“James, we're going to be late if you don’t hurry up!” Remus calls out despite the fact that he’s merely standing outside their room where James is still getting changed.
“No, we won't,” James calls back. It's another several seconds before James makes his appearance in the doorway to their room. “Do you like it?” he asks, making a show of presenting his outfit with his hands.
“Maybe if you weren’t wearing my sweater,” Remus grumbles. He’d been looking for that sweater just the other day and couldn’t for the life of him find it and now he knows where it disappeared to, or more like who it disappeared to. His lips still twitch up at the corners anyway, James always looks cute in sweaters, especially Remus’-which are always just a little bit too long for him in the arms.
“We’re married, Rem. What’s yours is mine and what's mine is yours,” James states, a giddy smile taking over his face the second ‘we’re married’ leaves his mouth even though they have in fact been married for five years.
“Mhmm, yeah,” Remus says in halfhearted agreement. James, to this day, refuses to let anyone, including Remus, touch his collectible Spider-Man action figures. Says they could get scratched up and ruin their value or something along those lines.
“I suppose the sweater always looked better on you,” James says, fiddling with the sweater sleeve in a tell-tale sign of self-doubt. “Yeah, I’ll just go change,” James says, still fiddling with the sweater as he goes to turn back into their room.
Remus stops him with a hand on his waist, bringing James closer with his hold. “You look cute,” Remus assures. “You always look so good in my clothes, drives me insane.”
Remus knows in moments like these, where James is in his head, that he needs to be reassuring. There’s always been this nasty little monster of self-doubt in the back of James’ mind that occasionally tries to trick James into thinking badly about himself. Remus is happy to reassure him when needed; though Remus has always been quite sappy when it came to James Potter. Forever grateful that he married someone who was also cognizant of when he occasionally needed the same.
James smiles softly up at him, always having been a few inches shorter than Remus. Remus is quite helpless to the way his hands trail up from James’ waist and to the other man's face, taking it in his hands and bringing their lips together in a sweet, familiar embrace. It still makes his stomach fill with butterflies like it did when he was a horned-up teenager; though he supposes he still is the former.
The kiss ends naturally, though neither of them move too far away; close enough that their noses touch. Remus nudges his nose against James’, smiling like an idiot; something that only James can make him do. “I love you, James Potter.”
James nudges his nose right back, a silent ‘I love you’ in itself. “I love you, too, Remus Potter.”
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They end up getting there on time just like James said they would. Okay, so maybe Remus was a little dramatic in saying they would be late. He’s always been big on being punctual; being late ruining his mood in a way that most would call ‘dramatic’. But we all have our little ticks. Remus’ is needing to be punctual.
They make their way to the picnic table where their friends are hand in hand. Luna comes running the second she notices the two, throwing herself at James, who catches her and lifts her up into a hug.
“Jam!” Luna says excitedly, curling her little arms around James’ neck. Remus smiles at the nickname, having started when Luna was still new to talking and found the name ‘James’ a little too hard to string together.
James smiles wide. “Hey, LuLu. I’ve missed you, you know.”
“Missed you too,” Luna says from the crook of James’ neck. “Momma says you’ve been busy.” Remus can practically hear the pout in her voice.
“Your Momma’s right, I have been. But don’t worry, once I finish up this next part of the project I’m working on we can hang out as much as you want.”
“Really?” Luna asks, lifting her face from James’ neck to look him in the face.
James nods. “Yep. Now why don’t you go say hello to Remus?”
Luna nods excitedly and James sets her back down on the ground. She throws herself at Remus in the same manner she did with James, hugging him and saying she missed him. Luna grabs onto both of their hands as they make the short distance to the table.
“Look who I found,” Luna says excitedly, letting go of their hands to go climb into Lily’s lap.
“Good job, baby,” Lily says, tucking the hair that got into Luna’s face from the running behind her ears.
“Jam says we can hang out as much as I want when he finishes with his p-project!”
“Oh did he?” Lily asks, looking over to James.
James nods in assent. “My project finishes up next week and then I’m free to hang out and/or babysit,” James says addressing both Lily and Pandora and Sirius and Kingsley, both who have a kid under five.
They settle in after that, hugging each other in greeting before all sitting down at the picnic table. Sandwiches, fruit, chips, and chocolate milk (for Luna and Archie) are passed around. They all catch up as they eat, talking about anything under the sun because they are rarely all free to meet up like this nowadays. Archie climbs up into Remus’ lap after a while. He’s a year younger than Luna and a whole lot shyer, clearly getting his disposition from Kingsley despite having the stark blue eyes and dark curls of Sirius. He scrambles off soon afterwards, still young enough to not be able to sit still for too long.
