Chapter 21
“God I want you
in some primal, wild way
animals want each other.
Untamed and full of teeth.
God I want you,
In some chaste, Victorian way.
A glimpse of your ankle
just kills me.”
- Clementine Von Radics
When Remus got them inside it was a mess, Sirius impatient and needy as he was thrown against Remus’s tartan wool blanket that was fraying at the ends. Splayed out on the bed in his red silk dress that was hiked up but otherwise left alone because Remus couldn’t be bothered with it, his star’s graphite eyes so glassy and blown out already and lips cherry red from biting down on them all night.
From trying to keep himself quiet. Remus felt a surge of pride run through him as his fingers lingered over Sirius’s all too revealing panties and he contemplated whether or not to keep them on as well, a wanton moan slipping from his star’s lips as Remus did.
Sirius’s cheeks were still flushed from the wine and Remus could tell his boy had gotten tipsier than he’d expected to.
Done so well at the restaurant but hadn’t quite been able to remember to drink in moderation, so oversensitive to Remus’s every touch from being edged and having his orgasm spoiled, touched again on the ride home because Remus couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Still couldn’t as he decided to leave the panties on as he could always tear them off later, Remus affirmed as he worked his fingers up to remove the toy from his star’s pretty and quivering hole, lowered his mouth down, desperate to get a taste.
Sirius was trembling and whimpering the second Remus replaced the toy with his tongue, so well behaved as Sirius warned, “Might- might come, Moons,” halfway through Remus getting him ready for him. Just about to turn one finger into two but his star was quivering and scrunching his brows together like he was trying so hard not to come without permission, to let go too early on.
And Sirius had clearly learned his lesson, was sweet and obedient once again for Remus, letting out beautifully high pitched cries of, “wanna be good- Please- wanna be good,” which was more than enough to convince Remus to fold.
To kiss up his star’s neck while he worked him over with his fingers and hush, “Shh, sweet star. You can come if you need to.”
Remus nipped at the pretty silvery mark that let everyone know exactly who Sirius belonged to. His second finger worked its way into his mate and Sirius cried out at the intrusion.
Mindlessly begged, “your cock, Moons- need your cock,” his body pulling taut with his breathy gasp that had Remus cooing back,
“You’ll get it, baby,” as he continued to work Sirius over, curling his fingers inside of him as Sirius whined in pure bliss. Thrashed his head to one side and grasped for Remus’s free hand to hold in his own before Remus delivered the final blow.
Kissed into Sirius’s hot and wanting mouth just as he started to get hopeful and finished, “that is, as long as you come for me first.” His last condition, because Remus had been waiting to taste Sirius all night. To hear him moan without his sounds being muffled by the wine. To watch Sirius come undone without him holding back for decency’s sake.
Had watched as his star tried so hard not to come for him and now Remus’s patience had snapped. Remus was absolutely starving for it as he latched his lips around Sirius’s pretty pink cock and tasted the salty substance that had gathered there since Remus had denied him his pleasure at the restaurant. Precome rich and decadent on his tongue like the first taste of heaven. Sweet nectar that only Remus held the key to and the point he had been trying to prove all evening.
The point he had proven, it seemed because Sirius arched into him and grasped his hair, keening wildly as he cried, “‘m yours, Moons. Whatever you want- I’m yours,” with what Remus thought to be an earth shattering amount of devotion.
Remus’s voice was husky, low and near unrecognizable as his own when he pulled off of Sirius’s cock to answer, “I want you to come, cariad. Down my throat, let me taste it.” Dark and stern in a way he hadn’t necessarily wanted but it seemed to work as a shiver visibly shot down Sirius’s spine and merely seconds later Remus had warm wet release filling his mouth.
Sirius twitched uncontrollably as he bucked into Remus’s mouth, whimpered slightly when Remus didn’t let up after he had reached his high. Halfheartedly murmured, “too much,” before pulling Remus in closer again. His gasping noises giving Remus an idea that he found himself particularly proud of.
Remus used the bond to shoot a thought to Sirius as his mouth was still full of the come he hadn’t yet swallowed. Pulled off of Sirius’s spent cock only to fuck that same release back into his star with his tounge.
