Chapter 17
Something Sirius had forgotten about northern Wales was just how much it tended to rain, and this year it was particularly bad. Nearly every day for a week it had either rained, hailed, or snowed, and in fact had poured so much that it made the streets permanently slushy and wet with half melted snow, hardened only by plenty of (very dangerous, according to Remus) black ice. Additionally the snow had all but locked them in, piling so high that it rose halfway up the cottage’s windows and they’d had to shovel out a pathway just so that they could open the door.
And while usually Sirius might be upset about the poor weather, antsy from staying inside for too long—and Remus was already complaining about how much of a chore it was just to run to shops—a large part of himself was actually grateful to be snowed in with his Moony. Beyond thrilled when the weather caster on Remus’s television predicted ten more days of this, because that meant he could continue being so close to his maybe one day future boyfriend. To cuddle by the fireplace wrapped up in a semi-scratchy blanket that he didn’t even notice the texture of because he was also wrapped in Remus’s arms.
It meant Sirius could continue to wake up in the mornings next to his Moony—whose bed he slept in regularly under the excuse of needing the extra body heat with such frigid temperatures—and be dressed in Remus’s warmest woolen sweaters without so much as a word. And that Sirius got more cuddles all around because Remus took one look at Sirius, already all bundled up in Remus’s sweater and thick winter socks, and grumbled ‘won’t have you freeze to death’ while opening his arms for him and beckoning him over. And after the last moon, after Remus had finally made Sirius his in the most permanent way possible, and now that Sirius felt every one of Remus’s protective urges—warm in his stomach like melted butter or Remus’s tea on a cold and icy day—all Sirius wanted was to satisfy them.
To be as close as possible to his Moony even when he was already as close as he could get. On Remus’s lap and pressed up against him enough that he could properly feel his pulse, fall asleep listening to his heartbeat then wake up to soft kisses and warm fingers pressed into his forehead and dancing up his side. Humming contentedly as Remus read Mary Shelly and muttered what otherwise would have been his written annotations if he hadn’t refused to move Sirius off of him to get a pen.
Whether Remus obliged Sirius out of some kind of friendly duty or because he too enjoyed the closeness had ceased to be such a persistent question as now Sirius could feel that his Moony did enjoy it too. And aside from the reaffirming security that came with the bond, and the increased possessiveness that Remus had developed since, one of Sirius’s favorite parts about it had to be how he could speak to Remus without so much as opening his mouth. How Remus could send thoughts back, and how his voice sounded so much more relaxed and rumbly, his Welsh accent so much more distinct, when he did.
So Sirius spent a near excessive amount of time asking him stupid questions, starting up internal conversations with Remus, just so that he could hear that rich gravelly voice, one that was a perfect combination of Remus and Moony’s, as often as he could. Remus never seemed bothered when he did, happy to answer every one of Sirius’s unnecessary questions, indulging Sirius as if they weren’t stupid at all, and was even more free with praise and pet names when he responded.
Just out of the shower and shirtless in front of Sirius, pulling him in closer to him by the waist, Sirius shivered at the timber of Remus’s voice as he practically purred,
‘You’re free to join me anytime, baby’ in response to Sirius jokingly asking if showering together would cut down on what Sirius could only imagine must be quite an expensive water bill. Sirius had expected some kind of playful quip from Remus that he could easily muster a response to but hadn’t been prepared for the sultry invitation that he had gotten instead. Even less so for the addition of, ‘I can think of a few ways you could be rather useful if you did’ that came with a dirty smile and a squeeze at Sirius’s waist, both emphasizing the filthy insinuation. And Sirius was going to say that showering together would be good environmentally too, or possibly joke about how good he looked all lathered up in soap, but now all he could think about was Remus’s cock and why it wasn’t in him right that second. Why Remus wasn’t naked entirely, Sirius’s mind going blank to anything else.
