almost shoved the smaller boy higher up the bed with each motion.
Sirius' neglected shaft began aching, but he couldn't quite figure out how to reach between them to touch himself, not without disturbing Remus' movements, which he decidely did not want to do. As though he'd read Sirius' mind, Remus shifted onto one arm again and reached down to grasp Sirius' length. The whine that escaped Sirius was more canine than man, and with each gasping outbreath his whimpering became less and less human.
'Fuck, Sirius ... So beautiful ... ' Remus panted, sweat forming on his brow and dampening the hair at his temples. 'Does this ... feel good?'
'Oui, mon amour,' Sirius breathed, a shiver racing up his spine as Remus' eyes visibly darkened at his words. 'Tu te sens si bien, tu me rends fou. Putain, s'il te plaît, Rémus, j'ai besoin de jouir, s'il te plaît, fais-moi jouir!'
The noise Remus made as he spilled inside of Sirius bordered on a howl, and Sirius had to fight the instinct to join in as he thrust into Remus' fist, shooting ropes of his own release over Remus' fingers and up his own torso. They thrusted and clenched until both could see stars, then Remus' arms finally gave way and he fell onto Sirius.
They lay in a heap, panting and sweating while the buzz from their orgasms slowly, slowly eased away. Remus kissed his shoulder, his neck, before carefully easing himself out and collapsing on the bed next to him. Sirius watched from beneath heavy eyelids as Remus' breathing gradually returned to normal. Then those amber eyes flickered open and a small, satisfied smile tugged at kiss-swollen lips.
'Fuck,' Remus breathed, scanning Sirius' face as he reached for his hand and wound their fingers together.
'You can say that again,' Sirius smirked. Remus chuckled and pulled Sirius' hand to his mouth, pressing a lingering kiss to the back of it.
They were quiet for some time, then Sirius started slightly as he felt the strange crackly buzz of Remus' magic as he wordlessly cast a cleaning spell over them and the bed. He occasionally forgot how powerful his boyfriend could be in the days before the full moon. But he was soon distracted again by the gentle, nuzzling kisses that Remus was placing against his bicep.
'Are you sure that was alright?' Remus' voice was sleepy, and it sounded like he was making an effort to stay awake until he knew that Sirius was OK. 'I wasn't too ... too rough, or anything?'
'It was perfect, Moony,' Sirius breathed, opening his arms in invitation. The lankier boy had shared early on in their friendship that he loved the feeling of being held, and Sirius had always been willing to comply with this need, even long before they had gotten together. Remus immediately shifted into the embrace, and Sirius wrapped his legs around Remus' thighs, his arms around his shoulders, pressing light kisses to the damp curls that tickled his chin. 'Complètement parfait.'
'Merci, mon amour,' Remus sighed contentedly, and Sirius was surprised by the effect even those few words had on him. He'd been speaking French with his family and their pureblood playmates for as long as he could remember, and he'd never felt this way about the language. Maybe Remus wasn't the only one who might have a thing for having it spoken to him by the person he loved ...
'Je t'aime beaucoup, Ré.'
'Soppy git,' Remus chuckled, turning his head to kiss Sirius' neck tenderly before pressing his face into his chest once more. 'Love you, too.'
Sirius sighed contentedly, and listened as Remus' breathing eased into a slow, regular rhythm before allowing his own eyelids to slide shut.