Telling Sirius to “keep those legs open nice and wide for me, pretty boy,” as Sirius moaned at the new sensation. Nodded eagerly and used his hands to spread his thighs further apart, leaned over just enough to see what was going on before loosely wondering,
“Wha- what’re you doing?” Whining prettily when Remus replaced his tongue with his fingers and smeared some of the leftover spend around the perimeter of Sirius’s hole. Looked up only to grin,
“Reduce, reuse, recycle, baby. Why use lube when I’ve got somethin’ so much better?” Sirius scrunched his eyes shut and furrowed his brows together as a light gasp escaped him. But when he opened them it was with a slight snark that Remus had thought he had worked out of him already that evening.
Sirius raised a brow as he teased, “that’s what you're thinking about right now? Being environmentally friendly?”
“Waste not, want not, Pads,” Remus shot back absentmindedly, smirking at how Sirius’s mouth dropped open into an ‘o’ shape when Remus slowly started spearing him with his cock. Didn’t bother asking if he was ready or giving him any warning as he watched his star’s eyes roll back in ecstasy, a languid and drawn out moan leaving Sirius’s lips as he took each and every inch of him.
And Remus decided that would be how he kept Sirius all night. Fucking him sweet and slow like he’d promised, until Sirius learned his lesson a thousand times over and was sticky with everything that Remus had to give him. His star already singing his praises and begging for more like the greedy little whore Remus knew he loved being. The one he was evidently incredibly weak for.
Yeah, Remus determined as he pinned Sirius to the bed by the throat, it was going to be a long night.
. . .
The Lupin’s Cottage in Northern Wales, summer in between fifth and sixth year:
Sirius:
There was something about Remus Lupin that had always felt sturdy, Sirius contemplated one evening as he and his friend sat on the floor of Remus’s room, legs intertwined.
Passing a bottle in between them as Sirius considered that his best friend may hold quite a few similarities to the whiskey that Remus doesn’t let him have much of because,
“We both know you can’t hold your liquor, Pads,” Remus likely remembering the last time Sirius had gotten his hands on the amber brown liquid and ended up throwing up then passed out in Remus’s bed at Hogwarts, leaving a stain in his mattress that he had never been able to get out. ‘Best that you stick to your fruity cocktails in the future’, Remus had said then. Laughed at him when Sirius had shot him a withering glare in response then held his hair back when Sirius proceeded to get sick all over again, adamant the whole time that he could indeed hold his liquor, despite what Remus had to say about it.
Embarrassed later when he came to, as Remus gingerly wiped the corner of his mouth with a wet rag, Sirius internally groaning at the intimacy of the action. That Remus had cleaned him up without a word. Without hesitation.
Sirius couldn’t help but reminisce on the warm and gooey feeling as he reached for the half finished whiskey bottle only to have it snatched from his grip, Remus using his superior height to his advantage.
“C’mon, Re, just a lit-tle bit more…” Sirius half pouted half hiccupped. But Remus only shook his head somewhat fondly.
Answered, “Nope, I’m cutting you off, love. You want more, drink some water.”
Horribly unfair, Sirius thought as he crawled into Remus’s lap to latch his arms around him, covered in his favorite of Remus’s sleep shirts. A howling wolf tee that was worn and old and smelled like Remus, fabric oversized and soft against his skin as Remus tucked a stray piece of hair behind his ear and chuckled quietly.
Under his breath and just for them as Remus nodded towards Sirius’s many bags piled neatly in the corner, Remus’s breath warm beneath Sirius’s ear as he noted, “really don’t see why you bothered packing at all when you’ve worn my clothes three days in a row already.”
And Remus was right, Sirius had to admit as he let out a breath unsteadily, his Moony’s lips grazing over his neck wantonly. He tried to only wear Remus’s clothes when it was just the two of them, so as not to make it too obvious, but then he had been met with the chore of unpacking and all subtlety had flown out the window, Sirius much preferring the woodsy aroma that came with wearing Remus’s t-shirts to his own fairly neutral one.
Much preferring to melt into his best friend’s arms until morning rather than respond to Remus’s observation, humming into his chest with ease as the liquor started to make him feel sleepy. Unaware of when he’d dozed off until bright light shone into Remus’s room through the half opened windows and Sirius could hear birds chirping just outside, the room empty and Sirius tucked away underneath Remus’s covers, a glass of water placed on the bedside table for him.
