Chapter 12
When Remus came back downstairs after his shower—Sirius waiting for him on the couch where Remus had been kind enough to make him cozy in—his hair was still wet and his shirt clung to his stomach in places, like Remus hadn’t dried himself off very thoroughly but just thrown clothes on with still wet skin. Remus spotted him and flashed him a satisfied smile, and Sirius could tell that Moony was more clearly present in him by the way his eyes flashed slightly yellow and the smile he had sent him bordered on predatory. Sirius hardly fought down a shiver.
It was late evening by the time his Moony had come down (Remus had taken a long shower, even longer than his usual hour-long ones) but Sirius couldn’t have cared any less now that Remus was looking at him like that.
Hair dripping onto his tanned skin and reminiscent of a Greek God as Remus looked at him like that.
“Hi Moons,” Sirius grinned right back, always a little more eager to please when Moony was more active as he tended not to tolerate any disobedience.
Remus sat down next to Sirius and removed both the blanket around him and Sirius’s shirt in one swift motion. So Sirius might actually get lucky after all… Sirius indulged himself. But Remus just sniffed Sirius’s neck then shook his head in disapproval. He stood up again, telling Sirius to,
“Stay,” a little more gruff and short than usual, then disappeared back upstairs only to reappear a moment later with the sweater he had been wearing earlier that day. Remus slid it over Sirius’s head and Sirius happily put it on. Moony always wanted him to be marked as ‘his’ in some way, and while Sirius had been hoping that Moony would mark him in a very different way, this would do too.
“Better?” Sirius asked as Remus yet again sat down beside him. Remus ignored his question initially, opting to suck a couple of marks into Sirius’s neck instead. He bit into Sirius’s skin more roughly than he normally would and Sirius moaned when Moony’s incisors dug in harshly against him.
“Not nearly,” he heard eventually, the voice being deep and husky like Moony’s was. Remus went back to kissing and biting up Sirius’s neck as his hands gripped tightly around Sirius’s waist. Yes, Sirius thought, maybe his Moony changed his mind about making Sirius wait.
“Re-” he gasped as he felt himself being pushed to lay down on the couch, Remus caging him in from above. Sirius arched into him when Remus’s lips found a particularly sensitive spot in the hollow of his collarbone, and Remus pressed his tongue against it more roughly. Bit down and made Sirius whine.
“Sensitive there, love?” Remus pulled away just enough to taunt him. Haplessly, Sirius nodded. But seemingly unsatisfied, Remus pressed his thumb into the soft spot and watched how it made Sirius squirm. “Answer.” He all but ordered.
“I- yes- yes Moons,” Sirius managed and Remus removed his thumb but quickly went to search out any more spots that might make Sirius squirm, but searching for them lower this time. Remus hiked his sweater up to start leaving bites and kisses around Sirius’s stomach and waist, started at his v-line and made Sirius buck his hips up and moan in surprise when he bit harshly into the skin.
Remus chuckled at him, condescendingly, like Moony always did and pushed his hips down firmly before continuing.
“Sensitive there too,” He noted. Sirius hummed in confirmation. Felt like he was losing it under Remus’s ministrations, like he was sensitive everywhere really, or more accurately, wherever Remus touched him—Remus’s fingers digging into him so tightly that tomorrow there were bound to be bruises.
Eventually Remus pulled back, examined the state that Sirius was in, the marks he had left and hummed in satisfaction.
“So pretty,” Remus evaluated, sounding a lot more like Moony with how lowly his voice rumbled. “And so desperate for me already, aren’t you?”
Sirius whined in confirmation, genuinely believed that Remus was going to fuck him, got another condescending chuckle and thought he was going to lose it. But Remus just stood up, leaving Sirius a mess on the couch, and ran his thumb over a few of the already darkening marks fondly.
“But I think that’s enough for now,” Remus continued casually. And that broke Sirius.
“E-enough?” Sirius repeated back somewhat dumbly. Because what did Remus mean ‘enough’? After all that? There was no way that was enough. Except that it was for Remus because he nodded rather simply.