“You know the chocolate milk is for the actual children,” Remus teases, watching James sip chocolate milk out of a tiny straw like a child.
James shrugs, grinning. “LuLu said she’d share. Plus chocolate milk is good at any age, love.”
“Is that so?” Remus asks, leaning closer to James.
“Mhmm,” James hums, meeting him halfway.
They’re about to kiss when Luna tugs on James’ arms. “Will you push me on the swing, Jam?”
“Of course, Lu.” James gives Remus a quick peck on his cheek before letting Luna tug him to the swings. Kingsley follows with Archie a few moments later.
Remus is content to watch them for a while, adding something to the conversation Lily, Pandora, and Sirius are having every once in a while. He smiles fondly as James pushes Luna high enough to have her squealing laughter and then as James holds Luna on his shoulders so she can reach the monkey bars. Something fond swells in his chest at the sight of James with Luna. And then something slightly hungry as well. Okay, so maybe Remus finds James being good with kids hot. And maybe, just maybe an unexplored part of Remus wants James to bend him over and fill him up, put a baby in him even though it's genetically impossible.
“What do you think Remus?” Lily asks.
Remus clears his throat, tearing his eyes away from James and the sliver of hipbone that was exposed from his arms being up to hold Luna. “Uhh, what?”
Lily, Pandora, and Sirius laugh. “What’s got your brain all occupied?” Sirius asks, nudging Remus with his shoulder.
Remus lets his gaze flick back over to James before turning it back to the other three. “James would be a good dad, wouldn’t he?” He doesn’t know if it's more a question or a statement.
Lily rolls her eyes playfully. “It's James we’re talking about,” Lily says, like that explains everything. It pretty much does. James loves and cares about people wholeheartedly and Remus has no doubt he wouldn’t love his child just as fiercely. “He pretty much parented Sirius all through middle school and high school and Sirius turned out decent enough.”
Sirius hits her shoulder playfully. “Despite Lily’s rude statement, I agree. James is pretty much the only reason King and I didn’t go crazy the year after Archie being born.”
Pandora laughs, presumably about the memory of an exhausted and sleep-deprived Kingsley and Sirius. “That’s true. And Luna and Archie adore him. And I’m sure when Peter and Sybill have their baby next fall that it will adore him too.”
“Yeah,” Remus agrees, gaze trailing off to a tree further down the park. “I just don’t know if I would be,” he says in a much smaller voice than before.
“Of course you would be,” Lily says, giving his hand a quick squeeze.
“What would Remus be?” James asks, snaking his hands over Remus’ shoulders and down to his chest. Remus startles a little at the sudden contact, not having heard James coming, and James places an apologetic kiss in Remus’ hair. “Sorry, love.”
“Have you worn Luna out yet?” Pandora asks, swiftly changing the subject. Remus sends her a grateful look.
James chuckles softly. “Yeah, she looks about ready to fall asleep in Kingsley’s arms,” James says, briefly looking over to Kingsley, who is holding a half-asleep Luna in one arm while trying to keep track of Archie with the other.
“We should probably get her home for her nap now so she isn’t up late tonight,” Lily says, standing up when Pandora nods in agreement, already going over to retrieve the sleepy four-year-old.
They say their goodbyes after that, promising to text or call each other soon. Luna’s asleep by the time Lily and Pandora get her to the car.
Remus spends the car ride back home thinking about babies. About what it would be like for him and James to have one or (eventually) a few of their own. James would be a good father; kind and gentle and loving in a way Remus’ own wasn’t. And the more Remus thinks about it the more he thinks that maybe he could be a good one too.
It's when James puts his hand on Remus’ mid-thigh that Remus’ thoughts do a complete 180. The touch in itself is unassuming, just a touch to touch, but James’ hands have always been hot and Remus’ earlier thoughts are being brought to light again. Ones of James bending him over and fucking him until he spills inside, leaving Remus on his hands and knees, come dripping down his thighs. Ones of James fingering the come that dripped down back into Remus and then plugging him up, leaving him full and warm. The thought really shouldn’t be so hot but fuck, it is.
By the time they pull up to their house Remus’ pants are already tenting. James gives him a questioning look when they get out of the car but says nothing as they make their way to the door. The second the door is closed and locked Remus is pushing James against it. James gasps a little before settling against the door and letting a grin slip over his face. It quickly vanishes when Remus kisses him, lips hungry and eager. James reciprocates just the same, hands tangling in Remus’ hair. And even after over a decade of kissing James it still sends Remus reeling, leaves him breathless and filled with butterflies and hard.
