Chapter 20
All scratched up, Sirius noted with a smile as he took in the glory of Remus’s back first thing in the morning. There were several raw red lines spanning the length of his mate’s shoulders and downwards from where Sirius had dug his nails in perhaps a bit too hard. Left his mark the night before.
Left his mark again in the form of a blooming purplish splotch on Remus’s collarbone that he glimpsed only briefly before Remus slid an emerald green sweater over his head. Covered up Sirius’s scratches and bruises that he had worked so hard on with a smirk as Remus caught him staring.
Raised a brow and taunted,
“See somethin’ ya’ like?” With his thick Welsh accent that was unfairly gravelly and nonchalant when Remus looked like that, Sirius thought.
He nodded mindlessly and all but gaped as he took in Remus’s pajama pants slung low around his waist before Remus simply flung them off. Revealed lean and chiseled muscle with hardly any regard for what it was doing to Sirius before taking the goddamnsweater off too and muttering,
“It was inside out,” half to himself before pulling on a different pair of pants and then the sweater again, chuckling at Sirius’s slack jawed expression with a knowing raise of a brow. Cocky, but Sirius liked his Moony cocky, was so much weaker for Remus when he was.
And Sirius had been gaping, blinking dumbly and closing his mouth shut a little too quickly before he narrowed his eyes at Remus when he realized he’d been caught. Watched Remus pull his sweater up to reveal even more of his body, waggle his brows and pull Sirius closer to him like some kind of magic mike dancer and Sirius couldn’t act like he wasn’t affected by it.
He let out a somewhat breathless, “Moons,” as he gripped the edge of the bed.
Felt his face heat up furiously as Remus shamelessly muttered, “mm, yes, baby?” In his deep and gravelly and frankly somewhat cruel at times morning voice. Taunted him just for the sake of it, his Moony’s hand wandering down lower, making Sirius’s breath hitch as Remus found what he was looking for.
Palmed over where Sirius was hard and wanting and smirked, “so easy, aren't you, love? All worked up for me and I’ve hardly even touched you yet.” Remus hummed in a way that made Sirius very aware of the full moon approaching as he dragged his hand away from Sirius’s length, up his side appreciatively. Of how Remus was only just reeling Moony in as he squeezed over his waist and had Sirius poorly muffling a whine at the touch being taken away from him.
Remus took his face in his hand and placatingly stroked his cheek, offering him a kiss that Sirius couldn’t help but moan into. His Moony’s warm tongue easing away only some of his neediness.
Sirius tried to pull Remus down into the bed with him, to get him to give him more. Take his clothes back off and fuck Sirius like he had the night before, legs still a little bit wobbly from it, arse still a little bit sore… Sirius’s arousal spiked even more at the mere memory.
But Remus would have none of it. He gently pulled away from Sirius with a short goodbye kiss and placed a steadying hand on Sirius’s hip. Glanced out the window at the fading snow that once covered the entire yard below them before bringing his eyes back to him.
“Not yet, cariad. Have to wait until after I take you out, remember?” Remus looked like even he was disappointed in having to uphold his own promise. Like maybe he had forgotten about it but now he vividly remembered that he had to keep his hands to himself until afterwards.
And oh, Sirius had almost forgotten about that too. About the date Remus had promised him as soon as the storm was over. It dramatically eased his disappointment in their mandatory shut in being over. Made Sirius feel a little bit less pouty about no longer being able to be locked in and wrapped up with his Moons as he grumbled his understanding and tried for another kiss.
. . .
Remus had disappeared halfway through the day, giving the excuse of ‘needing a few things at the shops’ after making Sirius a nice warm lunch and sitting him by the fireplace. Leaving with a kiss to his forehead and a reminder for Sirius not to touch himself while Remus was gone because he had been bad earlier. Tried to get his Moony to fuck him despite still being sore and having the stupid rule being put in place and resorted to edging himself in front of Remus in a failed attempt to get him to.
Really all he had gotten was scolded. Bent over his Moony’s knee and slapped reproachingly for not being able to ‘follow the simplest instructions, baby’. Remus’s blunt nails scraping over his lightly abused flesh as he growled,
“And I was going to be so nice to you tonight, love. But now that you’re being such a greedy little slut I have to make other plans, don’t I?” He tutted at him, unappreciative as Sirius whimpered out his apologies, moaning wantonly as Remus’s hand came down once again on his ass. Had the hurt smoothed over by Remus’s warm and gentler now palm as he moved closer to his ear, voice smooth, low and only partially soothing when he next spoke.
