Part IV
Part IV
When it came to sex, Sirius Black was always sure of what he wanted and how to get it.
He took charge of the kiss with Remus, teasing the other man with lips and tongue and varying degrees of pressure as his hands travelled over broad shoulders and a clothed chest. Remus had a very nice chest, he absently decided: firm and muscled but not too much.
As his hands roamed, he pushed the hideously orange cardigan off his boyfriend and guided the other man back towards the beds. Remus's legs hit the mattress and Sirius pushed him down with ease. Remus, somewhat startled, stared up at him with dark hazel eyes, and Sirius offered a devilish grin as he removed his jacket, slowly, teasingly, enjoying the undivided attention on him. He dropped his jacket on the floor carelessly before he climbed onto the bed, his legs on either side of Remus's hips. He quickly removed his shirt and threw it behind him, then he preened as dark eyes traced over him.
"You are so fucking..."
Remus trailed off and leaned up to kiss again, his hands tracing over the tattoos on Sirius's back and ribcage. His touch was knowledgeable and contradicting: soft but rough, light but firm, possessive but liberating. It was addictive and it left a trail of fire in its wake, igniting Sirius's skin and making him crave more. He shuffled forward and quickly began unbuttoning his boyfriend's shirt so that he could start his own mapping.
"Sirius, wait..."
Sirius had only managed to undo four buttons before lips pulled away and hands moved from his back to wrap around his wrists. He pulled back to frown down at Remus.
"Wait," Remus requested again, his breath a little short as he stared up at Sirius.
"What?" Sirius asked, sitting up and pushing the half-undone shirt aside to place his hands, still bracketed by Remus, flat on the other man's hirsute chest. His fingers traced over the pale scars there and his eyes ran over his partner, taking pleasure in the dishevelled appearance: messy hair, rosy cheeks, bruised lips. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Remus replied at once, releasing Sirius so that he could push himself up to rest on his elbows. "Nothing's wrong. It's just... Are you sure you want to do this?"
Sirius frowned – because he wanted to shag Remus pretty much 24/7. It was only because they were adults with jobs who had to eat and socialise and live balanced lives that he didn't follow through on his wishes.
"Yes," he answered. "Why wouldn't I?"
"I don't know," Remus replied with a weird sort of shrug. "I just... You're probably really stressed right now, with everything that's happening, and I just want to make sure that this—that I'm not taking advantage of you, or something..."
Sirius stared at his boyfriend for a long moment before he laughed and said, "Remus. Moony. As much as I appreciate you checking with me every time – it's endearing, really – I would tell you if I didn't want to. I know what I want, Moony." His hand drifted down Remus's chest and stomach, the muscles beneath his fingers tensing as he went. "And right now..." His hand cupped the impressive bulge that Remus sported. "...I want this."
He then gave Remus's confined cock a gentle squeeze and smirked when hazel eyes snapped shut and Remus swore under his breath. He palmed Remus with one hand and placed his other by his head, leaning down so that their faces were close.
"Trust me," he said, his voice low. Remus opened his eyes and metallic grey caught dark hazel. "I know what I'm doing."
Remus nodded and smartly replied, "You certainly do."
Sirius chuckled and lowered himself so that he could whisper into Remus's ear: "I need you to distract me, Remus. Please?"
Remus turned his head and caught his lips, then said, "Okay. Alright. If you're sure."
"I am," he stated, then wondered... "But if you don't want to, we don't have to."
"No, I want to," Remus confirmed, without hesitation or time to think. "Gods, I want to. I just wanted to make sure you did – do, too."
Sirius smirked and pulled back, removing his hand from between their bodies and placing it on the other side of Remus's head. "I do," he confirmed with a brief kiss. "But thank you for asking."
Remus nodded, "Uh, you're welcome?"
They shared a smile before Sirius leaned in and Remus met him halfway, their lips joining and tongues battling once again. Hands explored bodies, and Sirius managed to rid Remus of his shirt. He then allowed his fingers to move across the exposed skin, and he felt Remus react: muscles tensing, rough noises coming from his throat, breath hitching whenever a scar or a particularly sensitive area was traced. It made him feel almost delirious with pride that he could make Remus – stoic, unaffected Remus – react so much.