“Do me a favor, love, and keep that on for the rest of the night,” Remus instructed as he pulled Sirius’s sweater back down—well, Remus’s sweater that Sirius was wearing. Sirius nodded in understanding but couldn’t help feeling partailly unsatisfied. “Don’t go showering tonight either. I need you to smell like me.” He finished.
“I won’t,” Sirius promised, earning himself a chaste sort of kiss on his lips from Remus that Sirius knew better than to deepen.
“Good boy,” Remus rewarded when he pulled back, his voice deep and so, so satisfied, and Sirius tried to pretend that that didn’t shake him to his core. Make him want Remus more than anything, want Moony more than anything, and tried not to feel slightly bitter at the fact that he would be getting neither.
Unfazed, though, Remus offered his hand to help Sirius up, then led him into the kitchen.
“Re-” Sirius got out pointlessly. Pointlessly because he didn’t really know what he’d been planning to say—what he wanted—he’d simply said it. Thankfully, Remus all but ignored it.
“It’s time for dinner darling, and I need you with me to make you something.” Remus informed him huskily with his lips only inches away from Sirius’s ear. And Sirius probably would have fallen over had Remus not still had his hands on him holding him still.
. . .
Hogwarts, Seventh Year:
One thing Sirius absolutely melted for was Remus leading up to the full moon. Or rather, Moony when he was most present in Remus. Moony who was just like Remus in so many ways, but rougher and bolder. Moony who didn’t tolerate any disobedience from Sirius and wasn’t afraid to throw him around as easily as one would a pillow. Who was crass and demanding but still took care not to hurt Sirius in any way he didn’t want.
But more importantly, Moony always felt like the version of Remus that didn’t hesitate when he wanted something. Better yet, Moony didn’t overthink like Remus did, didn’t deny himself nearly every pleasure and indulgence for the supposed sake of others, and loved Sirius just as much as Remus did but wasn’t afraid to show him. And, yeah, Remus did show Sirius in other ways, but not by fucking the life out of him until he couldn’t walk in the morning and muttering the filthiest, most possessive, and somehow also incredibly sweet things in Sirius’s ear. Not unless Sirius had really pushed him to—or Remus was close to the full moon.
Remus always thought the worst of Moony, and went to great lengths to rein him in, which Sirius really did appreciate—knew that when those sweet nothings slipped out of Moony’s animalistic mouth that that was Remus breaking through, not Moony—but Sirius thought that Moony wasn’t so different than Remus himself, and he loved Moony just as much. Something that Remus had quite a hard time understanding but Sirius continued on with anyway.
And more selfishly, Sirius adored how his usually gentle and considerate boyfriend (who was nonetheless commanding in his own right) turned undeniably authoritative and possessive in bed around the fulls, treated Sirius much more as a toy—a thing to fuck and mark—than Remus typically would. Not that Remus wasn’t already beyond explanation in bed before, but it all got so much better—so much more heated around the fulls.
Which left Sirius sinking to his knees in front of his boyfriend after being dragged out of a room by Moony’s rough hands for bad behavior. Remus’s grip was tight, pulling harshly on his hair as Sirius leaned forward to try to lick at Remus’s cock—to apologize for his actions, and really just because he wanted his cock in his mouth—but was yanked back with a disapproving growl.
“You think you deserve it after that show you put on?” Moony’s voice was deep, dark, and lustful. Sirius whimpered at the slight pain at his scalp.
“Please Moons,” Sirius shamelessly begged, “just want you, know I don’t deserve it.” He was able to lick the underside of Remus’s cock and swirl his tongue around the tip when Remus’s grip slackened and even got to take a couple inches of him in his mouth, leaving Sirius moaning at the taste. The delightful weight of Remus’s length on his tongue.
Moony groaned in pleasure, and glad for the opportunity, Sirius took advantage of it by taking several more inches, closing his eyes and sucking like his life depended on it. It was his favorite thing, having Remus’s cock in his mouth—even larger now that the full was only days away—, second only to having Remus’s marvelous cock in him. Being speared on it by Moony like a doll that was easily at his disposal.
Remus tried to pull him back again but Sirius fought it, leaned even more into Remus’s cock as Remus yanked again at his hair, opening his eyes to stare pleadingly at his Moony, silently begging him to let him keep going.
