Chapter 9
Remus:
Remus Lupin had started taking unnecessarily long showers. As in nearly an hour long showers. And he had started taking them because he had absolutely no idea what he was doing with Sirius Black.
His star, so kind and bright—and so responsive to Remus’s touch—had become something that Remus couldn’t stay away from. Addictive and sensational in a way that only Sirius could be, within days Remus had allowed himself to become a mess of wandering hands and terms of endearment. Remus should have known that Sirius would do this to him the second he walked back into his life.
That every touch he shared with his star would lead him to massive wastes of water and barely controllable boners, lead Remus to lean against the cool tile of the shower wall, warm water hitting his side, irresponsibly fantasizing about Sirius’s soft sighs, pretty lips, long lashes, and immensely slutty waist. Sirius in pretty little dresses that were almost too short on him—that cinched in his immensely slutty waist. That left Remus closing his eyes and letting his hand wander in the shower. Down, down, down, until he could pretend his somewhat coarse palm was Sirius’s soft and eager mouth instead.
Down on his knees for him not because Remus had asked but because he truly wanted to be. Sweetly but mischievously asking, ‘how can I make you feel better,Moons?’, or ‘you look stressed, maybe a shower would help?’
Exactly what Remus needed after a full moon, and the full was coming up—making it all the more difficult for Remus to keep his vastly disobedient hands to himself. To stay away from his greatest temptation and favorite indulgence, his lovely, ethereal star. Who he was now picturing sucking happily on him and looking up towards Remus with wide shining eyes, hoping to hear how well he was doing. And fuck, if Remus wasn’t weak for it. Absolutely whipped for Sirius and it wasn’t even happening. But goddamn, how the wolf inside of him wished it was.
. . .
Hogwarts, Seventh Year:
Remus was used to the moons, to the dehumanizing week leading up to them and the exhausting week after. Stress filled as he tried to make up what he had missed in class while still healing from his recently acquired injuries. Depleting from overworking himself while trying to hide that he was, trying to hide that he was injured in the first place. His friends (who he knew meant well) tiptoeing around him and acting far too concerned. Which only added to Remus’s stress as the annoyance and frustration took away from his very valuable and additionally dwindling energy—which he needed for much more important matters.
His heavy course load, almost all advanced levels, plus prefect duties and his independent study on lunar cycles (which allowed him to miss class around the full moons but also required actual academic research to be done for appearances) did not leave Remus with much free time.
During the free time he did have Remus was either sleeping or studying—or braiding Sirius’s hair because he had been so dutifully taking care of him and never once pitied Remus or coddled him, knowing that Remus wouldn’t appreciate it if he did. And Remus thought his selfless star deserved at least some kind of reward—Remus still a little too tired to fuck Sirius in the way he wanted. Besides, he knew how much Sirius loved his fingers running through his hair.
“How many braids, love?” Remus pulled Sirius to sit on the bed in front of him.
“One please, Moons,” Sirius already sounded blissful and relaxed, Remus separating the sections of hair, not even braiding them quite yet. As he began, Sirius slowly started to ease into him, leaning back into the touch and Remus had to prop him up again a few times so he could successfully continue.
“Can’t finish if you’re drooping all over me Pads,” Remus reminded as he was about halfway through, Sirius giving a dreamy hum then reluctantly straightening back up.
“Your fingers feel so good Re…” he trailed off, completely lost to the simplest feeling. Remus left Sirius’s braid loose enough that he could pull face framing pieces out of it how he liked.
“I’m sorry I can’t give you more of a reward than this quite yet. You’ve been so good takin’ care of me. Promise I’ll take care of you too when my knee heals up.” Remus finished up the braid, tying it off with the silky red ribbon that Sirius provided and leaving a pretty bow at the end. (Sirius didn’t like using regular hair ties, said they were too harsh for him and always ended up pulling strands out.) “There you go love, all done.”
Sirius pulled a few strands out in the front then twirled to fling his arms around Remus and lean comfortably into his neck.
“Thanks Re,” he spoke airily—appreciatively. “But you’re already takin’ care of me. It’s my turn to take care of you.” Sirius pulled away, one hand still present behind the nape of Remus’s neck and the other slowly sliding away but still lingering on his skin.
“You think a hot shower would help you feel better, Moons?” You help me feel better, Remus thought quite mushily, and he was glad he hadn’t said it aloud. “Maybe I could join you?” Sirius asked hopefully, and Remus’s muscles were still fairly sore—let alone that he had a hard time ever turning down his star—, so he was easily convinced.
“Yeah darling, I think it would.”
No sooner had Remus agreed than was he naked and under warm water that really did relax his muscles and had Sirius kissing up and down his neck rather feverishly and deliberately working his way even further down his body, staring in awe at his cock before looking up at Remus pleadingly. A silent ‘can I help here too?’ that Remus could hardly say no to even if he wanted to.
“Go on, love,” he allowed Sirius to sink down to his knees, loose strands of hair damp and clinging to his face, eyes reverent of what was in front of him and tongue eagerly popping out to taste what Sirius had so clearly been wanting.