Sirius was tracing a soft scar on the Researcher's clavicle when he suddenly found himself on his back with his hands pressed to the mattress and Remus hovering over him. He was slightly disoriented from the switchover and he blinked up at the other man. Remus just offered a mischievous smile before he brushed his lips against Sirius's cheek and muttered:
"Watch me."
Sirius nodded in response, then watched as Remus shuffled down the bed and pressed open-mouthed kisses to his body along the way; from cheek to jaw, jaw to neck, neck to chest, chest to stomach. Remus's hands followed much the same path until he reached Sirius's lower body and he glanced up to make sure Sirius was still watching. Then, eyes locked, he unbuttoned, unzipped, and removed Sirius's trousers and boxer shorts.
Sirius breathed a silent sigh of relief when he was freed from the confines of his clothing and his cock jutted out proudly. Remus threw the clothing aside, then sat back on his knees to stare at Sirius. His eyes were greedy and enthralled, shameless and blatant.
It was not uncomfortable, to be studied so obviously. In fact, Sirius felt oddly secure; unjudged and wanted and worthy and loved. It was unlike anything he ever thought he'd experience. It was deeply flattering to see how much his boyfriend still, after all this time, fancied him. He was glad to know that they felt the same, because he was utterly infatuated with Remus.
"You are so fucking pretty," Remus murmured appreciatively.
Sirius felt his cheeks heat up at the praise.
He used to think that being pretty was a bad thing. People used to be derisive about it in school; used to call him ugly names and say that he was pretty like a girl and ask him how else he was like a girl. He used to want to be rugged or something else a bit more macho sounding, but he quickly found there was a power in being pretty; it made Remus Lupin want to snog him, so it couldn't be that bad. Though he preferred being called handsome, he didn't mind being called pretty anymore. Not when Remus was doing the calling, at least.
"You are too," he replied, and he took enjoyment in the way Remus's ears turned red – because Remus was still unused to compliments, no matter how many Sirius rained down on him.
Remus leaned over and pulled him into a quick kiss before he said, "Don't be quiet."
Sirius nodded (because if there was one thing Sirius Black was not, it was quiet – which Remus Lupin, for whatever reason, liked about him). Remus moved back, his eyes trailing up and down the body in front of him before stopping at Sirius's prick.
Remus then leaned down without preamble and his tongue immediately swirled around the head of Sirius's cock, expertly and with teasing precision. Sirius inhaled sharply, his eyes latched onto the other man. Remus took the length into his mouth slowly, his tongue flattening along the underside as one hand stroked over Sirius's leg and the other fondled Sirius's balls teasingly.
Remus Lupin was a very talented man, but he was especially good with his mouth. He seemed to know exactly what was needed and when, and he gave head like it was the only thing he wanted to do. His eyes closed as he sucked and teased and worshipped. He was earnest in his actions and Sirius felt so very lucky to have someone so eager to please.
Sirius muttered encouragements, "Yes, like that... More... Oh, you're so fucking... Ah!"
Remus took him deeper with every suck and hummed. The vibrations made Sirius positively howl and his breath left him in a rush when the tip of his cock hit the back of Remus's throat. He watched Remus's mouth with rapt interest, wholly aware and entranced, and one of his hands found purchase in choppy brown hair as he tried to stop himself from thrusting hard into the warm heat.
"You are so fucking good," he murmured.
Remus gave a pleased hum and opened his eyes. Sirius felt his heart splutter at the look in those hazel pools and he began to feel that familiar feeling settle in his abdomen. His stomach muscles tightened, his blood rushed around his body noisily, his toes curled in anticipation. He was going to come, in seconds if the other man kept up his stellar efforts. Deciding that he didn't want it to be over yet, he tightened his fingers in Remus's hair and tugged, gently but firmly.
"Moony – Remus..."
He didn't need to say anything else. Remus understood and gave one last long suck before he pulled off and slithered up the bed, looking utterly delectable with his swollen lips and messed-up hair. Sirius almost came from the sight alone; he had to grip himself to stop. Once he was satisfied that he would not come in the next five seconds, he pulled Remus down and crashed their lips together.
It was a frantic kiss, messy and full of enthusiasm. He could taste himself on Remus's tongue and had the vague thought that it should not have been as alluring as it was. He shifted and felt Remus, hard but concealed by jeans, against his naked thigh. His hips bucked unconsciously as rough denim scraped against his sensitive skin.
"Where's your wand?" he asked, feeling urgent and desperate, his hands roaming everywhere.
