“Why do you read those?” Sirius’s question was a bit scathing and judgmental. He always had something to say when he found Remus reading one of these smutty airport lounge romances he shared between himself, Lily and Dorcas.
“They’re fun.” Remus said mildly, not looking up from his water marked and dog eared paperback. He didn’t want to admit this particular story about a witch and her vampire lover wasn’t actually all that good. The romance was not at all compelling. Dorcas and Lily had really dropped the ball with this recommendation.
“How?” Sirius demanded, collapsing onto the couch with an irritated huff. He sounded a bit tetchy. Stressed. Like he wanted to pick something sensitive. Needle Remus into an argument. His hair was dishevelled and he hadn’t shaved in a few days.
“Are you actually asking why I think they’re fun or are you just being a bit of a dick about something I enjoy?”
Sirius made a noise that suggested he didn’t want to acknowledge he was being unnecessary.
“What’s wrong?” Remus asked after a moment, turning a page. He worked to keep his voice even and emotionless because he knew all too well that if he sounded too concerned or interested, Sirius would be even more unmanageable.
“Nothing,” Sirius breathed, a booted foot resting on the edge of the coffee table, hands shoved into his jacket's pockets.
Remus’s mouth pressed into a thin line and he took a deep breath. So it was one of those day. One where Sirius struggled to acknowledge the fact that he had needs and wants and feelings, that he was imperfectly human, and therefore furious with himself and anyone who dared show him love or affection.
Brilliant.
It was quiet for a long while, the sound of the grandfather clock in the corner ticking loudly as Remus slowly sank back into his story. The plot was convoluted and there was no discernible chemistry with the love interest. It was driving Remus insane.
Without realising it, he was making grunts of disbelieving incredulity as the dark and brooding vampiric paramour tied up the heroine for a bit of light bondage foreplay in the most cringey and off putting way possible. Not to mention the dialogue was atrocious. The author kept using words like ‘berries’ and ‘rubies’ to describe this woman’s nipples in way too much detail and Remus was about to lose it.
“What’s got your knickers in a twist over there?” Sirius asked quietly. He sounded less sharp than before. Like the silent company had allowed him to unspool his tension, like it did him some good.
Remus dropped the book and sighed dramatically. “This one’s shite. He’s tying her up and she’s so into it and they literally just met yesterday in some random forest. Like how does one go from bumping into someone in the woods to being willingly trussed up within 12 hours?”
He was rubbing his face in annoyance and when he met Sirius’s amused gaze, the man was grinning. “Expert in bondage are you?” He teased.
Remus snorted. “Don’t be a prat.”
The two of them had only started sleeping together recently over the summer. It was a new, tentative thing they’d unfurled into after years and years of pretending they weren’t madly in love. And while the last few weeks had been fun and kind and beautiful and loving, it had been very tame and very careful. They’d been handling one another almost too gently. Too afraid of hurting the other. Of losing each other in a clumsy misstep.
“Have you ever?” Sirius asked, his voice curious.
“No.” Remus blushed. “You?”
He shook his head. That surprised Remus. Sirius had a lot more sexual experience than Remus did, and his dalliances always leaned towards the risqué side. “Would you ever want to try?”
Sirius’s eyes were wide, he was clearly startled by the question. “Would you?”
Remus’s face was suddenly very warm and he knew his neck and cheeks would be splotchy with colour.
“Yeah.” He admitted, his heart racing a little.
“Which way?” Sirius asked, his voice a bit lower, his cheeks a bit pink.
“I—" Remus’s brain, rather helpfully, supplied a vivid image of Sirius bound and gagged on the floor. It was a fantasy he spent a lot of time trying to ignore, afraid to voice it. “I’d like to— to tie you up.”
Sirius’s eyebrows raised in a bit of shock as he subtly chewed the inside of his cheek.
“Yeah.” He said after a silent moment of thought, his eyes fixed on Remus. “Yeah, okay.”
It was Remus’s turn to be taken aback. “I mean, we don’t have to— its just a—"
Sirius was grinning again. A bit sly and mischievous. All the cantankerous ire from before evaporated from the space between them as Sirius shifted, moved towards him. “Remus, shut up.”
Abruptly, he closed his mouth as Sirius crawled over him, pushing him back into the cushions, straddling him. He grabbed the book from Remus’s limp hand and tossed it with a hallow thud onto the floor.
Remus still wasn’t used to this. To Sirius wanting him so openly. To Sirius casually and easily touching him like this. Moving towards him and to him. Reaching out. It always took him a moment to remember he was allowed to touch him back, allowed to let his hands roam where they want. They slid up the back of his shirt, his overlarge leather jacket cumbersome and in the way. Sirius still had his boots on.