“Haven’t had you in so long,” Sirius spoke before licking a wet line up Remus’s cock, taking his tip into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it, moaning at the taste. Remus looped his fingers through Sirius’s braid, letting them rest and pull on the back of his star’s head. He knew he would end up making the braid messy, undoing all of his previous work, but he couldn’t care less as Sirius slowly sucked him down. He could just rebraid the hair afterwards.
Sirius took him almost to the hilt—quite the accomplishment because Remus could hardly be mistaken for small (thanks to his lupine counterpart)—and happily moaned around it. Brought his head back and tried to do it again. Remus groaned when yet again, he did.
“Doin’ so well love, ah, fuck, that’s it,” Remus hardly held himself back from fucking into Sirius’s throat. The wolf was less active now, so he could control it. But then Sirius was taking him to the hilt, Remus delightfully hitting the back of Sirius’s throat, his star pulling off with a desperate,
“Please,” spit sloppy and falling down his mouth and pupils blown wide with lust before returning faithfully to his place sucking Remus off. His nose hitting Remus’s lower stomach and his star moaning more at the feeling of having him in his mouth, staring up at Remus with his owlish eyes that let Remus know exactly what he wanted. His tongue working diligently at pressing Remus up against his soft palate, warm and wet and so clearly needy.
“Shit, need me to fuck your pretty little mouth baby? Is that it?” Sirius nodded his head the best he could in confirmation, not willing to actually let Remus’s cock out of his mouth to answer, and that was all Remus needed before he was using his hold on Sirius’s hair for leverage and pistoning his hips into Sirius’s mouth, making him gag occasionally and his eyes water at the feeling.
And Sirius took him so well. Always did. Was always so eager to. He was a bit of a slut in that sense, but Remus couldn’t pretend that he didn’t like it. Not when Sirius was on his knees for him seconds after entering the shower—the blowjob likely the real reason Sirius had wanted to get Remus in there—taking the entirety of his length and moaning filthily around it. Only getting a few breaths in when Remus pulled him off enough for him to suck them in, but each time came with an irritated ‘Moons’, like Remus was doing him some kind of disservice by letting him breathe, so Remus tried to minimize them as much as he could.
“So fuckin’ good for me darlin,’”
“Merlin, your mouth-”
“Takin’ my cock so well,”
It didn’t take long before Remus was half out of his mind for Sirius, losing himself to the pleasure to the extent that he wasn’t letting Sirius breathe, fucking into his throat like it was his only purpose. Making Sirius moan and whine like a whore until Remus thought he might as well call him one.
“Such a pretty little slut for me, love,” he moaned somewhat mindlessly, and Sirius absolutely keened into him at it, moaning highly around his cock and taking Remus in with twice the vigor. Tear stained cheeks flushing pink and eyes going wide with a kind of blissed out wonder that Remus hadn’t yet seen to such an extent.
“Oh, you liked that, didn’t you, Pads?” Remus wiped a few tears from Sirius' blushing face, a useless gesture because inevitably more would fall, but it was more about touching Sirius. Giving the extra contact to his needy and touch craving star, who whined at the warmth and pressed into it, while Remus purposely slowed down his thrusts.
He pulled out enough to leave his tip tapping teasingly at Sirius’s wet and wanting lips—Sirius already starting a rather petulant whine when Remus tapped his cheek lightly a few times and shook his head in reprimand.
“Breathe if you want more,” Remus instructed and Sirius did, but looked unhappy about it. “We can’t have your death certificate saying you died passing out on my cock, can we?”
“What'd ya’ mean Moons? That’s the best way to go,” Sirius disagreed hoarsely. And fuck, his voice was absolutely wrecked. Remus hummed in amusement then let him have his cock again, Sirius sucking it down even more eagerly than before as Remus returned to fucking his star’s mouth like he wanted.
Sirius was desperate now, hanging onto every one of Remus’s lust filled words and letting his hands fall down to touch his own cock, allowing them to wander even further towards his hole, Remus growling in disapproval when he did.
“You know better than that Sirius,” he impolitely warned, leaning down to swat Sirius’s hand away then pulled back up to go back to taking his pleasure in his star’s pretty and willing mouth.
“Want you,” Sirius pulled off enough to whine, hoarse and hazy. He always did get a little too excited when sucking Remus off. Enjoyed it just slightly too much. It was hot, Remus couldn’t deny that, but he also couldn’t abide blatant misbehaving—no matter how turned on he was.
“And you’ll get me, love. When this is over I’ll finger that pretty hole of yours as much as you want for doin’ such a good job down there. But you have to be good for that to happen.” Remus tipped Sirius’s head up to meet his eyes. Waited for him to show he understood before Remus got back to what he was sure would turn into him coming down his star’s throat at any minute.
“I will be Moons,” Sirius promised and Remus didn’t waste any more time before going back to fucking Sirius’s throat—much more recklessly than before—until hot streams of his release were pouring into his star with a deep groan, Remus pulling out enough that Sirius could taste the last of it, sticky white come dripping out of Sirius’s mouth rather adorably as he tried his best to gulp it down without losing any of it. Whining in satisfaction when Remus scooped up the droplets on Sirius’s lips and fondly fed it to him, letting Sirius suck any remaining off of Remus’s thumb when he did.