“Shhh, this isn’t your punishment, pretty boy,” he hushed Sirius’s pleas, the ‘more’, ‘yes’s, and ‘I’m sorry’s spilling out of his mouth in droves because Sirius might’ve been enjoying his Moony’s harsher hands on him a little too much.
Remus took his time to massage his likely red hued ass so Sirius wouldn’t be sore from it, so careful with Sirius even when he was in trouble, and Sirius let himself be lulled into the false sense of security that came with it, blissfully ignoring the invisible anvil hanging over his head of not getting his punishment yet. Melted for his Moony as he made sure nothing hurt anymore then continued his reprimand.
“You know I was gonna fuck you so sweet tonight, darlin’,” Remus shifted him to be sitting more on his lap and pinched Sirius’s face not-so-nicely in his hand. “Wine and dine you like the good boy I thought you were. Buy you dessert and let you have whatever you wanted from me, love. But I have to go and rearrange my plans now, don’t I? Teach you not to touch what isn’t yours without permission.”
He hummed with a blatantly false sort of pity, but Sirius thought he detected some fondness mixed in with it. Like Remus wasn’t actually too fussed to have to reconstruct their night due to Sirius’s misbehavior. Like maybe Remus could never truly get as mad at him as he wanted for it. A few butterflies flapped around in Sirius’s stomach at that.
And when Remus shook his head at him and left him to contemplate what exactly that change of plans would entail, Sirius found that he couldn’t contemplate much at all.
That he felt inexplicably cared for and warm inside after Remus’s less than kind ministrations and that, whatever it was that his Moony had decided Sirius would be taking tonight instead of whatever he wanted, Remus’s cock, and lots of dessert, Sirius couldn’t look forward to it any more.
. . .
A few hours before they were meant to be leaving Sirius found out just why Remus had gone to the shops. Was lounging on the couch taking a midday nap as Padfoot when he felt Moony’s fingers scratching and petting at his now much cleaner fur. All the dirt and matting he’d accumulated on his way to Wales finally scrubbed away in Remus’s shower and Sirius was thankful for it when he felt Remus scratching at just the right spot before he transformed with a yawn.
Found Remus grinning beside him as his hand fell away from Sirius’s neck, a shopping bag in hand that Sirius hadn’t seen before.
Handed it over to Sirius with a soft, “got you something,” and Sirius was quick to rummage through the bag, gasping excitedly when he saw what was inside. Ripped through tissue paper to reveal a stunning silky red slip dress. A similar navy blue one underneath it as Remus shrugged, “I know you like having options,” almost shy at having bought clothes for Sirius that he’d picked out himself.
Or nervous perhaps that Sirius wouldn’t like them. But Sirius was sure he was grinning ear to ear as he launched himself into Remus, whom he promptly hugged. Wrapped his arms tight around him before pulling back and asking,
“For our date?” Already knowing exactly which one he would wear. Thered one. Because Remus liked him in red. Sirius couldn’t wait to strip off his far less exciting jeans and t-shirt to change into it.
“Thought I’d get you something nice,” Remus nodded, scratched the back of his neck briefly then let his hand fall away. Added, “I know how you like to get dressed up.”
Sirius couldn’t help but kiss him then, could barely contain his excitement for the night before them as he grinned, “It’s perfect. Thank you, Moons.” Felt Remus pull him closer to sit on his lap and nuzzled in comfortably when Remus said,
“Those aren’t the only gifts I got for you, love,” a warm hand on Sirius’s back as he reached into his pocket, pulled out a small object that looked very much like a princess plug, but when Remus pressed a button on the bottom of it it vibrated. Was nearly silent as Remus let Sirius hold it in his hand. Turned it off again so he could.
He paused for a beat then placed a pair of panties in Sirius’s lap to contemplate. A pair that seemed to be missing the fabric that typically covered much of the crotch and arse area, a giant hole in the middle making them somewhat useless. Or useful, he supposed, from Remus’s perspective.