Ignoring it, because really his head didn’t ache that much, Sirius seized the opportunity of being left alone in Remus’s room to snoop through his friend’s bookstacks. To flick through Remus’s annotations and bask in the glory of being so immersed in his Moony’s natural habitat, to learn all he could before breakfast as Sirius noticed that he was wearing a pair of pants he hadn’t been wearing the night before. Hadn’t worn any the night before but now had a too-big pair of plaid pajama bottoms tied loosely around his waist.
He fleetingly wondered when they had been put on him, if he had perhaps gotten cold during the night, or if Remus simply hadn’t wanted to see his bare ass and had slid the pants on without Sirius noticing in his drunken and sleepy state, but was quickly distracted by a small stack of books that looked particularly worn out, doggy eared pages and poorly treated bookmarks popping out all over the place as Sirius scooted himself towards it.
Had just gotten deep into excavating for Moony's secrets when a warm voice and a creaking of the door interrupted him.
A casual and possibly fond voice if Sirius had read it right that asked, “Looking for something to read?” And Sirius tore his eyes away from his findings to see Remus’s lips quirk up in the slightest bit of a smile, messy brownish hair sticking every which way as he held two precariously balanced mugs of what smelled like coffee.
Sirius watched him set the drinks down and close the door and felt nearly bashful as he contemplated his answer. Not sure what to say without feeling caught doing something so ridiculous.
After a while settled on, “maybe,” because how could he admit that he actually just liked reading through every one of Remus’s scrawled annotations, sitting in the middle of his best friend’s towers of books that smelled like him just for the sake of further immersing himself in Remus’s world? To search for the most well worn copies with cracked spines and spilled coffee stains on them and swoon over one footnote at the bottom of a page that mentioned Sirius?
That he’d wanted to find out why Remus had so many books piled up and overtaking his room and stumbled upon his best friend’s innermost thoughts, found something illicit in them like scanning over half erased notations from the last person to check a book out from his high school library. Gone looking for the answers to his homework and instead found a faded conversation written in pencil by a few strangers not paying attention in class. Something accidentally intimate, but all too addicting to intrude upon, Remus’s private and absentminded mentions of Sirius revealing that he perhaps cared more for him than he let on. Thought about him more than Remus would ever let on.
Thought about him even when he wasn’t around, and the notion made Sirius’s heart pitter-patter unevenly in his chest. Infatuated with the possibility that his Moony wanted him too…
A volume on mythological creatures in miscellaneous folklore currently stuck in Sirius’s hand and propped open to a page depicting sirens that lured in men at sea, that had his name scrawled next to a particular passage.
‘But anyone who hears their song is bewitched by its sweetness, and they are drawn to that island like iron to a magnet.’
And was that how Remus felt about him? Sirius couldn’t help thinking, was he drawn to him like iron to a magnet? And did Remus really think Sirius was sweet, perhaps even enough to bewitch him?
Sirius hadn’t realized that Remus had already launched into giving him book recommendations, tuning in a little too late to hear,
“-and if you like fiction,” before he found himself lost again in Remus’s world of multicolored highlighters and inked in notations that Sirius had previously only seen his friend make from afar. Never delved into so closely, so intimately. He could almost picture Remus’s scarred hands scribbling out his spelling errors, correcting the author’s grammar with that same black pen he always used for the crossword because he insisted that writing with pencil was bad for your confidence.
Told Sirius as much that Sunday morning with a copy of the paper Remus got at home and he even let Sirius write a couple of words in. Insisted that ‘you just have to be sure of yourself when you write it in’ then patted Sirius on the back when he got the word right.
Countered Sirius’s, ‘there’s no room for mistakes with a pen’ with ‘no room for doubting yourself either’ while he sipped his bitter black coffee and teased Sirius asking him if he wanted a taste.
Remarked, “it’s not as bad as you think,” and let out a deep rumble of a laugh when Sirius took a sip only to fake a gag and screw up his face in disgust.