Sirius hadn’t realized how deeply within himself he had been, nor how long he had been internally drooling over his Moony’s currently covered cock, until Remus shook out his hair like a wet dog, water droplets spraying everywhere and bringing Sirius out of his lustful stupor. Sirius gasped in surprise that turned into an exaggerated sort of outrage, complaining,
“You got me all wet, Moons!” While Remus just grinned, pulling off Sirius’s dampened shirt and using it to wipe the remaining water droplets off of Sirius’s face and neck, humming in falsified pity with equal dramatics. Planted kisses on Sirius’s neck that really just got more of his wet hair in Sirius’s face, defeating the point of drying Sirius off in the first place.
Murmured, “how dare I, baby,” into Sirius’s skin in between alternating soft and sultry kisses. Tongue laving over the bite mark that Remus had given him a few days ago and Sirius couldn’t help noticing just how good it felt when he did.
“Your hair’s still- ah- wet, Re. Need to dry it,” Sirius only half heartedly held his stance on the hair issue, words all too breathy and interrupted when they came out, and Sirius all too lost to Remus’s sinful ministrations. Blurred with the thought that they weren’t sinful enough. Remus only paused his exploration after a quick nip at Sirius’s skin that drew out a muffled whimper from Sirius to remark,
“‘M air drying it,” in a bit of a grumble.
“You’re getting me wet,” Sirius whined in response, hooking his arms around Remus’s neck as he resumed sucking marks into Sirius neck, though Sirius wasn’t sure he cared if Remus was getting him wet or not anymore as Remus lifted him up by the thighs and used one hand to slide up the interior of them.
“I’m horrible,” Remus commented nonchalantly with his hand in between Sirius’s legs, and Sirius hardly had it in him to gasp,
“You are,” before Remus was getting him wet in another way and Sirius locked his ankles around Remus as if that would get rid of it. But Remus only hummed sympathetically and pressed Sirius up against a wall to ask,
“Want me to make it up to you?” In a husky rumble with a quirked brow and far too much confidence.
. . .
Year After Graduation, The Lupin’s Cottage, Christmas Eve:
Sirius had had an enjoyable but awkward at times present opening experience in which Remus’s dad, Lyall had made a stilted but notable effort to be accepting of Sirius and Remus’s relationship, the poor man darting his eyes between them in confusion before harshly swallowing a sip of his beer and adding,
“You know I once went camping with a lad-” to which Remus interrupted him with a long-suffering groan.
“Da, not this story again,” Remus tried to interject to no avail as Lyall shook his head at him and continued.
“Good lad, shared a tent with him. Not a sleeping bag, mind you, but a tent. And we had a good time. Camping. Not that I knew of his- well, he was like you boys in that he liked lads,” Hope offered Sirius an apologetic smile and a small sigh, as if she knew they were bordering into dangerous territory, but Sirius waved it away and Lyall barreled on just as stiltedly. “But that’s the moral of the story- I would still go camping with him. And I’d camp with you boys- separate tents,” Hope gripped her husband’s arm tightly and through gritted teeth warned,
“Lyall…” to which Lyall winced and tried again, which with the way Hope was looking at him was probably not a great idea.
“Not for that reason- The point is I’d go camping with you. I’d be happy to take you camping anytime, lads.” Lyall finally amended. And Sirius didn’t particularly want to go camping but he appreciated the effort, Remus gripping his hand under the table and assuring him,
“You do not have to go camping,” to which Sirius nodded but made sure to thank Lyall for his offer anyway because he didn’t want to be rude. Although the whole time all Sirius was really thinking about was the way Remus had pulled him aside earlier and promised to fuck him as soon as they were done opening presents.
True to his word, it didn’t take Remus long to make an excuse to his parents and slip Sirius up the stairs and in the direction of his room, a lingering hand on Sirius’s lower back promising to relieve the pressure that had been building between Sirius’s thighs the whole evening. Sirius’s legs were already slightly wobbly in anticipation. But Sirius didn’t have to wait long as nearly the second they were inside Remus’s room Remus had him pinned underneath him on his bed, Remus’s hand snaking underneath Sirius’s dress to quite literally rip his panties off instead of simply sliding them down his legs, lowly muttering,
“Useless fuckin’ things,” and exposing Sirius to the elements. Sirius sucked in an all too short breath at the movement and pouted,
“I liked those,” before Remus kissed him half lustfully half apologetically and his voice was husky and sinfully deep when he answered,
“I’ve been waiting to fuck you all evening, darlin’. I’ll buy you new ones,” then distractedly as his eyes raked over Sirius’s body, “fuck, you look good in red.” Sirius felt his body flush at the comment, his cheeks heating especially as Remus simply hiked his dress up to his waist instead of bothering to take the thing off, making good on his promise to fuck Sirius in it.