“What-” Sirius twirled the first object curiously between his fingers, knitting his brows together as he stared up at his Moony imploringly. Though he was pretty sure he knew ‘what’ it was. His real question was why.
“That is your punishment, darling. It’s to keep you occupied and remind you to behave yourself at dinner. I’ll have the remote, and I’ll decide exactly what you get and when.” Remus all but purred, voice warm but authoritative as he told Sirius the rules like melting butter, waited a moment then tacked on, “and if you’re good, I’ll still fuck you nice and sweet later.”
. . .
Summer Between Fifth and Sixth Year:
Sirius had been looking forward to the first of July since he had unpacked his school bags at the Potter’s house in what had become his bedroom. Thought about it nearly every day despite loving the time he spent with James and being off from school because the first of July was when his Moony would be driving down from Wales to bring Sirius up to spend a month with Remus and his parents.
Hope had invited Sirius the moment she had heard about Sirius running away from the Blacks, reached out to Sirius personally to let him know that he always had a home at the Lupin’s, Remus happily seconding his mother’s decision and making Sirius feel more loved, more wanted, than he had in years. Like he had a place to go in case he screwed things up at the Potters like he had with his family. Like in the worst case scenario he’d still have someone that wanted him.
Though Sirius still wasn’t sure if he could survive a month without Effie’s home cooking. He had gotten used to the warm spices and all you can eat curries made with love far too quickly after a lifetime of politely portioned British food made with resentment and regimented restraint. Didn’t know how he could go back to eating anything else after Effie had hooked him on her chicken tikka masala.
But luckily for him Effie had sent him with an entire insulated suitcase full of frozen premade meals with the promise to send more if Sirius ran out ‘so you can have good food, beta’, heavily implying that the food in Wales was not good. James having cut in to say,
“You know Hope can cook, Mom?” Sirius shot him an only half playful glare from across the room because he wanted his homemade biryani and naan, thank you very much.
But Effie only shook her head and ever so politely stated, “Hope is lovely in so many ways Jamie beta but I’ve had her food.” Offering Sirius a tight but warm hug before practically shooing him out the door with the suitcase of food, telling him, “well, don’t keep your boyfriend waiting. And share your food with him! Write if you need more!” With a broad smile as she waved from the doorway.
“He’s not-” Sirius was going to tell her that Remus wasn’t his boyfriend. Not technically, because right now they were just friends that kissed in the alcoves of hallways and underneath covers, but there wasn’t really a term for that, what they were, so he let his sentence trail away. Promised, “I‘ll share with him! Thanks for the food!” As he waved goodbye back, already having said goodbye to Fleamont and James and dragging his luggage down the Potter’s circular driveway and past the shrubbery to meet Remus where he was waiting for him in his partially mud stained Jeep. Likely muddy from all the dirt roads in and around where Remus’s parents lived in northern Wales.
Remus leaning on the hood waiting for him with the trunk already popped open for Sirius’s luggage, a broad smile stretched across his face as Remus threw his head back laughing at the vast amount of bags and suitcases Sirius had brought with him.
“You know you only needed to pack for a month, darlin’, not a natural disaster,” his forest brown-green eyes twinkled with amusement as Remus walked over to peck Sirius on the cheek before taking the first round of his bags from him. Smirked with the silent but mutually understood implication that Sirius would mostly be wearing Remus’s clothes while he was up there anyway.
Added, “I’m glad I cleared out the back. Had a feeling you wouldn’t pack light,” as he stacked suitcase on top of suitcase one handed and Remus’s free hand found a natural place around Sirius’s waist.
“Be careful with that one. It’s full of food,” Sirius inserted as he leaned into Remus’s warm and woodsy smelling chest. Remus raised a brow and chuckled but struggled significantly to lift Effie’s suitcase with one hand, having to let go of Sirius temporarily to use both hands to lift it.
“You brought a suitcase of- oof, how much food? Christ Pads-” Remus huffed in extertion when he managed to hoist the thing all the way up.
“Effie didn’t want me to starve.”
“Clearly,” Remus chuckled. Hummed as he tossed the last of Sirius’s luggage in the trunk and wrapped his arms around the exposed skin of Sirius’s waist to draw him in closer, and Sirius was especially glad that he had worn what he had so that he could better feel his Moony’s hands there. A half opened cropped black button up made of thin flowy fabric and a pair of James’s cargo pants that he had borrowed and had to use a tie for a belt on because he had already packed his belts but couldn’t remember where he had put them.