“Motor oil. That’s what you drink, Moons. Fucking disgusting, that is.” Remus just shot him a grin and returned to his paper, Sirius taking a long sip of his own coffee that was much sweeter.
Remus nodded, “Sure, love,” then muttered, “six letter word for explosions,” a few seconds later, filling the word in with a declaration of, “ah! Blasts!”
Minutes later Remus tossed a carefree glance in Sirius’s direction to ask, “find anything good in there?” As Sirius was still rummaging through Remus’s books and sipping his freshly made coffee.
Domestic and at ease as he picked up a notebook with a dark green leather cover, note after note scrawled in regarding various topics, all with dates at the top. Brought it over to the bed so Sirius could examine it there, leaning against Moony's chest as he waved the book around triumphantly.
Uttered, “I think I might’ve hit the jackpot,” and settled in for what he was sure would be hours of leisurely reading.
. . .
Remus:
He would never admit it but Remus found it absolutely adorable how ferociously invested Sirius was in something as inconsequential as his clumsily written notes from classes he was no longer in. Annotations in books he had read a dozen times over that Sirius had buried himself in, poured over like he was scavenging for gold for the past several hours, and Remus was happy to let him.
Partially because there was hardly anything he relished more than seeing his best friend so brilliantly dedicated and enraptured, so intently focused on something, and couldn’t help but feel honored that that something Sirius was so fixed on was him. Or his handwriting at least.
Because there wasn’t anything Remus wouldn’t give to be the sole subject of Sirius’s devotion. His bottom lip tucked in between his teeth and barely audible sounds of revelation escaping Sirius on occasion as he flipped through the pages of Remus’s old journal and grinned when he found something good. Read a passage or two aloud to Remus then commenting on it before going back to his exploration like he was mapping the back corridors of Remus’s mind.
Letting out a dramaticized gasp and pressing a falsely offended hand to his chest when he said, “You don’t like my short skirts, Moons?” Practically aghast at the revelation as he held up the notebook and pointed to the page where Remus had likely written something of that manner in.
“I’m sure I would never write such a thing,” Remus motioned for Sirius to hand him the journal so he could properly look at it, see if it really said that with a fond rolling of his eyes, “Lemme see that.”
Remus hummed as he got a better look at what he had written, dated a year or so ago, ‘lycanthropy isn’t going to be the end of me. Sirius and his damn miniskirts will be.’ A rather dramatic passage Remus wasn’t particularly proud of, written in a fit of lust shortly after Sirius had realized that there was technically no rule against wearing the opposite gender’s uniforms as long as you were wearing a uniform and decided to take it upon himself to hike those stupid pleated skirts up higher than they had any right to be and drive Remus mad in the process.
“Looks like I never actually said that I didn’t like them, Pads,” Remus pointed out about as casually as he was able to, “only that they’d be the death of me.”
He internally winced a bit as Remus realized that he’d very heavily admitted the opposite. That he liked Sirius’s skirts too much. That was the problem.
Fuck, he cursed himself as Sirius raised a brow rather playfully, scooching closer to Remus and taking his hand in his own as he took two rings off of his fingers and slipped one on one of Remus’s own. Moved the other from his middle finger to the one people put wedding rings on.
Sirius smiled up at Remus rather innocently as Remus realized they matched. Both of them with mismatched dedications on their ring fingers that made Remus forget how to breathe.
Sure that he had simply stopped functioning when Sirius wiggled his fingers around next to Remus’s with a dopey grin then looked up at Remus with a silly sort of reverence and murmured, “you know I only started wearing them in the first place cuz I wanted to get your attention,” eyes dazzling with triumph when he understood that he’d won.
Completely ignored his little trick with the rings before pressing a feather-light kiss over the one he had slipped onto Remus’s, just a little too tight on his finger but Remus couldn’t care any less.
And fuck, that had to be the closest Remus had ever come to his heart exploding.
. . .
Hogwarts, Sixth Year:
Sirius:
Sirius had no idea why Remus wouldn’t just fuck him. Not even the faintest clue why he squared Sirius away to doom him to drooling over a second long flash of his best friend’s bare chest as he was coming out of the shower, mourning the feeling of long nimble fingers looping their way around Sirius’s waist but never venturing lower. Why Remus left him to finger himself with his curtains closed at night whilst picturing his best friend’s fingers inside of him. Left Sirius wanting Remus and cursing his best friend over and over again both in ecstasy and disdain until the two mixed together indistinguishably and Sirius had to decipher them all over again the next morning.