“How would you want to tie me up?” Sirius whispered against Remus’s parted lips.
Unable to stop himself, the building, aching longing in his chest compelling him, he kissed Sirius deep and slow before he could cobble together the words.
“I could tell you, or I could show you?” He offered hopefully.
Sirius kissed him hard, then, pressing in closer, his jeans proving quite difficult to make any meaningful contact with.
Eager, scarred hands were grabbing the smooth leather of the jacket and pushing it off of Sirius’s shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. They were trying and failing to undress one another, tightly held together as they were, kissing as intensely as they were.
Eventually, Sirius’s patience had snapped and he dragged Remus none too gently to his bedroom. It was an ungainly journey from the door to the bed as they fought with each other’s clothing. As they laughed into their messy press of lips, becoming distracted with each other’s bodies with every new inch revealed. Stumbling into the dresser next to the bed, Remus sank to his knees, rough hands fervently gripping newly naked thighs as he slid his mouth down on Sirius’s length.
Something that always surprised Remus was how gentle Sirius was during sex. For someone so otherwise demanding and boisterous, loud and commanding, Sirius became so careful and demur behind closed doors. It startled Remus how shy and almost timid his hands could be when they slid into his hair. Sirius rolled his hips slowly, like he was worried about hurting Remus if he let go, if fell too deep into the pleasure.
Almost equally as surprising as Sirius’s deference was how rough and forceful Remus found himself to be. He wanted to overwhelm Sirius. To make him fall apart. To have him shaking and frantic with need. He was flooded and held captive by the delicious thoughts of dominating Sirius completely. He wanted to tie him up, spank him until he was red and raw, deny his orgasm until he was sobbing and then force him to have multiple in a row. He wanted to press his gagged face into the hard wood of the floor and bruise him.
Remus pulled off and kissed Sirius’s hip bone, put his teeth to the soft skin beneath his belly button, before he stood up and reached for Sirius’s face. He cradled it between both hands, bringing their foreheads together. Sirius was hard and breathing heavy, his hands were shaking as they gripped Remus’s wrists.
“If you want to stop at any point, say 'Prongs'.” Remus said with a smile.
Sirius snorted a startled and indelicate laugh. “Are you kidding me?”
“No,” Remus laughed, “because then I’ll know you’re really done.”
“Can’t argue with that.” Sirius grinned and kissed him.
Despite dearly wanting to let Sirius get lost in the kiss, he pulled away. Remus gripped Sirius’s shoulders and turned him around, pushing him towards the dresser. He pulled and rearranged Sirius’s compliant arms so that his forearms lay across the small of his back. Conjuring a spool of black rope he tied Sirius’s wrists and forearms together, carefully checking the tightness around the sensitive skin.
Running his hands up Sirius’s arms and around to his pecks he pulled him back into his chest and spoke against his neck. “How’s that?”
Sirius was breathing heavy and couldn’t seem to answer coherently so he just nodded fervently with a sigh. Remus was struggling to control his blinding desire, struggling to remain calm and collected and careful, but he knew he had to do this correctly. Knew he had to be vigilant and mindful if he didn’t want to ruin the lovely thing they'd built between them.
Not wanting to rush anything, wanting to enjoy this for as long as he could, he let his hands wander as Sirius slumped back into him, leaned against him. Remus pinched his nipples, rolled them between his fingers and listened to the way Sirius tried to stifle his little moans, felt the way he shifted feebly against his binds.
His left hand drifted up along Sirius’s neck and he pushed two fingers into his mouth. Sirius eagerly sucking them as Remus’s right hand trailed back to his cock, gripping it loosely.
He moaned a high whining sound around the fingers in his mouth as Remus stroked him slowly, as he put his teeth to Sirius’s shoulder. He jerked and moved and his arms tensed against the ropes, strained pointless from where they were trapped between his lower back and Remus’s abdomen.
Speaking in a low, gravelly voice he said, “I’m going to help you get on the bed, and I want you on your knees with your face down on the mattress.”
Sirius moaned and nodded, still sucking Remus’s two fingers.
“And then I’m going to try and make you come without touching your cock.”
At that, Sirius’s legs wobbled a bit and he groaned a helpless, wordless plea.
“You okay with that?” He asked, removing his fingers and releasing his cock. Sirius nodded more, but Remus wanted to hear him. Fingers still wet with spit, he pushed his hand into Sirius’s hair and gripped it hard, pulling his head back.