"In my bag," Remus answered, "Under my green cardigan."
Sirius paused, "You brought the green one?"
"I know you think it's ugly, but I disagree," Remus replied, voice indignant.
Sirius rolled his eyes with affection and replied, "Whatever. Get your kit off."
He pushed Remus off and reached over the bed to unzip and rummage through the travel bag. When he turned back, having retrieved the wand from under the green monstrosity, he found his boyfriend fully nude, socks included, and his eyes travelled across the other man's toned chest, tracing the barely visible scars hidden under thick chest hair and landing on Remus's perfect prick – long and thick and flush pink, with wiry brown hair nestled around it.
Remus cleared his throat pointedly, "Like what you see?"
Sirius offered a cheeky grin and returned his eyes to the other man's. "Always," he replied.
Remus snorted and then said, "We need to widen the bed."
Sirius glanced around and hummed in agreement because the pair of them were a bit too big to fit comfortably on the queen-sized bed. He was quite impressed that neither of them had fallen off yet. Using Remus's wand, he muttered the Charm and the bed enlarged beneath them. They both winced when the mattress extended a little too much and knocked the bedside table over with a loud crash.
"I'll fix that later," he muttered before he climbed on top of his partner again.
Warm skin met warm skin as Sirius straddled the other man, shuffling closer and trying to get more – more contact, more warmth, more of that familiar safe feeling that he always got when he was with Remus. Remus shifted slightly and their cocks brushed, eliciting a low moan from himself and a sharp inhale from Sirius. Sirius took the other man's face between his hands and crashed their lips together.
After a few moments of rutting against one another, he pulled back and muttered, "Remus, I need you to fuck me."
"Are you sure?" Remus asked, his hands travelling across Sirius's sensitive skin, tracing small scars and rogue tattoos absently. "Just... well, it's been a while since you topped, is all."
"Remus, do I look like I'm complaining?"
"No...?"
"Exactly," Sirius replied, well aware that every inch of him that was touching Remus was hyperaware. "I like bottoming, okay? I dare say I love it. So, just sit back and let me do the work, yeah?"
Remus nodded, "Okay."
"Unless you want to bottom?" Sirius checked.
Remus shrugged, "I'm easy."
Sirius smirked and bit Remus's lip. "I know you are, you tart," he replied.
Remus gave him a gentle thwack on the shoulder and laughed, "Prick. You know what I mean."
Sirius grinned, "I do. I want you to fuck me, but maybe I'll fuck you next time?"
Remus nodded agreeably. "Deal," he said.
"Good," Sirius nodded, then held out the wand and added, "Here, you know the spells better."
Remus took the wand and muttered the necessary spells under his breath:
First was a protection spell. It was not entirely necessary, since he and Remus were in a monogamous and committed relationship, and they were very happy with one another, but Remus always said it was better to be safe than sorry.
Second was a preparation spell. Sirius frowned and dug his fingers into the bedsheets as it took place, stretching him and readying him. Being prepared via magic was always slightly awkward. It was fast and urgent and impersonal; quite a different experience to being prepared manually, but he supposed it was needed at that moment. He tried to relax and soon became used to it.
Then came the third and final spell, a second type of preparation spell. A cold, oily sensation filled him. It soothed the burn of the first prep spell and made him relax even more. It was a strange but welcome feeling.
Suitably prepared, Sirius took the wand and pushed the other man back against the pillows. He muttered his own spell, slicking Remus's cock with lubricant and fisting the length. Once it was covered, he dropped the wand over the side of the bed, raised himself up, and shuffled forward. He reached behind himself and grabbed the erection, positioning himself over it.
"Ready?"
Remus nodded eagerly and watched with intense eyes, his hands settling on Sirius's hips.
Sirius took a deep breath and released it slowly as he placed one hand on Remus's chest and lowered himself down. He bit his lip and closed his eyes as Remus's cock pushed into him with little resistance and stretched him wider in the most pleasant way. It burned but he kind of liked it. He rocked his hips and took more of the other man with every rise and fall. Barely any time passed before he was flush against Remus, fully seated in the other man's lap and his arse completely filled with that glorious length.
They stilled for a moment, taking the time to adjust to their new sense of closeness and intimacy. Silver eyes opened and locked onto hazel. Breathing and heartbeats seemed to synchronise.