Stuck with half answers full of self loathing and the irritably stubborn smothering of his own desires from Remus when Sirius whined about it, clung to Remus in the common room and murmured enticements in his Moony’s ear to no avail as he watched Remus’s jaw tense rather heavily as he groaned and leaned his head back.
Insisted, “You deserve better than me, Sirius,” even though they both knew that Remus wouldn’t have him go to anyone else. Even though they had already done nearly everything but the act itself so there was no use holding out on him, Sirius thought rather desperately.
“I only want it to be you, though, Moons,” Sirius opted not to refute Remus' self loathing streak right away, in favor of scattering kisses along the side of his friend’s conveniently bared neck. An error in judgment that led to Remus’s fingers tightening along Sirius’s hip, squeezing the flesh there as he subtly attempted to scoot Sirius off of him.
“It’s not a good idea, love,” a strand of golden brown hair fell into Remus’s eye line and Sirius found himself sucking in a jagged breath at the sight of it. Scrunching his face up in disagreement when he saw the regret in Remus’s eyes as he said it. Insincere- Sirius thought, because if Remus wanted him then he should stop trying to convince himself that he shouldn't. But that was always how Remus was. Willing to help but never thinking himself worthy of doing so, worthy of Sirius.
Sirius’s gaze hardened against him, and he pushed away his ever lingering need for the man beside him to challenge, “so say you don’t want to.” Raised a brow in that very aristocratic way that his brother was so good at but Sirius had always hated. Told himself to stand his ground and was glad he did when Remus leaned further into him. When he couldn’t admit that he didn’t want Sirius the same.
Only let out a slightly pained, “Pads,” and pulled him back closer to him. But it wasn’t enough, Sirius knew that Remus needed a push. And Sirius was far too needy not to give it to him.
“Say I should go to Jamie. Let him f-” Remus’s hand pulled tightly at Sirius’s hair and his voice was low, resonant, and undeniably Moony when he nearly growled,
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” Remus’s breath hot and heavy on his skin, voice nearly surly at the implication. Hands rough and urgently pressing against his skin as Remus hauled Sirius up the flight of stairs that lead up to their dorm in what felt like a matter of seconds. Tossed Sirius on the center of Remus’s bed about as haphazardly as he would a pillow or book he planned on reading and muttered,
“You’re just full of shitty ideas, aren’t you, darling?” The shit eating grin upon Remus’s face telling Sirius all he needed to know. That Remus fully planned on indulging his ‘shitty ideas’, or at least this one. He had that sparkle in his eyes that Remus got when he’d tired of being Mr. Perfect prefect and was finally allowing himself to bend a few of his rules. A certain devilishness that came with his occasional reckless streak.
Sirius grinned in return, tried to tamper his excitement as he returned, “that’s why I have you though, Moons. To keep me on the right track, say no to all my shitty ideas.”
“And to fuck you good enough that you never have to go crawling to James who you know won’t get you off like I can,” Remus raised a brow without a second’s hesitation—a challenge. So that was the mood he was in today.
Sirius gasped, “Moons,” locked onto Moony’s amber and green flecked eyes that were speedily darkening with desire, Remus’s hands spanning up Sirius’s sides in the process of taking his shirt off.
Making Sirius feel fluttery when Remus said, “you think I don’t hear you crying out for me while you touch yourself at night? Whining my name when you stick your fingers in your ass, love? Funny how you always ‘forget’ the silencing charms, isn’t it?”
Sirius was sure he went crimson in an odd mix of lust and embarrassment. That Remus had heard, Sirius found himself gaping, that also meant Remus had heard when he inevitably couldn’t make himself come. Tried so hard and imagined his fingers were Remus’s instead of his own, but they never felt right. He could never quite get himself to believe it.
And Sirius had wanted Remus to hear the first part of it a few times, to maybe prompt him to finally act on his suppressed lust, but what if he had forgotten to put the charms up before he left himself even more wanting and thoroughly unsatisfied? Had Remus heard that part too?