Wanted Remus to touch him and grumble about Sirius’s ‘slutty fuckin’ waist’ when he thought Sirius wasn’t listening because he had gone a whole month and a half without seeing his Moony and now needed him as handsy as possible.
Remus pulled him in for a proper hug and kiss, holding Sirius firmly to him as he lifted Sirius a few inches off the ground to latch their lips together properly. Hoisted him up and urged Sirius to wrap his legs around his waist one handed as he explored Sirius’s mouth with his tongue until Sirius was sure he had reached every inch, pulling away with a slightly cocky smile when he left Sirius gaping at his best friend and moderately breathless.
Panting a little when he said, “some of it’s for you. The food. Effie told me to share.” Sirius unzipped the suitcase enough to pull out a container of still warm samosas with a note on them with Remus’s name written on it. “See?” He cocked a brow playfully and waved the food around a bit before handing it to Remus with a flourish.
Earned himself another kiss before Remus pulled away to take interest in his specially made samosas and nearly moaned as he took a bite out of one. Brought Sirius around to the passenger side and opened the door for him with a,
“Fuck, I love that woman,” and tossed the food onto the counsel to presumably eat along the drive, hand on Sirius’s thigh after he got in, pulling out of the driveway and telling Sirius, “it’s gonna be a long drive, but there’s a pillow and blanket behind the seat for ya’ if you get tired,” with a squeeze to Sirius’s thigh. Thoughtless, natural, and just the sort of thing that made Sirius wonder if Effie had been right in thinking the two of them were boyfriends. If he could turn Remus’s semi-platonic touches into something more someday, because he couldn’t even begin to explain how much he wanted to.
. . .
Present Day:
Remus had taken Sirius to a nice restaurant. A classy Italian one right along the coast with table clothes and an incredible view of the sunset through the large and partially curtained windows. One that Sirius was pretty sure he shouldn’t go to with a vibrator stuck up his ass, Remus taking his time looking over the wine list.
Ordering for him when Sirius couldn’t help but whimper whenever he opened his mouth, had to bite down or fill his mouth with something to keep himself silent. Sirius perhaps a little too dependent on sipping his wine to keep himself from moaning, clawing at the bottom of his seat when the waiter walked away after bringing them their food and the vibrations increased tremendously.
Had Remus raising a brow in false concern, asking him, “are you alright, darling?” When Sirius squeaked then gasped a,
“Y-yes,” before the vibrations went down.
And Sirius was only just able to get through his gnocchi before losing it, Remus insisting on putting him through plenty of conversation all the while, asking if he’d like to start painting again and offering to pick up some supplies, completely indifferent to Sirius’s endless battle keeping his composure.
“I think there’s a craft store near here. We can pick up some paints on the way back if you’d like,” Remus consistently remained conversational, had the audacity to ask him questions that required answers as Sirius desperately tried not to cry out in pleasure in the middle of a restaurant.
Could only manage a nod and a small, “mercy, Re, please,” to which Remus internally asked him,
“Color?” Sirius took a deep steadying breath before internally responding,
“Green,” because it was just on the right side of too much. Because he was struggling to keep quiet but he didn’t really want it to end. Because he still wanted to be good for his Moony, who nodded once in understanding.
“Brats don’t get what they want, mon cœur,” Remus commented cooly as Sirius wiggled slightly in his chair, taking a sip of his wine with unaffected leisure, the rich aroma matching the fruity taste still on Sirius’s tongue, his Moony so casually indifferent to his suffering. Making it worse when he said, “You know I can’t tell if that pretty flush of yours is because of the pleasure or the wine,” in hushed tones, voice low and gravelly as Sirius had to stifle a moan from the sudden increase of vibrations inside of him.
Watched Sirius bite down on his lip and as subtly as possible arch into him, settling his hand over Remus’s thigh for something to grab onto and found only a smidgeon of relief in Remus placing his larger and warmer hand over it. Remarked,
“The pleasure perhaps,” with a sinful smirk as he took Sirius in, eyes raking over him like he was something to eat. Something to play with and tear apart, to put back together only when he deemed it appropriate. A simple look reminding Sirius of his place under Remus’s care.