Remus slumped down to be sitting on the floor, right at Sirius’s level, and knew that he had never felt so reverent of and grateful for the boy across from him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful Sirius,” Remus found himself admitting as he wordlessly encouraged Sirius to sit on his lap. “It should be a crime how good you are for me.” Sirius hummed softly and arranged himself until he was comfortably clinging to Remus, nuzzling into his neck until he remembered,
“You promised you’d finger me afterwards?”
Remus kissed him then brought the two of them up, keen to get Sirius on the bed and give him what he wanted. Remus thought he deserved better than to come on the uncomfortable shower floor—even if it would mean more difficult clean up and having to take yet another shower afterwards.
“Let me clean up then I promise I’ll do you one better,” he decided, because he really wasn’t feeling all that sore anymore and really Sirius had been so good lately—good enough to deserve Remus’s cock in every way he could have it.
. . .
Present Day:
“Moons?”
A knock came at the bathroom door along with Sirius’s voice, and usually it would have knocked Remus out of his lust filled daze, but the wolf was getting stronger and Remus had made the mistake of entertaining it, so lost in his fantasy that he almost registered his star’s voice as part of it.
“Um, Moons?” The voice came again.
“Just a second baby,” Remus groaned, still working himself over and not fully thinking straight. But shit, he was not supposed to say that.
‘Baby’ was leagues worse than ‘love’ and ‘darling’ because it could never be mistaken as any platonic sort of familiarity. And it became even more punishing because in his lustful stupor Remus had said it just about as sweetly as one could, let it roll off of his tongue so naturally one would think he always said it. Fond and loving and indisputably stupid, and then even more damning when Sirius’s voice, a soft little ‘o-okay,’ was all Remus needed to finish, releasing white liquid all over the shower door.
Merlin, Remus was a mess. A pathetic one too because he senselessly wished that Sirius was there to clean him up. Because he wished that he could be handsy and too familiar with Sirius like the wolf in him (and maybe Remus too) so badly wanted to. That he wouldn’t be crossing the countless lines that lay between them—and lay there for good reason. And that he could keep his goddamn pet names and hands to himself, knowing that he couldn’t actually do anything to follow them up.
Quickly, Remus cleaned himself and the shower door up, put a towel around his waist, then opened the bathroom door to see what Sirius wanted.
“Yeah Pads?” He spoke, and he probably should have given himself more time to gather his composure because Sirius was in one of the low waisted short little skirts they had gotten on their day out and that sparkly black corset with absolutely nothing else, looking a bit flustered and staring at him both adoringly and owlishly. And Remus had just masturbated to essentially the same thing.
“Pads?” Remus repeated himself. Sirius shook his head and blinked a few times, seemingly remembering why he had knocked on the door in the first place.
“I- just needed to use the bathroom. Um, if you’re done with it.”
Remus gestured for him to go in and stepped out of his way, his star mumbling,
“Th-thanks,” before heading in and closing the door behind him. And that had set Remus’s libido off again, so he groaned quietly and decided that this one would just have to go down on its own, going to get dressed and make breakfast because what else was he supposed to do?
. . .
Sirius:
“Just a second, baby,” he heard Remus address him from inside the bathroom.
So Remus was calling him ‘baby’ again. And he had said it so nicely too. Like he really meant it, really wanted to be calling Sirius ‘baby’ and ‘love’ and other things that gave Sirius all sorts of butterflies. Remus’s voice was so sweet and patient and painstakingly familiar and it was enough to make Sirius' brain short circuit for a minute before he remembered he had to respond.
“O-okay,” he muttered, standing by the door because Remus had said it would only be a second. It ended up being a little longer than a second, but not by much, Sirius hearing a groan from inside the bathroom—maybe Remus had stubbed his toe—then a bunch of shuffling noises before his Moony opened the door to him.
Shirtless.
Naked save for a towel wrapped around his waist, water droplets running down his toned chest, muscled and tanned, more of Moony's scarred skin being revealed to him than Sirius had seen in years. Remus smiling at him casually and running a large hand through his still wet hair. All that easily made Sirius’s brain’s reception cut out completely for a moment.
Remus might’ve said something but Sirius didn’t hear it. Or if he did he wasn’t able to muster a response. He heard him the second time though, a low and gravely,
“Pads?” That did not help Sirius want the man across from him any less. In fact it worked wonders in doing just the opposite. At making Sirius picture Remus saying that to him in a completely different setting. And, yeah, here it was platonic, very likely uninterested and mildly concerned, but Remus was shirtless and Sirius wasn’t thinking straight.
By some miracle he remembered the initial reason he had knocked on the door and shook himself out of his Moony filled haze with a little more difficulty than he would have anticipated. Still, Sirius had cleared his head, and that was an accomplishment.
“I- just needed to use the bathroom. Um, if you’re done with it.” He managed, and he felt a bit proud of himself when he was able to get it out in full sentences.
Remus stepped aside, gesturing for Sirius to go in and somehow Sirius was able to actually thank him then close and lock the bathroom door before steadying himself on the counter and slapping a hand over his mouth to muffle a squeal.