Surprisingly, Remus relented and allowed Sirius to continue sucking him off. Sirius moaned in thanks and happily took more of him. Felt his mind clear of anything but Remus as he tapped at the back of Remus’s thighs and almost took him to the hilt greedily. Remus understood the signal—that it was Sirius asking him to let go, to fuck his mouth, and did exactly that.
Gruffly uttered,
“Greedy fuckin’ cockslut, baby,” then ruthlessly fucked into Sirius’s mouth until Sirius was gagging and had tears streaming down his cheeks. And while Remus would typically pull back, take a moment to check in and let Sirius breathe when Sirius started gagging, Moony took no such precautions. And if Sirius was completely honest, he not so secretly adored that he didn’t.
That Moony cooed,
“Havin’ a hard time takin’ my cock?” With false sympathy then jutted his hips into Sirius’s mouth harder, left him drooling around him and moaning for more, Sirius loving every second of it.
He whined when Remus hit the back of his throat and above him Moony grinned in approval.
“That’s a good boy,” Remus smoothed a hand fondly over Sirius’s cheek, wiped it over Sirius’s mascara and tear streaked face and moaned at the way Sirius hallowed his cheeks even more around him, “takin’ me just how you’re supposed to.” he finished and Sirius whined at the insinuation, the possession in his Moony’s voice and the wonderful praise that kept him afloat.
He was starting to feel spacey because he kind of couldn’t breathe, but he was drunk on Remus’s cock and refused to pull away for something as unimportant as breathing.
Moony was fucking Sirius’s throat mercilessly now, showering Sirius with a mix of degradation and praise, and Sirius’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he lost himself to the feeling. Was hard and wet in his panties but knew better than to do anything about it—despite desperately wanting to—because Moony would punish him harshly for it if he did.
Sirius could hardly make anything out besides the scattered grunts and groans that Remus released from above him, the thoughtless tingly feeling that made him want more despite having exactly what he’d wanted, how good Remus’s cock felt in his mouth, and the words that his Moony released while he was fucking into him.
“Shit, perfect fuckin’ mouth,” as Remus held Sirius down so that he was pressed against his stomach, eyes watering and looking up at Remus, who showed absolutely no pity, followed by a chuckle of, “prettiest little whore,”
A laugh as Sirius gagged and moaned simultaneously then an almost cruel coo of,
“That’s it, fuckin’ gag,” before his boyfriend went back to pistioning his hips relentlessly and using Sirius solely for his own pleasure. Remus moaned as Sirius went back to work without being asked, sloppy sounds escaping him with whines and moans of his own, a whimper when Remus groaned,
“Made to take my cock, baby,” and Sirius nodded his head the best he could with his mouth so incredibly full. He could tell that Remus was close by the way his cock twitched in his mouth, and Sirius wondered if Moony would let him swallow his spend like Remus did. Allow him to taste it properly by pulling back enough to let Sirius enjoy it. Sirius suspected not, as Moony much preferred to mark him with it. But who knew? Maybe Moony was feeling nice.
It always felt like the perfect reward for all Sirius' hard work—his Moony coming in his mouth, being able to savor every bit of it.
But Sirius certainly wasn’t about to complain about what he was offered instead, Remus pulling out of him just seconds before he was about to come then roughly telling Sirius to,
“Open your pretty little mouth,” before groaning deeply and spilling messily over Sirius’s face and in his mouth, painting him with streaks of warm white liquid then smearing it around with his fingers, leaving Sirius whining hoarsely at his favorite taste.
“That’s it,” Moony grumbled approvingly, but was quick to correct Sirius on his forgetfulness. (Something Moony was also big on was Sirius remembering his manners). “But you’re forgetting to say something, love. You know better than that.” He tutted and shook his head at Sirius’s complacency, and it took Sirius a minute, mind still hazy from being covered in come, but after a beat or so he remembered.
“I- thank you, Moons,” Sirius’s voice was entirely wrecked when he used it, but the words came out nonetheless. Though it made Sirius all the more desperate for friction on his long neglected cock, the degrading way Moony always made him say thank you every time he came inside of or on him.