Sirius grinned, feeling proud and lucky and affectionate, and as he stared at the other man, he couldn't stop the overwhelming feeling swell in his chest: a multitude of difficult-to-articulate feelings, but most important was the realisation that he felt connected to Remus in body and soul. It was almost overwhelming.
"Fuck," he muttered, clenching his arse and earning a grunt from the other man when he did.
Placing both hands on Remus's chest, he leaned forward and brushed their lips together. Remus kissed back immediately, his fingers digging into Sirius's thighs. After a moment of sharing sweet kisses, Sirius pulled back and straightened up; then he rose up and sank down onto Remus's cock. He repeated the action, again and again, slowly fucking himself and focusing on the man beneath him, inside him, a part of him.
As he rode his boyfriend, he took comfort in the blissful emptiness of his mind. All of his anxieties, all of his worries, all thoughts from the previous weeks disappeared from his mind until he was left in the moment, only able to focus on how he was feeling there and then, and on Remus.
He set a steady pace: rising and falling and rolling his hips; it was a dance, rhythmic and familiar. Remus met him each time, thrusting up every time Sirius let gravity pull him down, their skin creating a quiet slapping sound with every movement. Remus's hands were firm but gentle, rubbing up and down his legs; Sirius found the action to be both comforting and arousing.
As they moved together and performed their dance, each knowing exactly what to do, Sirius drank in every groan and muttered swear and jerk from his boyfriend. Every rise, he clenched his arse which made Remus grunt under his breath. He knew that Remus was getting close, from the furrow in his brow and the tightly close eyes, and Sirius decided that he wanted them to climax together, so he flattened his palms across Remus's chest and quickened his pace.
His legs were beginning to ache from the steady work, but he ignored it and focused on bringing himself and Remus closer to the edge. Remus seemed to notice, though, as he took up the slack, planting his feet on the mattress for leverage and gripping Sirius's hips roughly as he thrust up and pounded into Sirius harder. The change in angle meant that Remus hit his prostate and Sirius howled, falling forward and allowing Remus to fuck him and hit the little bundle of pleasurable nerves each time, his mind going fuzzy and colour flying out behind his eyelids.
"Fu-uck," he mumbled, fisting his hands into the bedsheets on either side of Remus's head. "You absolute fucking genius!"
Their torsos brushed with each perfect movement. His cock was trapped between their stomachs, hard and neglected, and Sirius moved his hand to grip himself as he crashed his lips into Remus's, the kiss messy and brilliant. Remus, one hand on Sirius's thigh, the other now tangled in Sirius's hair, bit Sirius's lip and jerked up, brushing over Sirius's prostate perfectly.
"Ohfuck," Sirius stammered, burrowing his face into Remus's neck.
Remus grunted and pressed kisses to Sirius's shoulders and collarbone as he detangled his hand from Sirius's hair and wrapped it around Sirius's cock, stroking in tandem with his thrusts and hitting Sirius's prostate with every other jerk. Both hands now free, Sirius gripped the bedsheets again, his knuckles white and his senses on overload as the other man fucked him oh-so-perfectly.
It wasn't long before he felt himself coming closer to the edge, anticipation fluttering through his veins and the familiar pressure building in his abdomen.
"Remus... Moony... Fuck, I-I'm close," he warned.
Remus grunted something close to an affirmative in response. It sounded a bit like, "Me too."
Sirius grinned, immodestly happy to be the only person in the world who could turn the ever-articulate Remus Lupin into an incoherent mess. He rolled his hips, faster and harder, chasing the climax. Remus's hand sped up on him as he drove into him, fast and eager. Their rhythm became less clean and elegant and more rapid and needy.
Sirius pressed his lips to Remus's shoulder again, kissing and panting as his muscles tensed. Then, with one last stroke and one perfectly timed thrust at the right angle, he came:
"Ohfuckingfuck!"
He buried his face in Remus's neck and swore loudly as he climaxed, his arse clenching uncontrollably and his muscles tensing almost violently, his cock spilling hot onto Remus's hand and coating their stomachs with his come. His mind went blank for a few blissful moments before he caught his breath and pushed himself up to look in Remus's eyes. Then, as he rolled his hips, he said:
"Look at me."
Remus obeyed, opening his eyes and staring up at Sirius, his eyes almost black.
"Come on, Remus," he muttered, silver on hazel. "Come for me."