That Remus would take such good care of him but that he needed to behave in order to get that. Reminded Sirius that Remus called him ‘pretty thing’ and ‘pillow princess’ because Remus liked to treat his toys well. To take them out to a nice dinner and stick toys up their ass instead of spanking them red and raw to teach them lessons. To quirk a brow at them as he fed Sirius rich chocolate cake and expensive wine and pressed his lips up against Sirius’s neck because Remus’s idea of punishment was so kind that it almost made Sirius forget he was being punished altogether.
Just put on display like Remus wanted him to be but in a different way because he had misbehaved. Reminded that Remus was the key to his pleasure and that he wouldn’t find any without him when Remus clicked the vibrator off just before Sirius was about to come and uttered,
“Can’t have anyone seeing that, I’m sure you understand,” in a deep rumble that sounded much more like it came from Moony, rich and filling like the cake and the wine. Possessive and slightly disapproving like he was unimpressed with Sirius for getting that close to his orgasam somewhere others could witness it in the first place, and Sirius could have come at that alone if he had any friction to help him out, but he would much rather come on Remus’s cock, so he buried a whine in his Moony’s neck in effort not to.
Hopefully Remus would deem him well behaved enough when they got home to give him his cock, Sirius prayed internally, unable to think of anything but as his body cooled down from his almost-achieved pleasure. His spoiled orgasam that he would gladly take more of if it meant getting his Moony’s cock, but wasn’t sure he could when he tingled with oversensitivity at a simple brush of Remus’s fingers up his side. Gasped at the feeling and felt his cheeks burn as Remus chuckled condescendingly at him. Decided,
“I think it’s time to get you home,” with an amused sort of lust in his eyes. Leaving Sirius tingling with the unspoken promise of more that lay underneath them. A firm hand placed at his waist to guide him out of the restaurant after Remus paid the bill, tipping generously before he kept Sirius from tipping over. Sat him down in the car and drove him home with a hand high up on his thigh, teasing him all the way.
Pulled into the driveway and told him,
“You know, if I was a proper gentleman I’d wait until the third date to touch you, darling,” a tease, Sirius let out a slow shaky breath as Remus’s thumb danced over his barely clothed groin, fingers too close to his aching for more dick before moving them back down to his thigh again. Continued, “do you think I’m a proper gentleman, Sirius?” And made Sirius nearly shiver from the question alone, the insinuation that he really may or may not fuck him.
But then Remus shook his head with a light hum and amended his thought with a squeeze then a nicely patronizing pat to Sirius’s same thigh, strong hands digging into soft flesh and fuck, Sirius wanted him so badly…
“Though I suppose the better question is if you're a proper lady, isn’t it?” Remus hummed thoughtfully, “I remember quite some time ago you saying you wanted me to treat you like one. Do you still want that now, ma douce salope?” (My sweet slut)
Parked in the driveway and gave Sirius an in or an out, letting him choose because even when he was teaching Sirius a lesson he would never do anything Sirius didn’t want. Remus stroked Sirius’s cheek softly and Sirius’s heart would have melted if his hole wasn’t so furiously dripping already.
Arousal slick and sliding against the leather of Remus’s seats that Sirius fleetingly realized he probably shouldn’t get that sort of thing all over but it couldn’t really be prevented with the shortness of his dress, the gaping hole in his panties, dick throbbing hard under what little fabric the panties did allow him to cover. Too enthralled by the promise of Remus and whatever he had to offer him, and before he knew it Sirius was practically moaning,
“Non,” (No) “No, Moons,” in hopes of him treating Sirius like the opposite of a proper lady, like his sweet slut if Sirius got lucky. But Remus just tipped his chin up tut-tut-ingly and lightly shook his head. Not too much of a scolding as he reminded Sirius to,
“Ask for what you want, love. You know this,” lips meeting Sirius’s only briefly before his Moony pulled away so Sirius could answer.
“I- I want you to do what you promised. Please, Re,” Sirius all but whined at the end, fell into Remus as he leaned closer to him, caught Sirius as easy as breathing.
But Remus was still cruel with his honey sweet words as he asked, “Mm, and what was it I promised?” Like he didn’t remember, but Sirius was far too desperate to linger on it.
Could only half whine-half gasp, “That you’d fuck me. If I was good. Moons, I need you to fuck me.”