Remus’ lips trail from James’ mouth to the line of his jaw and then eventually down to his neck, sucking and biting on the skin as he goes. James whines high in the back of his throat when Remus takes a particularly sensitive spot between his teeth, biting down on it just to soothingly lick his tongue over it afterward. “What’s got you in such a good mood?” James asks, bringing Remus’ face back up to his and kissing him again.
“I told you, drives me insane when you wear my clothes,” Remus says, pulling back to look at James in his sweater. He looks cute in the too-long-sleeved sweater and something possessive and warms pools inside him at the thought that James is walking around in something that's Remus’, because even though random strangers on the street won't know it, Remus does. Remus knows that sweater is his and that James is his and that he is James’ and the knowledge of that is dizzying and all-consuming.
Remus doesn't mention the other reason that has him ‘in such a good mood’. He and James have never talked about his little fantasy, not that Remus has gone out of his way to try. In all honesty, Remus is embarrassed. He knows James would never judge him for a kink he had and would also be willing to try it if Remus asked. It's the whole asking thing that is embarrassing to Remus. How does one just go up to their partner and be like ‘could you maybe fuck me until you come in me and then plug me up to make me keep it in there?’ How does one explain that the thought of their partner fucking a baby into them even though it’s genetically impossible in this case turns them on?
Realistically Remus knows he’s making it more complicated than it is. James is attentive and caring and has never ever judged Remus when he came up to him asking to try something new. But Remus also has that little monster of self-doubt in the back of his brain that tells him lies. Tells him that he’s weird for getting hot under the collar at the thought of his husbands come in his ass; breeding him. And it’s not like James hasn’t come in him before, he has, but Remus wants the intention, the dirty words whispered to him right when James is on the cusp of spilling.
James looks at him, pupils blown wide, for a few moments before tugging Remus back in, pressing their bodies together. James tugs him back into the kiss, mouth moving with a newfound hunger which is confirmed by the hard length of James pressing into his thigh. Remus moves until one of his legs is pressed between James’. James whimpers into his mouth at the contact. A second later Remus feels James thrust up against his leg. And then again. And again.
“Bedroom,” Remus mutters breathlessly. James nods looking dazed and flushed. Remus pulls his leg from in between James’, the latter whining at the loss of contact before taking the hand Remus offers to him. By the time they get to the bedroom, James has already pulled Remus back into a mind-boggling kiss, tongue wasting no time in slipping into the heat of his mouth.
After a long moment, James pulls away, mouth red and thoroughly kissed and eyes dilated. “How do you want me?” James asks, assuming that since Remus had been the one initiating and, for the most part, controlling things back at the door, he’d want to do the same in the bedroom.
Remus stiffens for a second and James must notice because his face immediately softens and a hand comes up to run soothing circles on his shoulder. “Hey. If you dont want to do this anymore that’s okay. Just say the word and we can stop and just change into comfy clothes and cuddle.”
“I still want to,” Remus assures, picking up the hand that James has on his shoulder and bringing it to his lips, placing a kiss on the fingers. “I just…want…Could you fuck me?”
“Of course, love. All you had to do was ask,” James says, pecking him softly on the lips. “Get on the bed.”
Remus swallows harshly at the order, heart picking up speed at the sound of James’ gravelly voice. Remus does what he’s told, shifting until he’s laying down on the bed fully. James seems content to just look at him for a moment, taking his time raking his eyes over Remus’ body. A younger, less secure, Remus would have felt nervous under the attentive gaze of James. Now he just feels cherished. All these years later and James still wants to just look at him.
When James does finally stop he sets about removing Remus’ shoes, setting them softly on the floor. He takes off Remus’ socks next, kissing each of his ankles softly. He climbs up onto the bed for the next part, sitting just off to the side of Remus. He unbuckles Remus’ belt with nimble fingers, careful when dropping it off to the floor. Then he leans down, kissing softly at the button of Remus’ pants, mouth moving lower for the briefest of seconds before moving away completely. James shifts until he’s straddling Remus’ lap, a knowing smirk crossing his face as he feels Remus hard under him. He takes his time running his hands over Remus’ shirt, fingers dipping under the edge of it every so often. Eventually, James urges Remus to sit up a bit, pulling the shirt off of him before pushing him to lie back down. James connects their lips again after that, soft and unrushing in his movements, trailing his lips down Remus’ jaw and neck after he’s successfully kissed Remus breathless. He continues leaving soft, open-mouth kisses as he moves further down, tongue making an appearance once he gets to Remus’ chest, tongue flicking over one of the nipples.