“Are you okay with that?” He asked again, more firmly, more pointedly.
“Yes.” Sirius whimpered. “Yes, please.”
Remus hummed approvingly, smoothing Sirius’s already sweaty hair away from his neck and kissing it. He guided Sirius to the bed, helped him kneel onto the mattress, and used his grip on the binds to help lower Sirius to the sheets without falling on his face.
Cheek pressed into the bed, ass up in the air and his hands bound behind his back, Remus was overcome with a loving adoration for this man and the arrestingly beautiful ways he trusted Remus, surrendered to him.
Kissing the top of the cleft of his ass, he said as much. “You’re incredible, you know that?”
Sirius sighed, sounding pained.
“Absolutely brilliant.” Remus carried on.
“Remus,” Sirius whined, impatient.
Spelling lube into his hand, he slid his fingers back and forth along his crease, circling and teasing his hole.
“Fuck,” he slurred into the bed, “please.”
Gently breaching him with one finger, he thrust in and out a few times as Sirius moaned, begging for more.
“Please, just fuck me— I don’t need—"
“Oh, Pads, no.” Remus teased. “I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”
"Fuck." He was moaning incoherently, rocking his hips back to meet Remus’s thrusting. He added a second finger and carefully curved his aim as he thrust deeply downward, searching for the spot that he knew would take Sirius apart. Reduce him to nothing but a sobbing fool.
“Oh, fuck—" Sirius cried out as Remus found what he was looking for.
“Yeah?” Remus asked with taunting lilt, pressing more firmly with each thrust of his fingers, massaging the bundle of nerves as Sirius rocked and tilted his pelvis with thoughtless abandon, struggling against the ropes and the onslaught of pleasure that held him captive.
Remus carried on, ignoring his own painfully neglected erection, getting Sirius to a point where he was shaking and trembling and sweating, then pulling back to let the tension dissipate, and doing it again. Over and over. He wasn’t quite bringing him all the way to the edge, but rather coaxing him along in a torturous rhythm, slowly breaking him down to nothing but a moaning, begging mess.
Finally, as Sirius's shaking legs began to give out, sliding further apart on the bed, Remus couldn’t wait any longer. One hand on Sirius’s trapped wrists, the other around his own cock, he finally pressed himself against his entrance.
“Oh, gods, yes.” Sirius encouraged, his mouth slack against the dishevelled sheets, his hands flexing pointlessly with nothing to grip.
After so much dedicated time spent on prepping Sirius, Remus didn’t feel any guilt or worry about pushing himself into him with one fluid, mind melting thrust. Sirius’s voice was ragged as he cried out, as Remus pulled back and thrust roughly again and again, setting a quick, harsh rhythm.
“Touch me—" Sirius begged and Remus could see tears leaking out his eyes as he pounded into him.
“Not yet,” Remus told him, using both hands now to grip his hips, to support him, to keep Sirius from sliding down against the sheets in search of relief.
He knew this was going to be a short ride. Remus had been so alarmingly lust fuelled since he conjured the ropes, he knew he wouldn’t make it very long. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t drag Sirius’s pleasure out for as long as he could.
The halting cries and pitiful pleas fell from Sirius’s parted lips in an endless litany, and Remus let it pull him under. Let it drown him. Wrap around his skin and draw his building orgasm to the surface.
Picking up the pace, he felt the inevitability of his release barreling towards him, his thighs burning with effort, sweat trailing down his face and chest. He decided to finally let Sirius slide down against the sheets, and to fuck him like that, flat on the bed. This freed up his hands and allowed him to grab a fistful of Sirius’s hair as he continued to thrust forcefully into him, indelicate groans accompanying the rhythmic slap of skin.
Hips pressing desperately forward, Sirius rubbed himself against the bed, high whines and frantic moans spilling from him as he came with a great shudder beneath Remus. Sirius clenched around Remus with a nearly painful intensity, his own orgasm ripping through him shortly after.
After they eventually caught their breath, after Remus untied Sirius’s sore and abraded arms, and after they had cleaned themselves up, they crawled beneath the covers to hold one another tightly and soothingly in the aftermath.
Gentle hands moved lightly against Sirius’s skin. Remus had massaged the rope lines and kissed the bruises with endless praise and gratitude. A long while later, breaking the quiet stillness of the room, Sirius’s raw voice huffed a laugh and he lifted his tired head, hair a mess around his beautiful face and said, “I will never make fun of your reading choices ever again.”
Remus erupted into laughter before kissing him softly and pulling the blankets tightly around them.