Remus curled one corner of his mouth up, but didn’t seem completely satisfied, his pupils nearly black and eyes yellowing as he scoffed at Sirius then hauled him up with one arm and threw him on the bed with incredibly little effort.
“Next time remember your manners.” Moony scolded, unimpressed, then went to remove the last of Sirius’s clothing, a skirt that was soon ripped off in a single movement that took off his panties too. Tore them actually, and Sirius had liked that pair, but he was far too focused on Remus to mourn the loss as his boyfriend flipped him over, then spread Sirius’s arsecheeks and spat over his quivering hole. Rubbed his thumb over it and pushed it in, and Sirius’s knees nearly buckled at that alone.
“P-promise I will, Moons,” Sirius all but whimpered, tried his best not to push back into the pressure inside of him, wanted to behave. “I’ll be- ah,” Sirius moaned when the thumb inside of him turned into two fingers, pushing in quickly because Moony didn’t tend to take his time prepping him. “Yess- be- s-so good for you. Oh my- wanna be good, please.” Remus was curling his fingers just right inside of him, making Sirius keen as he added another finger then slapped his ass with the hand that wasn’t busy turning Sirius into a moaning mess.
That was all the prep Sirius got though, because Moony pulled his fingers out just as it was starting to feel good and unthinkingly, Sirius brought his hips back to follow them. Got a much harder slap for that as Moony declared him a,
“Spoiled fuckin’ slut,” then without any warning speared him on his longer and larger than usual cock in one go. Gave him no time to adjust to it like Remus usually did but did give him the mercy of giving Sirius a moment when he had taken him to the hilt.
Sirius moaned wantonly at the slightly uncomfortable feeling but couldn’t say he wasn’t grateful for it, being filled so completely that it made him once again forget anything else.
“Moo-Moons,” Sirius all but cried, overwhelmed, and Remus rubbed gently over the sore area of Sirius’s ass that he had slapped earlier, leaned over him and pressed a soothing kiss to the side of his neck. His voice softer and smoother now when he spoke, more distinctly Remus.
“Shh, love. You’re doing such a good job for me,” Remus turned Sirius to face him enough to place a slow and sweet kiss on his lips, pulling away with a fond smile through all the lust. A proud peck to Sirius’s cheek before he fully pulled away. “Just relax baby.”
Sirius did his best to relax around him, focus on Remus’s soft hand massaging away the pain until he felt his boyfriend’s hand move around to stroke his all but weeping dick, and was able to relax more.
“That’s it, takin’ me so well,” Remus rewarded once Sirius was making soft sounds of enjoyment and was loose enough around him for Remus to move, which he did a little more slowly for Sirius’s sake. Pulled back only halfway to give him some time to get used to it, and then the burning went away enough for it to feel good.
“Re-“ Sirius gasped as Remus continued thrusting into him, built the pace up faster with slightly more patience than Moony tended to have, and left Sirius crying out in pleasure because Remus had taken the care to intervene when he had—to regain control enough to keep Sirius from hurting and make him feel so good before Moony slowly began to take over.
It didn’t take long before Moony was fucking him just as relentlessly as he had Sirius’s mouth and Sirius was gasping for more and crying out at how good it felt, happy enough to have his face pressed into the bed and just take it while drooling on the pillow. Brokenly mewling at the wonderful abuse. Moony’s cock filling him up so well.
“Thank you- th-thank you Moons,” Sirius found himself muttering over and over again, mixed with pleases and “oh, Merlin, more,”
“It’s never enough, is it?” Moony all but growled, punctuated with a particularly hard thrust. “Could fuck you for days but you’d still want more. Shit - can never get enough of my cock, can you?” Cock dumb, Sirius didn’t realize that that had been a rhetorical question and nodded his head rapidly in response.
“L-love it s’much-” he panted desperately, the spend still on Sirius’s face starting to become tacky as Remus brought his finger up to feed some of it into Sirius’s mouth. Sirius eagerly licked it up, moaned at the privilege of getting to taste it again, then gasped as the pace increased, Remus’s hands moving to hold him still at his hip and press him down into the bed as Moony found that perfect spot inside of him that made Sirius see stars.