Remus’ hips buck up into James. A breathless “Please” falls from his lips. He’s not even sure what he’s begging for.
James smiles against his skin. “Don’t worry, I got you, love,” James assures, then takes one of Remus’ nipples into his mouth.
Remus spends the next several blissful minutes (or is it hours?) arching and whining as James works his mouth over the two stubs, stopping sucking on one just to go to the other and then back again. He eventually moves downwards, trailing open-mouth kisses along Remus’ ribs and stomach, kissing through the hairs of his happy trail. He stops right above the waistband of Remus’ pants, pulling his lips away from Remus completely and sitting back up straight. When he moves off of Remus entirely Remus lets out a pathetic whine, missing the soft pressure James sitting against him gave his aching cock.
Instead of unbuttoning Remus’ pants like he thought James would do next, James skips over the button and zipper entirely. He sits up on his elbows to watch as James’ hand goes back down to his ankle, fingers gentling over the spot before starting to make their way up. James takes his time trailing his fingers up Remus’ leg, rubbing soothing circles into it occasionally. Remus lays back down after a while, elbows growing tired of holding him up. So it's a complete shock to him when James cups him through his pants. Remus gasps at the firm touch of James’ hand, cock twitching in interest at the sudden pressure. James grins, moving his hand up and down in slow, teasing movements, never putting enough pressure to allow Remus to get off but using enough to have precome soaking into his boxers and to have his cock aching.
“Fuck, please,” Remus begs, thrusting up into James’ hands desperately. And then James does the most cruelest thing and pulls his hand away entirely. Remus whines again, hips thrusting on instinct again just to be met with nothing.
“Patience, my love,” James says, grinning because he knows exactly what he’s doing to Remus.
And then, thank all the fucking gods, James unbuttons Remus’ pants and pulls down the zipper. He moves back off of the bed, dragging the waistband of the pants down and pulling them off. And then Remus regrets rejoicing too soon because James’ mouth starts doing what his hands just did, kissing up both of Remus’ legs in unrushed, teasing movements. And as much as Remus’ cock is aching to be touched, Remus likes the little soft kisses and touches. All little reminders that James loves and cherishes him. Likes that James takes his time with him because they have forever now, don’t they?
Remus groans when James’ mouth meets the wet spot on his boxers. James takes his time with that too, mouth and tongue lapping at Remus’ cock through the material of his boxers. Eventually, when Remus is panting and his hips are thrusting up for anything, James pulls away. He, finally, pulls Remus’ boxers off, throwing them carelessly on the floor. He moves back up, lips connecting with Remus’ lips once again. His mouth is more needy in its movements than it was last time, tongue licking against Remus’ lips for access in within seconds. James pulls back with a bite to Remus’ bottom lip, which has the latter whimpering softly.
James' hand comes up to brush across Remus’ cheekbone, a soft looking taking over his features as he looks at his husband. “Do you still want me to fuck you? I can just suck you off if you’re not up for it anymore. Whatever you want.”
Remus feels affection for the man above him bubbling in his chest. Most days Remus wonders how it can be possible to love someone as much as he loves James. Because he loves James in an all-consuming, once-in-a-lifetime type of way. He wakes up with James and he’s happy. He goes to bed with James and he’s happy. He can do the most mundane tasks with James and still, without fail, be so fucking happy. God, Remus is so in love with him he’s overflowing with it. The love overflows and overflows and James never complains, just scoops it up and cherishes it.
“I still want you to fuck me,” Remus assures. He pauses for a moment, (over)thinking about whether he should just tell James. The little monster dismissed the thought immediately. And yet when Remus opens his mouth to say something along the lines of “Please fuck me” what comes out is, “Want…Want you to fill me up.”
James smirks. “Yeah?”
“Yes. Please,” Remus says. He knows James didn’t understand what he really meant, knows that he wasn't specific enough. That’s okay, he still wants him all the same.
James gives him a small peck before shuffling off the bed and getting a bottle of lube from one of the drawers in their nightstand. “Open your legs for me, love,” James instructs, settling into the open space between Remus’ legs once he does.
James uncaps the lube, squeezing some onto his fingers and then coating them with it. One lubed finger runs over his hole soon after, stroking it in circles, relaxing the muscle. James puts the finger he was stroking over his hole in to the first knuckle, pausing when he does, “You okay?” James asks, running a soothing hand up and down Remus’ thigh.
Remus nods. “You can keep going.”