But Sirius had been waiting all evening too, and was just as desperate as Remus, if not more so, absolutely aching when Remus tossed him on his stomach and spread his legs only to growl irritably and take his hands off of him.
Sirius snapped his head around to look at his boyfriend, mouth wide open in questioning and Remus rubbed a placating hand over the uncovered base of Sirius’s spine before planting a kiss in that same area and shaking his head to himself.
“It’s not you, baby,” Remus offered when Sirius furrowed his brows at him, “almost forgot to give you your present,”
“You already gave me my present…” Sirius tugged at Remus’s shirt, wanting more than anything for it to come off. Remus obliged him but shook his head nonetheless.
“Not the real one. That one I wanted to give you in private,” Remus kissed him once again and Sirius couldn’t deny the butterflies in his stomach at the rumble of his boyfriend’s voice, the hands that crept up Sirius’s torso and had him tingling with anticipation, breathily asking,
“What is it?”
Remus hummed contemplatively, then smirked. Sirius knew he was in for it whenever he saw that smirk, and his fate was set in stone when Remus asked, “You want the present or my cock first?”
Sirius didn’t even need a second to think before answering, “cock,” perhaps a little too quickly.
. . .
Present Day, Remus’s Cottage:
Sirius woke up to his favorite things in the world, Remus’s morning voice and slightly scratchy stubble near his ear, Remus’s warm calloused fingers tucking a stray piece of hair behind Sirius’s ear. A low murmur of,
“Wake up, love. It’s snowing.” Sirius cracked his eyes open and smiled sleepily at his favorite person in the world. His mate. Sirius smiled a little more when he remembered that.
“Moons, it’s been snowing,” he answered softly as he took in Remus’s mussed up hair and typical morning disarray. His shirtless chest and low slung pajama pants before Remus leaned in to place a kiss on Sirius’s nose.
“Mm, but you always used to tell me to wake you up as soon as it started snowing,” Remus hummed fondly, “I’m just following orders.”
Sirius yawned a great big yawn and stretched his limbs expressively as he sat up, kissing his favorite person once on the lips and slinging his arms around his shoulders, shifting himself to sit in Remus’s lap and trying his very best not to focus too heavily on just how much of Remus’s v-line was revealed to him thanks to those plaid pants that seemed to be designed purely to test Sirius’s very poor ability to keep his hands to himself so early in the morning. It took perhaps an embarrassing amount of self restraint not to jump Remus’s bones right then and there, but Sirius rather remarkably managed not to. Not that Remus was making things any easier for him with his wandering hands and gravelly morning voice.
“Coffee, love?” Remus kissed over the mark he had left on Sirius’s neck before nodding in the direction of the bedside table, where there was a tray with a few cups of coffee waiting. Grateful for the distraction, Sirius couldn’t help but feel warm and fluttery inside at how Remus had gone out of his way to prepare such a thing for him. He cuddled closer into his Moony to question,
“With caramel syrup and milk?” Poking his nose lightly into Remus’s neck and feeling a warm hand come up to lay across his back.
“Sweet like you, I know how you take it, baby,” Remus rearranged him to sit sideways on his lap then reached over Sirius to hand him his cup, Sirius nearly melting into Remus at the gesture. Sirius hummed happily after he took the first sip of his coffee. Generously sugary and warm, just how he liked it.
“Thanks, Moons,” he breathed as he leaned more heavily into Remus’s shoulder. Took another sip then decided, “We should go out in it today, have a snowball fight or something,”
”Mm,” Remus hummed noncommittally as he stroked a hand up Sirius’s side, pressed his face into Sirius’s hair as if to smell it only to press a kiss to Sirius’s temple then another at his hairline. “Whatever you’d like, mon cœur,” Remus added, “though I don’t think my old man joints will thank me for that one.”