Sirius’s eyes widened significantly as they flew up to meet his best friend’s but Remus only cooed, “don’t worry Pads, I plan on making you come more times than you can count,” voice dark and deep when he continued, “if I have it my way you’ll never have to touch yourself again.”
. . .
Present Day:
Remus:
Fuck, Remus was a goner for his star’s eyes. Graphite hues glossed over and absolutely gorgeous even when they weren’t in such a state, a slightly darker gray than usual now, or perhaps that was due to Sirius’s pupils being so severely blown out. A shimmering pair of crystals cut from the finest quartz now foggy with tears and sparkling with starlight as he came for the second time that night on Remus’s cock. Loud mewls and broken apart moans escaping Sirius in droves as his mussed up black hair framed his pleasure strewn and blush stained face.
Nails digging into the nearly raw flesh of Remus’s shoulders as Remus contemplated how his boy’s sweet sounds and high pitched whines compared with that of a back alley whore. Determined that they were likely quite similar but Sirius’s far more authentic and rather decisively sweeter.
“Still a whore though, aren’t you, love?” Remus accidentally finished his thought aloud. Had Sirius nodding and whimpering in agreement as he clawed at Remus’s bare and lightly blemished chest.
Begged, “wanna get you off Re- ah- please.” An angel incarnate that Remus had wrapping his wobbly legs around Remus’s sweaty and undeserving torso in between his equally undeserving sheets.
But Remus would have none of it. He had promised to fuck Sirius nice and sweet and he was a man of his word. His own pleasure was an afterthought. “Shush, cariad,” he kissed wetly up Sirius’s arched back and jaw, fucked into him with deep powerful thrusts that he knew would get Sirius closer to yet another miniature eclipse.
“Enjoy your reward,” he instructed with a bite over the pretty silver mark that now permanently adorned his star’s neck, Sirius whining highly at the sensation. Remus flipped Sirius over and re-entered him with a harsh and needless slap to his ass.
One he knew would work Sirius up as Remus encouraged, “come for me, princess.”
Experimental with the nickname, but Merlin, did it fucking work as Remus wrapped one hand lightly around Sirius’s neck and used the other to stroke up his still weeping dick before he found his hand coated in warm white fluid, Sirius quivering in his embrace. Melting into the mattress as he came hard, screamed out his release and bucked into Remus’s hand for more with the constant cry of, “Moons, Moons, Moons…” that slurred together around the edges.
Remus watching in awe as he fucked Sirius through it, starstruck when he muttered, “good fucking boy, baby,” as Remus felt himself getting more deeply lost to his own lust, utterly entrenched in his favorite fuck toy as he groaned, “always knew you’d break beautifully for me.”
Always knew that Sirius would fall apart under his touch like the prettiest petals fell from their flowers. Knew as soon as he’d heard the whorish devotion on Sirius’s lips when he touched himself at night instead of crawling into Remus bed and just asking him to help. Crying when he couldn’t come all by himself like the sweet siren he was. And Remus had been sure that if Sirius’s barely muffled whines from just his own fingers had sounded so alluring that he would absolutely end Remus once he had him falling apart on his cock.
Knew even before then that his star was as desperate as he looked from the hitch in Sirius’s breath whenever he placed his hands on him. The wiggle of his hips ever closer like he wanted Remus to touch him more. How his eyes lingered on Remus’s lips when he talked sometimes and how Sirius would blush furiously when he was caught.
So responsive to Remus’s every movement, his every word, and now he was arching his back and flipping over to do so with his slutty little waist begging to,
“Lemme see you, Re- need ta’-” Sirius broke off into a cry when Remus shoved a pillow under his ass and thrusted ever more deeply into him, fingers pulling at Sirius’s prettily curled and surreptitiously soft strands of hair.
“Better now?” Remus arched his brow, Sirius mewling out a slightly stuttered ‘yes’ in response. Bodies sticky with sweat and pressed up against each other as Remus’s stomach and chest soon grew tacky with the remnants of Sirius’s previous three orgasams.
Unthinkingly Remus used a hand to wipe himself clean of the release and tap Sirius’s cheek to get him to open up. Slid his come-coated fingers into Sirius’s wet and wanting mouth the second he did and urged him to, “suck me clean, will ya’ baby?”