James leans down and places a kiss on Remus’ thigh before slowing settling the digit all the way in. James takes his time fucking him with it, asking Remus if it's okay to add a second one when he’s worked him open with the first; adding a second when Remus tells him it's okay. He scissors the two inside of him, stretching Remus open on his fingers. A third finger has Remus groaning, desperately pushing down on them, twitching against the sheets. James, the cocky fucker, just runs his unoccupied hand up and down Remus’ thigh and continuous his tortuous pace of thrusting his fingers in Remus slowly, curling his fingers to hit Remus’ prostate slightly before pulling his fingers back almost all the way out.
“Please,” Remus breathes out when James’ fingers once again graze over his prostate just to pull away.
“What do you want, love?” James asks, rubbing soothing circles into the bone of one of Remus’ hips. “This?” he asks, fucking his fingers back in and massaging them over Remus’ prostate.
A loud cry retches its way out of Remus’ throat and whole galaxies explode behind his eyes. He can feel as the newest bead of precome pools at his slit and drips down onto his stomach.
“You like that?” James teases, continuous in his assault on the bundle of nerves, pressing against his prostate in a way that has Remus bucking desperately down on the fingers.
“Yes…Fuck. Yes,” Remus gasps out, thighs shaking slightly from the persistent pressure against his prostate.
“You could come just like this, couldn't you? Don’t even need my cock to make you spill, huh?”
“No…Yes! Want your cock. Need it. Please,” Remus cries out, desperate to be fucked. “Want your cock. Please. Want you to fuck me…fill me up.”
“Shh, love,” James says, sweeping the hair that was sticking to Remus’ face from sweat away. He presses a soft kiss to Remus’ sternum. Remus is ready to start begging again when James says, “Gonna give you my cock now.”
Remus whines when the fingers are removed from inside him, hole gaping and puckering against nothing. There’s the sound of clothes being removed and then Remus can hear the wet sound of James coating his cock with lube a second later.
“Spread your legs for me. More. More. Good.” James settles more comfortably between the space of Remus’ spread legs. He runs soothing hands up Remus’ thigh before taking his cock in hand and lining it up to Remus’ hole. Remus whimpers when the head breaches his rim. Slowly, inch by inch, James settles inside him, cock pushed into the base. “Taking it so well, love,” James says, leaning up to give Remus a soft kiss.
“Move,” Remus huffs when James continues to just stay buried inside him.
James grins. “You wanted my cock, love, now you have it.” He gives the shallowest of thrusts. “What, you don’t want it anymore? Want me to take it out, leave you gaping?”
“No!” Remus exclaims immediately, legs coming up to wrap around James’ waist.
“Yeah?” James asks, pulling out an inch and thrusting back in. “You gonna take it?”
“Yes! Please,” James pulls out until only the head of his cock remains inside Remus and then thrusts back in. “Fuck.”
James does the same thing, again and again, thrusts picking up speed gradually until all Remus can do is lay there and takeit. And oh how he does, body shifting up every time James thrusts into him, just to be pulled back down against James’ cock by the sexy hands that started this whole thing. Within a few minutes, Remus already feels himself teetering on that edge, every thrust against his prostate threatening to push him over. Every thrust has his hands scratching down James’ back roughly, groaning as James gives him another rough thrust at the movement.
“Oh, you’re not going to last much longer, are you, love?” James says, smiling down at Remus’ whimpering form.
Remus shakes his head in response.
“Good,” James pants out, the deep thrust he just did leaving him slightly breathless. “You always look so pretty with your stomach painted white.” Remus whimpers at the words. “Are you going to be too oversensitive to keep taking it afterwards? Gonna need me to paint your stomach instead?”
Remus’ legs tighten around James. “No, no. Gonna take it. W-want your come inside me. Want you to fill me up.”
A moan falls from James’ lips at the words. “How bad?”
“W-what?”
“How badly do you want me to come in you? Fill you up?”
Remus whines. “So bad. Please.” Oh how badly Remus wants James to leave him full of his come, tsking at him if he even lets a little bit slip out.
“So desperate for it.” James grunts, thrusts picking up speed in a way that has Remus’ nails digging into James’ back in a vice grip. “Does it turn you on to think about me leaving your little hole full, keeping my come nice and warm inside?”
Remus mewls at the words, hips thrusting down to meet James’ with a newfound desperation, James’ words making his mind go hazy and his cock throb. “Yes, yes.”
“Good. Because I’m gonna do just that. Gonna stuff you full of it.”
James punctuates the sentence with a deep thrust and Remus is coming with a loud, breathy moan. James fucks him through it, thrusts slowing down slightly, milking the last beads of come out of Remus’ cock and onto his stomach. James groans at the site of Remus disheveled under him, stomach covered in his own come. He slows his thrust until he’s just shallowly thrusting, barely there and certainly not enough pressure to get himself off.