Sirius wailed when he found it, arched into him heavily and got a gruff but satisfied,
“Good boy, love,” in return. Sirius whined at the praise and mindlessly muttered,
“Just for you,” before he was flipped over again so that he could face Remus while he fucked him. He wasn’t sure if it was more Remus or Moony that crashed their lips together to kiss him, but Sirius enjoyed it regardless of who was in charge at the moment, keened again as Moony pinched his nipples with wet fingers and growled approvingly in his ear.
“So smart, baby, remembering who you belong to.”
. . .
The night had ended with Sirius unsurprisingly, drenched in his Moony’s come, both inside and out. Nearly limbless and still shaky from his multiple orgasms by the time Moony’s needs were satiated and Remus slipped back in, always so sweet to him after Moony had been so rough with Sirius.
Sirius was still somewhat out of his mind when he felt a series of soft and unexpected kisses on his neck and face, heard his boyfriend speak to him but was only able to make out part of it.
“…so well, darling…” was all Sirius was able to decipher in his spent and sleepy state.
“Hm?” He opened his eyes more fully—as they had been drooping closed—and furrowed his brows at Remus in confusion. If Remus was praising him he wanted to hear the whole thing.
“I was just telling you how well you did, love. How perfect you were for me. I know I was fairly rough with you but I’m gonna clean you up now.” Remus cupped Sirius’s face with one hand, his voice warm as he gently guided Sirius to lay more comfortably on the pillows.
Remus must have left sometime while Sirius was still out of it because he didn’t have to get up to retrieve a wet rag that he began running over Sirius’s come covered skin. Softly cleaning it off then leaving kisses in the areas where the liquid had been, so it didn’t feel too lonely not having it there anymore.
Sirius hummed in content as Remus tossed away the rag and worked over him with his fingers, massaged his skin and littered him with praises while he did, muttered,
“You did so well sweet boy,” with a kiss at Sirius's temple. Took a second, softer fabric and delicately cleaned Sirius up in his more sensitive areas. Wiped all the leftover liquids from Sirius’s now flaccid length, making Sirius whimper ever so slightly at the sensitivity. But Remus calmed him quickly, giving a short kiss to his hips and murmuring,
“It’s okay, Pads. You’re alright,” and got a reassured nod from Sirius in return, a soft,
“I trust you, Re,” before Remus moved on to his raw and still tender hole, where warm white liquid was leaking out despite Sirius doing his best to keep it in, clenching uselessly to keep as much of his Moony inside him as possible. Sirius whined when Remus gently started cleaning it away, but it was less at the slight pain over the sore area, but the fact that Remus was removing what Sirius so desperately wanted to hold onto.
“Still sore?” Remus paused his efforts and looked up at him questioningly. But Sirius shook his head no. He was sore, but that wasn’t it.
“Wanna keep it in,” he brought his head up from the pillows to admit somewhat sadly, and got an understanding hum from his Moony that he hoped was some kind of agreement. Before he knew it Remus was pulling something out of a drawer in his bedside table—something small and black—then easing a finger into Sirius’s hole that slowly turned into two. Not moving them too much, but keeping everything in. Sirius hummed at the contented feeling of being filled again. He always felt so empty after Remus removed himself.
Soon Remus was introducing the small black object as he pulled his fingers away, leaning up to be at Sirius’s level again before touching it to Sirius’s slightly overworked skin, not pushing in yet.
“This might hurt a little, baby,” Remus warned before enveloping Sirius in a warm and very distracting kiss, pressing what must have been a toy or a plug into him slowly. Sirius gasped into the kiss, feeling the soreness more now, but was soothed by his boyfriend’s tongue and warm hand holding him steady at his back—angling Sirius upwards a little more to make it easier for him. “Relax for me darling,” Remus instructed and Sirius was quick to do just that, moaning softly when the plug was all the way in. Not too intrusive and almost as nice as being filled by his Moony, Remus kissed him again with an approving hum, and Sirius felt so much better.
Remus finished wiping the remaining stickiness away from where it had leaked out, extra gently around Sirius’s plugged up hole, before tossing that rag away too and moving up to hold Sirius against him.
“I’m so proud of you, love,” Sirius heard as Remus kissed his forehead, “so grateful for you.” And Sirius closed his droopy eyes and smiled happily at Remus’s words. Felt warm and tingly all over, cozy and cared for while Remus continued his touch.