The nickname was new, tender and lazy as the French curled intriguingly with Remus’s Welsh accent—heavy and rich in the mornings. Slipped in like it was nothing, far too casually as if Sirius wouldn’t notice. Wouldn’t notice that Remus had just called him ‘his heart’ in French as if he did so every day. If Sirius was Remus’s heart, Sirius couldn’t help himself from wondering, did that mean he had it? That Remus loved him that much?
Sirius nearly swooned at his Moony’s answer, the honeyed words embracing him around all sides like a heated blanket, Remus’s voice a low rumble as his fingers trailed lazily around Sirius’s exposed skin. Made him want Remus lower, higher, anywhere but that lovingly unsexual area right around his ribs. And Sirius couldn’t tell if it was his heart pounding out of his chest or his dick hardening in his pants that made him launch himself against Remus for a kiss, almost spilling some of his so thoughtfully made coffee as Remus just chuckled and kissed him back.
“A bit eager, aren’t we darling?” Sirius nearly moaned at the tenor of the thought that rang through his mind, rough like his mate’s stubble against his face because Remus needed to shave. Rich welsh words making Sirius bleary with want as all he could do was nod against the sanctity of Remus’s lips, whine a little when Remus took the coffee cup from his tenuous grip and set it aside before moving that hand to its frequented spot upon Sirius’s ass.
To gasp, “Moons-” in a broken breath he shared with Remus because he couldn’t be bothered to break away from him and he was so near losing himself to his lust when Remus pulled away. Slapped his ass as if that as well as the nickname was rather ordinary then sucked a blossoming handful of bruises around the area where Sirius’s collar typically sat on his neck. Indulgent, lazy, as if they had all day. As if Sirius wasn’t still reeling from the saccharine smattering of French earlier, as if he wasn’t hard and wet in his pants, thoughts too clouded over with lust for English to make any sense…
“S’il te plaît, Moons- basie-moi,” Sirius pleaded, completely blanking on the fact that Remus didn’t actually know French, wouldn’t be able to tell that Sirius was senselessly begging to be fucked, even if Sirius’s strung out tone and broken apart breaths made it obvious enough.
But Remus only chuckled and sent Sirius a thought yet again—likely because his mouth was still occupied elsewhere—, rather amused,
“All in good time, baby,” the words were husky and far too casual as Remus toyed with one of Sirius’s nipples with the softly callused pad of thumb, detached his lips only to mumble, “so pretty for me,” while Sirius was trying and failing to wrap his haze filled head around the revelation that Remus did know what Sirius had said.
Sirius furrowed his brows and forced himself to lean just an inch or two away from his Moony to think at least somewhat clearly, still fumbling over his words a bit when he was able to ask, “Moons, do- do you know French?”
Remus only nodded and graced Sirius with another brief but wondrous kiss.
”It was meant to be an anniversary surprise, but I’m afraid I’ve gone and spoiled it,” he noted with some remorse, kissing Sirius again before tacking on, “living with you made learning it far easier. I think I absorbed a good amount from listening to you talk in your sleep.”
“Wha-” Sirius was barely able to process the new information, too wrapped up in Remus’s fingers shedding him of his scant undergarments, laying him down on the bed then seamlessly tying his wrists together above his head with those same dampened undergarments. The slick in places red panties securely restricting Sirius’s movements, and Remus practically purred,
”You don’t mind, do you, darling?” Remus’s gaze raking over Sirius's lax and needy form in search of anything but Sirius’s soft and immediate submission. Sirius could only arch his back in need, and nod, but Remus tutted and tilted Sirius’s chin up to look at him.
“I need your consent verbally, love. You know that,” Remus reminded him in what felt like a gentle warning, making Sirius melt like butter as his thumb went to smooth circles into the recently revealed skin of Sirius’s hip—so close to where he needed him, but not close enough.
“I don’t mind- I- please yes,” Sirius all but panted, needy right down to his core, clouded over but not enough to slip fully into it yet. Remus’s patient and teasing touches made him feel uncomfortably glued to the bed, made him want something else, but Remus was already well ahead of him.