Remus takes a few moments to get his breathing back to somewhat normal before saying, “Why…Keep moving.”
James, rather than replying, leans up and kisses Remus. Remus yields under the touch, welcoming the warmth of James’ lips against his own. Once the kiss ends James says, “Wanted to give you some time to come down. Didn’t want to overwhelm or overstimulate you too fast, too soon.”
Remus’ lips twitch up at the thoughtfulness. Though he really just wants James to keep going, to fuck him and fill him up, leaving him all warm inside. And even though he’d just orgasmed not too long ago and his cock is spent, it gives a twitch of interest at the thought. “I’m fine,” Remus assures. “Keep going.”
“Shh, love, let me look at you,” James says, drawing soft, barely there shapes into the jut of Remus’ hipbones. His fingers trail upwards, touch light. When James’ fingers trail featherlight over his soft cock Remus’ hips twitch up. James grins, fingers gone just as soon as they came. “So fucking pretty. So perfect.” James punctuates his words with a single deep thrust. Remus whines, mouth falling open.
Remus’ brows furrow slightly when James runs two long fingers through the mess he made on his stomach. Before he can question anything James is speaking again, “Want to suck my fingers?” Remus lets out a soft, barely there whimper at words, desire twisting in his stomach at the thought of James’ fingers in his mouth and the fact that it's his come on them. Remus nods immediately, almost embarrassingly so. “Yeah, love? That desperate for come, are you? Can’t help but want it in both your holes, huh?”
Remus’ whine is cut short by James’ fingers sliding into his mouth. Remus hollows his cheeks around them, sucking them, tasting himself on his tongue. James pulls his fingers out almost all the way before pushing them back in again. He keeps pushing the two fingers in and out, pushing in deeper each time until saliva has dripped down to Remus’ chin.
After a few more thrusts in and out James retracts his fingers, mouth quickly claiming the space where they used to be. Their tongues tangle hotly, James searching for any trace of Remus he can find in Remus’ mouth. “Think you’re okay to take it now, love?”
Remus nods. “Yes. W-wanna be filled.”
“I know, I know. Don’t worry, gonna fill you up,” James says, then starts thrusting.
His movements are fast, thrusting in deep. Remus is an endless drawl of whimpers, whines, and groans, cock somehow twitching and stiffening again with each continuous thrust against his prostate. The initial overstimulation is gone now, leaving only the pleasure behind.
Remus clenches around James’ cock on a particularly deep thrust. James groans. “Gonna keep my come inside of you as good as you do my cock, hmm?”
Remus nods quickly, cock fully hardening again at the words. “Yes. Yes. I’ll be good. Keep it inside so well.”
James’ thrusts start getting sloppier, clearly teetering that edge. “Gonna f-fill you up,” James pants out. “Gonna f-fuck a baby into your tight little hole.”
Remus could scream or cry or both and maybe he does. His cock aches at the words and his hole continues holding James’ cock in a vice grip. Turns out he got his little fantasy to play out after all, without even really trying to. A consistent string of ‘please’ and ‘yes, yes, fuck yes’ fall out of his lips mindlessly.
A gleam of recognition shows in James’ eyes and a lazy smirk crosses his face. “Yeah? Want me to put a baby in you?” James asks, hands gripping Remus’ hips tightly, using them to have Remus meets his thrusts halfway.
Remus feels like he could die from how fucking good he feels. “Yes. Yes. Please. Need it.”
James removes one of his hands from Remus’ hips and settles it on Remus’ stomach. “How many times do you think it would take to stick? I’d just have to keep you filled all the time, wouldn’t I?”
A steady bead of precome drips down Remus’ cock. It’s like James read his mind and brought all the dirty thoughts he had today to life. “Yes, fuck. All the time. You’d keep me plugged up so not a drop goes to waste.”
James groans at the words, head falling forward onto Remus’ shoulder. One, two, three thrusts and he’s coming deep inside of Remus. Remus smiles at the feeling, thoroughly cock-drunk and happy. He runs a soothing hand through James’ dark hair, feeling the boy's panting breaths against his neck.
“So good. So full. Thank you.” Remus presses a kiss to James’ hair. He relaxes the grip his legs had around James’ waist, letting them fall off to the side against the sheets.
James presses a kiss to Remus’ shoulder. Then shifts a little, pulling his now soft cock out of Remus’ hole. He takes a few deep inhales and exhales, trying to regulate his breathing, before laying down fully on Remus.