“Moons,” Sirius hummed groggily, felt so good even though he was so fucked out, exhausted, and would likely be sore in the morning.
“Go to sleep if you need to, darling, I’ll be right here with you.” Remus arranged him so that he was laid half on top of his Moony’s chest—Remus’s arm holding him securely to his side, and Sirius comfortably cuddled into him, relaxed, safe and wholly content against his boyfriend, who held him like Sirius was the most valuable thing in the world to him even after ruining him completely on his cock.
It wasn’t long before Sirius fell asleep on him, and felt Remus kiss the top of his head right before he drifted off completely. Sending him off to sleep with the widest and purest kind of smile.
. . .
Present Day:
Sirius had been placed on the kitchen counter and told to stay there by Remus while he was making dinner—a somewhat raw and bloody steak for Remus (given that the full was so close), along with some quickly made sides that Sirius assumed were for him—and found himself being touched in some way nearly the entire time. With Remus’s hand creeping up his thigh, resting heavily there but never getting close enough to give Sirius any sort of genuine pleasure. Being kissed again on his throat while Remus reached over him to get something out of the pantry, hands slipping his sweater up just to see the marks Remus had left then slipping it back down.
And worse, Remus’s deeper and scratchier than usual voice showering him with small talk and intermittent compliments while he cooked. Expecting Sirius to reply just as casually as Remus did.
“I had a nice shower, darling,” Remus moved his hand higher up Sirius’s thigh, inches away from where Sirius needed him, left it there tantalizingly but smoothed his thumb across the bare skin. “I thought of you.” Remus added more lowly, stepping closer and squeezing his thigh for emphasis. Sirius gulped, because what did that mean? Why was Remus thinking about him in the shower? What was he thinking about Sirius in the shower?
“You- you did?” Sirius attempted to keep his voice even despite his nerves. Remus leaned in and kissed the shell of his ear, answered him there, because of course he couldn’t give Sirius a moment's peace.
“Very fondly,” he confirmed, making Sirius’s breath hitch. He crossed his legs to hide what was definitely a boner. Prayed it would go down so he didn’t completely embarrass himself. Remus made a ‘hm’ sound like he knew then pulled away, lifting Sirius off of the counter and placing him on the floor as easily as one would a paperweight.
By the time they got to the table Sirius was only barely holding himself together, his Moony far too good at making a mess of him, and Sirius was sure he wasn’t even trying. Even Remus pulling Sirius’s chair out for him like he always did made Sirius trip over his own feet, forcing himself to take deep breaths in and out when Remus easily readjusted him. To focus on the food and how Sirius had less on his plate than Remus did so he didn’t focus on Remus’s strong arms and secure hold.
But it was weird, because Remus usually fed him slightly too much, always wanting Sirius to eat more than he typically did—wouldn’t let him skip meals or push away food if Remus knew Sirius hadn’t been eating. And now he had small servings of side dishes while Remus’s plate was nearly full. But before he could consider questioning it, Remus spoke up.
“They’re supposed to pair well with rabbits,” he explained neutrally. “I want to make sure you’re taking care of yourself, love.” Immediately Sirius furrowed his brows in opposition— did Remus really expect him to suck the life out of a small animal at the dinner table like it was nothing?
“But-” he started but Remus put his hand up.
“In the yard, Pads, don’t worry. But you won’t be fighting me on this. The decision’s already been made.” Remus elaborated, not unkindly, but not in a way that allowed any sort of debate either. And then there really wasn’t anything left to say. Remus very rarely put his foot down like that, but when he did it was always for Sirius’s benefit. And Sirius knew better than to argue it, so he nodded begrudgingly but still felt the warmth of his Moony looking out for him. Deciding that something would be the case because he knew Sirius wouldn’t take care of it himself. Because at the end of the day Remus always looked out for him. Even when Sirius fought him, even when he ran, and even when he did things that he would’ve thought unforgivable but Remus forgave anyway.
Sirius had been absolutely horrid to him, but there Remus was, taking care of him anyway. Possibly, in Sirius’s absolute wildest dreams, loving him anyway.