“Your mind is racing too quickly for you to keep up, isn’t it, love?” Sirius whined and nodded. Because it was. He needed- well he didn’t know what he needed, but it wasn’t being kissed and played with on the plush mattress behind him. Even though he wanted that too…
“S’agenouiller.” (“Kneel”), Remus ordered and Sirius was lightning quick to obey. Sank to his knees and let them hit the ground in less than a second while Remus only just managed to kick a pillow under his knees in time, and it all felt so much better once he had. The fog of confusion cleared immediately and was replaced with the far more comfortable one of submission, a cottony peace that allowed him to feel loved and cared for as Remus twined his fingers in Sirius’s hair, let him hum at the feeling and lean trustingly into Remus’s knee. Relaxed instead of recklessly needy, although his need was still present enough to make Sirius need to rub his thighs together in a desperate search for friction.
Fuck, Sirius belatedly processed, Remus had told Sirius to kneel in French, which meant he had purposefully learned how to say it in French, and likely lots of other things that Sirius didn’t have the time to think about as Remus cooed,
“Good boy,” and everything else flew out of his head, approval thick in Remus’s voice and running down over Sirius like honey. As Remus allowed Sirius to suck his fingers into his mouth after they brushed tenderly over his lips, instructing him to,
“Take ‘em like you take my cock, love,” and Sirius did just that, moaning around Remus’s fingers and swirling his tongue around them while he gazed up at his Moony in search of approval. And he was lucky enough to receive it when Remus groaned and muttered, “fucking gorgeous, baby,” causing Sirius to whimper slightly at the compliment. The area between his legs was far too slick, far too untouched, and so in need of Remus’s fingers to make him feel better as he ground himself just slightly upon the palm of his hand, hoping it would go unnoticed, before Remus tutted and pushed his hand away from him in warning.
“If you want me to be nice, darling,” Remus spoke in his no-nonsense tone that always managed to send a slight shiver down Sirius’s spine, “you’ll keep those pretty hands of yours to yourself.” Sirius whined in objection, thinking that he wouldn’t have had to do so if Remus would just touch him, but Remus allowed him no reprieve from it as he easily tossed Sirius back upon the bed, spreading his knees apart as he positioned Sirius ass up on his elbows and knees.
“Moons, please-” Sirius was only half aware of himself gasping, and only seconds later he felt Remus’s tongue licking a stripe over the tightness of his hole.
“So impatient, baby,” Sirius could feel the roughness of Remus’s stubble against him as Remus licked around him then eased his tongue inside, pulling a moan from Sirius as he thoughtlessly pushed against the wonderful intrusion, seeking out more of it. But Remus only chuckled, a strong hand on his hip keeping Sirius in place as he continued his work and Sirius nearly keened in pleasure.
He released a broken apart, “Moo-oons,” as Remus eased one of his still slickened fingers into Sirius and chuckled rather fondly at him.
“You know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” Remus rumbled above him, pressing a kiss to Sirius’s shoulder as one finger slowly turned into two. “Get you moaning like such a good little whore for me?” Sirius sucked in a shaky breath as he felt Remus’s other hand squeeze the supple flesh of his ass. He let out another moan as Remus’s fingers worked inside of him so well, filling him so close to enough. Sirius rather carelessly wondered if Remus would finally fill him with what he wanted so badly to be filled with, if Remus would finally let him take his cock.
Caught up in his thoughts, and doused with a new sort of need altogether, Sirius couldn’t quite decipher if the questions Remus had asked him were rhetorical or not—if he wanted Sirius to answer. Remus’s tongue briefly joined his fingers in Sirius’s ass and had him nearly keening before Remus slowly added yet another finger.
“I think three should do it,” Remus commented, likely more to himself than Sirius, and Sirius tried not to get his hopes up while simultaneously doing exactly that. Thinking that today could be the day, and crying out at the additional fullness. It had been so long since his Moony had properly fucked him, so long since Sirius had had Remus’s absolutely godly cock in his ass…
Sirius wanted to reply that three fingers might not do it, that it had been so long that he wasn’t sure if he could take Remus in his entirety—remembering just how big his Moony was—but he didn’t want to run the risk of Remus not fucking him at all, and he still wasn’t sure if Remus was actually planning on fucking him or not, so he kept his mouth shut.