A few long moments pass of them just breathing together, running soothing hands over each other's skin. And then James seems to finally have noticed Remus’ still hard cock prodding against his stomach because he smiles against Remus’ skin. What Remus doesn't expect is a hand coming down and closing over the hard organ. He jolts in the hold a little, hole that had previously been clenched to keep James’ come inside him unclenching, letting little beads of the white liquid trail out. Remus immediately starts clenching again, not wanting to let any more of the warm come escape.
And yet a few seconds later James is pulling himself off of Remus, sitting back on his heels. He doesn't say anything as his hand drops its grip on Remus’ cock and trails down his thighs, pushing them further apart again. James’ eyes fall between the open legs, tsking and shaking his head slightly, and Remus knows James somehow could tell that he had let some of the come dribble out.
“I thought you wanted to be full? Thought you said you were gonna keep my come inside as good as you did my cock? Thought you wanted me to fuck a baby into you? What happened to all that, hmm?” James raises a brow.
“I’m sorry. I-”
Remus’ words cut off into a gasp as two of James’ fingers collect the spilled come and then, in one quick thrust, fuck it back into him. His fingers settle in Remus’ ass, unmoving. Keeping him plugged. Full. Breed. “Am I going to have to do it for you?” James asks, cruelly curling his fingers up and grazing against Remus’ prostate.
“Please,” Remus whines out. He’s not even sure what he's begging for. Something. Anything. Everything.
James' unoccupied hand trails back up and takes hold of Remus’ cock, thumb trailing over the slit of his cock and spreading the precome that's pooled there around. Remus’ hips jerk at the movement, hole tightening around James’ fingers. And then James must really be trying to kill him because he curls those fingers and grazes that spot again.
It’s a mind-boggling flurry after that. James continues stroking him and curling those fingers and it’s not long before Remus is a whimpering mess and spilling over his stomach again. He relaxes against the bed, boneless and sated. He’s briefly aware of James’ fingers leaving him and then the sound of footsteps moving away. He doesn't try to move, just lays there with a lazy giddy smile on his face.
After a few seconds, the footsteps start sounding closer again and the bed shifts under Remus. Remus jolts a little when a wet washcloth comes into contact with his stomach but relaxes against the bed again soon after. James continues cleaning him with the washcloth, cleaning up any spots with lube or come. Remus is grateful for the thoughtfulness of it all. He really doesn’t think his legs would have properly functioned if he had tried to get out of bed and clean himself up.
And then the washcloth is thrown in their hamper and James’ hands are stroking softly against Remus’ cheeks. Remus leans into the touch, eyes flitting shut for a few seconds. “Do you need anything, love?”
“Mhmm, cuddles,” Remus says, opening his arms for James to settle between them. He does, kissing Remus’ forehead before settling against him.
It's not long before Remus falls asleep.
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The sun hasn't risen by the time Remus wakes up the next morning. He realizes the reason why is because he fell asleep midday yesterday, sleeping through all of the rest of that afternoon. He rubs his eyes blearily, looking over at the clock on their nightstand, which reads: 4:02 A.M. Remus yawns, turning and reaching blindly for the warmth that is his husband. Except he comes up short, met with a mess of sheets rather than the soft, familiar form of James. He frowns. Where is James? He misses him.
The question of where James is is answered a few, in Remus’ opinion long, moments later. Because the sound of James’ bare feet meeting their wooden floor keeps coming closer and closer until the sound stops and one of the lamps on their nightstand is being turned on. Remus groans, momentarily blinded by the sudden light.
“Sorry,” James says softly, setting something on the nightstand before running a comforting hand through Remus’ disheveled hair.
Remus hums happily at the touch, much like a purring cat. He grabs the hand from his hair, bringing it to his mouth and kissing the fingers affectionately, and then tugging on the hand to try and get James to lay back down.
James chuckles at the frown that dawns Remus’ features when James doesn't budge. “I made you breakfast. Oh, and tea.”
Now Remus is laughing. “James, it's four in the morning.”
James shrugs. “I thought you might be hungry when you woke up and I knew that it wouldn't be long before you did because you always wake up within an hour after I do.”
Love bubbles in Remus’ chest. There truly is nothing better than the comfort of having someone know you, inside and out. And James is that for Remus. No one knows him like James does and Remus holds onto that quite fondly.
Remus sits up, pulling James against him. “I love you,” Remus says into James’ shoulder. And even if nothing else in the world is true those three words are. Always.
James holds onto him a little tighter, nudging his nose against Remus’ head. “I love you too.” They stay holding onto each other for a while longer, both perfectly content in the other's arms. Home, Remus thinks. Eventually, James pulls back and says, “Now eat your breakfast and drink your tea before it gets cold.”