Sirius took his fingers in eagerly and was quick to swirl his tongue over the sticky substance, moaning around Remus’s clearly very welcome intrusion, eyes rich and overflowing with lust. Wanting more like the greedy thing he was, but it wasn’t as if Remus wasn’t just as greedy.
“That’s my boy,” Remus pistoned his hips more sporadically against him as he felt his end drawing near, gripped Sirius’s perhaps a little too tightly and fleetingly noted that they’d likely bruise. Groaned, “fuck, such a good job cleaning up your mess for me,” and watched his star suck him completely clean before reluctantly letting his fingers go with a pop and a pretty moan of his own, Sirius scrunching his eyes shut tight in pleasure.
Opening them when he remembered with a little reminder that Remus didn’t appreciate that, a tight growl of, “Pads,” because he knew that Sirius knew better. That Remus had taught his star plenty of times over to keep his eyes on him when he pleasured him.
And Remus was nearly seeing white by the time he groaned, “gonna fill you up, pretty thing,” Sirius a moaning mess underneath him as Remus met him with a rough and messy kiss before continuing. Promising, “and you’re gonna keep it in too, keep me nice and warm in that slutty little hole of yours.” Reaching for the long discarded plug for convenience as Sirius whined delightfully in eager anticipation.
Uttered, “p-please, Moons. Ah, can I come?”
“With me, baby,” Remus nodded and he could feel himself bursting at the seams, “such a good boy, my star,” he praised because Sirius had remembered to ask, before he cursed and painted Sirius’s insides white, felt his star tightening sporadically around him and listened to him sob through his fourth orgasm of the night as Remus met his end as well.
Indecipherable sounds leaving Sirius as he was gorgeously broken apart, scattered clay pieces soon to be once again bound together by Remus’s scarred but soothing hands as he muttered praise in Sirius’s ear to work him through it. Stilled inside of him then scooped up his star’s sweet ichor from his overworked and sensitive cock with gentle fingers to get a taste for himself.
“Hush, love,” Remus cooed when Sirius quivered a bit at his touch, whimpering once before it faded away. ‘Breathe,’ he encouraged through the bond. Watched as Sirius nodded and shakily followed his instructions, took a few deep breaths for Remus and curled sweetly into him when he was done, pressing a kiss to his jaw after Remus had swallowed Sirius’s release and practically moaned at the taste.
Remus kept himself inside his star until Sirius had properly calmed, recovered most of the way from all the pleasure and slight overstimulation before he removed himself from Sirius only to replace his presence with the toy from earlier, keeping as much of his come in Sirius as possible.
Remus wiped away the few drops that had managed to slip out before he placed a kiss over the newly placed toy in Sirius’s hole and took a pair of his recently discarded boxers that Sirius used to like to wear around the house and slipped them over his star’s slender and slightly bruised around the edges hips. The garment was practically conservative for Sirius but marked him as his. As Remus’s, and happily so if the fucked out little smile gracing Sirius’s face and starry, still hazy eyes were anything to go by.
Remus placed a feather-like kiss right over the waistband of his boxers before he pulled his star closer to him to plant an equally soft kiss to Sirius’s lips.
“Did so well for me baby,” he hummed somewhat sappily. Utterly obsessed with the sight of Sirius spent and sweet in nothing but a pair of Remus’s slightly too big boxer shorts. Plugged up with his come underneath them and dopey about it, Sirius quietly muttering,
“Feels nice and warm, Moony,” then nearly whispered, “wanna do this more. I like being full of you,” Sirius’s lashes fluttering open and closed with his ‘please Moons’ puppy eyes as if Remus needed any convincing. As if he’d ever deny Sirius anything, let alone this.
“Whenever you want, ma deuce salope (my sweet slut). You know I’d give you anything.” Remus promised with utter devotion, voice soaked with sacrificial sweetness, ‘I love you’s on the tip of his tongue that he knew were implied, fond as he always was with Sirius because who in their right mind wouldn’t be?
And Sirius was just as much devoted when he softly chuckled, “that’s a dangerous proposition, Moons. ‘Cuz I want it all the time.”