Remus worked his fingers a few more times inside of Sirius, curling them just right, before removing them and pressing a kiss into the side of Sirius’s neck. Instructing him to, “Relax for me now, love,” before Sirius felt Remus entering him with his cock, giving Sirius plenty of time to adjust to his size and letting Sirius feel every inch of him as Sirius’s mouth fell open in a silent moan and Sirius had no idea how he had gone so long without Remus inside him. Thanked Merlin internally for letting him have Remus this way again, then thought rather haplessly that he should probably be thanking Remus himself.
He let out a half choked, “Thank you, Moons,” as he felt Remus slide into him fully and uselessly squeezed around him, earning himself a low, rough, grunt from Remus and a hard thrust inward after Remus pulled out enough to do so. A squeeze on the side of his waist as Sirius felt himself being pushed more deeply into the bed.
“Oh don’t thank me yet whore. Fuck, forgot how goddamn good you feel,” Remus’s voice was a smoky rumble that left Sirius plaint and loose limbed for him as he whined with every incoming snap of Remus’s hips against him. Remus found his prostate near immediately, even after all that time, and had Sirius making all kinds of filthy desperate noises in no time. Sirius worried that he might even come soon from Remus’s expert ministrations, but knew better than to let himself go so early on. Wanted to come with his Moony, and only when his Moony told him he could, but Remus was so good and he hadn’t had him in so long…
“Dunno if I can-” Sirius mewled as Remus bit harshly into his neck, smoothed it over with his tongue and made him gasp, “ahh, -can last,” But Remus only hummed against him, pulled Sirius’s body up to have him resting against his chest and placed the hand that wasn’t holding Sirius against him around the base of Sirius’s cock.
“You’ll last, love,” Remus informed him gruffly as he rutted up into Sirius, and fuck, it felt so much better from that angle-
Sirius released what had to be a somewhat pitiful and indisputably needy wail as Remus fucked into him vigorously and Sirius let his head fall back upon his shoulder. Remus supported his weight nearly entirely as Sirius fell slacker and more wanton against him with every loving but punishing thrust.
Sirius felt Remus’s large and calloused hand come to rest over his stomach as Remus lowly cursed,
“Fuck, I can feel myself inside you,” and Sirius was sure that he was at least half incoherent with every sound he was making as Remus replaced his hand with Sirius’s own and Sirius let out an unrestrained moan when he could feel Remus inside him too. Could feel Remus’s hand come to wrap around his neck and press just enough to make Sirius see stars, to make him disappear entirely into that ethereal haze where nothing else existed but Remus. But Remus’s girthy cock inside him, Remus’s grunts and groans and filthy strings of praise in his ear, and Remus’s muscled chest against his back, his large hand pressing against Sirius’s throat, and the muddled ecstasy of having his Moony this way.
“Open your eyes, baby,” Remus commanded with a particularly hard plunge inwards, more of a growl really as Sirius obeyed, only then realizing that he’d closed them. Only then realizing that Remus had him right in front of a mirror, as his Moony tilted his chin just so to ensure he saw it, and Sirius felt his face heat wildly when he saw his reflection. Watched himself being split apart on Remus’s cock and held against him with Remus’s strong hand, mouth hanging open and drool running down his chin from Remus’s fingers in his mouth—his body so small against his Moony’s. So blatantly torn apart and nearly in tears from his Moony’s manhandling…
Indisputably depraved as Sirius noticed the smattering of hickies decorating his skin, felt and saw Remus’s hand that had been holding his dick hostage pump him so deliciously, Sirius couldn’t stop himself from crying out at the additional touch. At Remus’s grumble as he bit just underneath his ear and tugged Sirius by his hair, exposing more of his neck to him.
“Gonna make you feel me for days, baby,” Remus promised as his thrusts became sharper and more powerful, Sirius whining at the lewd slapping sounds and harsh change of pace. He was nearly certain that he wouldn’t last any longer.