Remus laughs, pulling James into an affectionate kiss when the laughing subsides despite James’ statement. He’d eat cold food for the rest of his life as long as it meant he would never not know the warmth of James’ lips against his own.
He does bring the plate of food to his lap, leaving the tea on the nightstand so it doesn't accidentally spill. Remus smiles when James settles back in bed next to him, shoulders and legs pressed against each other a comforting pressure.
“Hey, I thought this was supposed to be my breakfast,” Remus says when James steals a piece of bacon right from his hands.
James smiles. “We’re married. Whats-”
“yours is mine and what's mine is yours, I know,” Remus finishes for James. “I guess you stealing my sweaters and bacon is a small enough price to pay if it means I get to love you forever.”
James smiles wide at the words, eyes shining with affection. He brings Remus in for a long kiss, pouring every ounce of affection into it. When they pull away James rests his forehead against Remus’, nudging his nose against Remus’. Remus nudges his right back.
‘I love you’ ‘I love you’
Yep, this is home.
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Remus follows James into the kitchen after he-and let's be honest, James-finishes his breakfast. He hugs James from behind as the other washes the dishes he used to make the food. Every so often one of them will mention something, whether it be something they need to do that day or soft-spoken words of affection. But mostly they’re content to just exist together in that moment, nothing but the press of their bodies against each other needed.
Afterwards they shower. Washing each other's hair with shampoo and conditioner. Soaping the other’s body completely innocently, a show of affection and caring rather than one meant to instigate anything. They dry off afterwards, changing into sweats and old t-shirts they’ve had since they were in school that still somehow fit.
And since theirs no way either of them are going to be able to fall back asleep they go about their routine normally. Remus reads some of the book he’s managed to get halfway through and James works on crocheting the sweater he’s been working on making for the past week. They sit next to each other in comfortable silence. That’s something Remus realized about he and James very early on, just being near each other is enough. There’s no need for words, the other's presence speaks for itself.
Remus has managed to read several chapters of his book before James breaks the silence. “Remus?”
“Hmm?” Remus replies, eyes still dutifully reading the words on the page he’s on.
“Are you-Can we talk?”
Remus’ brows furrow at the nervous and hesitant tone of James’ voice. He immediately puts a bookmark on the page he was reading and sets the book off to the side. He turns to James, finding him fidgeting with a strand of yarn. “Of course. Is everything alright?”
James nods. “Yeah. I just…” He pauses for so long that Remus has half a mind to say something. James starts speaking again before he has the chance to. “Was what happened yesterday just a kink thing or do you-are you actually thinking about wanting a baby?”
“Well, it definitely is a kink thing. It’s fairly new and I wanted to talk to you about it but I just kept overthinking it. And well, then it just happened.”
James nods. “Okay. You can always come up to me and talk about new things that you want to try, I’ll never judge you. And we can definitely do it in the future if you want. I liked it too.”
Remus’ cock is already very interested in the prospect of doing what they did again. And yet Remus himself is fidgeting with a loose strand of fabric on his pants. A hand comes up and stops him, halting his movements. Dark fingers intertwine with his tanned ones.
“We don’t have to again if you don’t want to,” James says, taking Remus’ silence as a rejection of the idea.
“I do want to. I really liked it,” Remus assures. “But it wasn’t only a kink thing.”
“It wasn’t?” James asks.
Remus shakes his head. “I-I’ve always been so scared to have a kid or kids of my own because I was so scared that I would end up like my father. And I used to never think I would find someone who could ever make me feel different. But then I found you. And-and you’ve been so understanding of it and patient and never once pressured me into it.” Remus takes a shaky breath in, eyes glossy. “And I see you with Luna and Archie and know you’d be such a good dad. And-and I’m still scared of ending up like my father but I want the chance not to be.”
“Yeah?” James asks, voice sounding wet. Remus can see tears of his own pooling in his eyes.
“Yeah,” Remus croaks out. “I-I want all the sleepless nights and the excitement of hearing their first words and seeing them walk for the first time. I want to argue over whose turn it is to change their diaper. I want to cry with you when we send them off to school for the first time and then again when we watch them graduate. I want it all. I want everything.”
James moves the yarn he has off of his lap and moves towards Remus, brushing the tears that have fallen down Remus’ face off. Remus, with shaky fingers, does the same to James’ face. They’re not sad tears. No, they’re happy. “Me too. I want everything with you.”
Remus smiles, shaky and wobbly. “Then let’s have everything.”