“Can- can I come, Moons?” Sirius pleaded on trembling knees, voice high and strung out, vision blurred from pleasure and bleary. A rough tug at his nipples nearly ended him right there and then, and Sirius cried out as Remus only fucked him harder. Cooed,
“So sweet of you to ask, love, but you’ll come when I tell you to.” Sirius let out a hapless wail at the denial and somewhat mercifully Remus’s hand fell from from his dick, catching a few drops of precum and bringing them to Sirius’s mouth, warm but authoritative as he tapped once at Sirius’s lips in a wordless command to open them.
“Clean up your mess, pretty thing,” Remus’s voice was smooth and commanding as he slid his fingers into Sirius’s mouth and watched intently as Sirius licked them clean. When he was done Remus examined them then purred, “Such a good boy, darling. Knew that mouth of yours could be useful after all.”
Sirius’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as Remus lifted one of his legs and the new angle had him sobbing senselessly for more, useless pleas falling from his apparently useful mouth in troves.
“Feels’s’good, Moons-” mixing with brokenly wailed “please”s and “Love you”s and before Sirius knew it he was nearly over the edge and begging to come again, begging for Remus to let him as Remus’s hand went back to his dick only to wrap around the base of it and deny him again.
Cooly hummed, “not yet, darlin’,” and fucked him so much harder that Sirius knew he would come the instant that Remus let go of him as Remus rumbled, “gotta make you feel me first.” There was a certain possession and intensity in Remus’s tone that made Sirius want to give him just that, to surrender to him completely, whether he got to come or not and Sirius was sure he was losing any and all coherency as he whined,
“Just wanna- ahh- m-make you feel go-ood, Moons,” and fucking forgot about his desperate desire to come as Remus turned his head to face his and kissed him with plenty of tongue, Sirius losing himself in the in the slightly sloppy kiss until Remus pulled away and he realized that Remus’s thrusts were getting sloppier too and Remus might just let him come soon.
Remus’s eyes were blown wide with lust and laser focused on him as Remus moved Sirius once again to lay down on his back on the bed, arms landing on either side of him as Remus gave him yet another kiss and reentered him with a deep and appreciative groan.
“My sweet star, so fucking desperate to come and still you’re worried about me feelin’ good,” Remus was slower and more intentional with his thrusts as he kissed and bit into Sirius’s collarbone and neck, and Sirius felt his cheeks burning as his previous eagerness melted into something soft and centered, as Remus pumped his dick steadily and firmly, not stopping his movements inside him. As Remus switched from fucking Sirius’s brains out to making love to him, talking to him all the while, praise showering over him with the pleasure as Sirius relaxed into his Moony’s tender touch.
As Remus huskily muttered, “Come for me, baby,” before spilling inside him, filling Sirius up with warm liquid that had Sirius coming no less than seconds later, Remus’s name on his lips and back arching into his Moony as he did. White streams of release spurting across Sirius’s chest as Remus filled him from the inside, left Sirius full and messy, so completely blissed out that he nearly forgot how to breathe.
It took him a while to come down from his high, Sirius only vaguely aware of soft kisses being peppered over his face, of warm words that Sirius hoped were praise but couldn’t quite make out, and Remus’s cock still in him but unmoving as he felt his Moony’s come leak out in between his legs, but more of it warm and still inside of him. His eyes fluttered shut and his body was entirely slack from all that Remus had offered him.
“Need a picture of you like this…” was the first thing that Sirius heard properly before he opened his eyes again, smiling sappily at the man above him.
“Hi, Moons,” Sirius hummed contently at how Remus’s fingers tenderly worked through the tangles in his hair and scraped softly at his scalp, eyes already drooping back closed at the feeling.
“Hi, sweet boy,” Remus went to remove himself from Sirius but Sirius was quick to paw at his hips to stop him. He wanted to feel full of him for a little longer. For forever if he could. Sirius pouted and whined a bit at the possibility of Remus leaving him and Remus chuckled ever so fondly and pecked Sirius on the cheek, cradling his other cheek with his hand.
“Stay,..” Sirius utilized his best puppy dog eyes and Remus kissed him sweetly on the lips then pulled away with a smile that made Sirius feel warm and cozy all over. Even cozier when Remus answered,
“Always, baby.”