The command was issued; Remus complied once again, growling and biting his lip hard, clenching his eyes shut tight and gripping Sirius's hips firmly enough to form bruises as he came with a few brutal thrusts. Then, both spent and utterly blissed out, they collapsed onto the bed in a heap, breathing heavily as they tried to regain their wits and come back to themselves.
They lay in silence for a while: Sirius on top of Remus, his face buried in the other man's neck; Remus flat on his back, tracing lazy patterns on Sirius's skin. Sirius was unsure how long they stayed there in each other's company before he decided he needed to move. He pushed himself up, Remus's now-flaccid cock slipping out of him, and dropped onto the bed beside his boyfriend, turning onto his side and resting his head beside Remus's on the plush hotel pillow.
His chest was sticky with lubricant and come, the bed was messy and rumpled, and he felt cooling spunk dripping down his thighs and arse, but he didn't much care. It was a bit off-putting when he thought about it but he kind of liked the feeling of Remus's essence in him, on him, around him – a mark of ownership that he enjoyed because he belonged to Remus and this was just confirmation.
"You are very good at that," he muttered, throwing his arm over his boyfriend's stomach and ignoring the similar mess of come and sweat and lube there.
Remus turned his head and offered a blinding smile. "I suppose there must be some reason you keep me around," he joked.
Sirius hummed and answered, "Yes, everything else about you is abhorrent, except for your cock."
Remus chuckled and, after a nice moment of silence, he asked, "You okay?"
"I'm fine," Sirius replied honestly. "Thank you. For the distraction, and for being here with me."
"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else," Remus responded immediately, his hand coming up to rest on Sirius's face, his thumb tracing over the stubbled jawline.
Silence fell over them again and Sirius took a moment to revel in the sight in front of him: Remus Lupin after sex, with his messed-up hair and clear eyes and soft smile. It was disgusting how much he fancied the Researcher.
"What time is it?" he asked.
Remus glanced at the timepiece on his wrist and muttered, "Shit, it's nearly two. We need to get going soon if we want to be there by three."
Sirius felt his stomach simmer with nerves again, but for the first time in days, they felt manageable. He took Remus's chin between his fingers and pressed a firm kiss to the other man's mouth, happy when Remus reacted immediately. The response comforted him, knowing that Remus was there with him – for him. He pulled back and grinned when Remus tried to chase.
"Right then," he said, rolling off the bed and stretching out his recently exercised limbs. "I'm going to grab a shower before we head off." He wandered to the adjoined bathroom and paused to lean against the doorjamb, looking back at Remus who was watching him blatantly. He smirked and, with purposeful seduction, he asked, "Fancy joining me?"
Remus grinned slowly and replied, "If I ever say no to that, you should be deeply concerned and you should immediately ship me off to Mungo's for treatment," before he climbed off the bed and followed a laughing Sirius into the bathroom for round two.
"The taxi should be here in about ten minutes," Remus said as they stepped out of the hotel.
Sirius hummed and took a seat on the low wall, taking in the surrounding scenery whilst they waited. His eyes scanned the hills and the trees and the colourful flowers briefly before landing on the most captivating sight: Remus, who was standing with his face tilted upwards, his eyes closed, and his hands shoved deep in his coat pockets. Sirius didn't know why, but he desperately wanted to kiss the other man in that moment. Perhaps it was the serene look on his handsome face, or maybe it was just because it was Remus. Whatever it was, he knew that he couldn't just kiss the other man in public, so he settled for staring.
Remus seemed to sense his attentions because he opened his eyes and offered Sirius a small smile before he glanced around them and muttered, "I used to come here as a child, y'know."
"With your parents?" Sirius asked.
Remus nodded, "Yeah, the three of us. We used to come every Autumn. Before the bite, I mean. After that... we stopped for a little while. I wasn't a good kid after I got bit. I was emotional and confused and angry, and I didn't want to leave the house. But when I was old enough to understand what I was and how to control my outbursts, about eight or so, we started coming back."
Sirius didn't say anything, just watched and waited.
"I loved it," Remus continued, his eyes taking in the surrounding fields. "It was always so freeing, being here, surrounded by trees and nature. I felt like a normal kid, you know? Just running around and eating sweets and spending time with my parents. It was nice, not worrying about the Full Moon or anything like that. It was like everything was the same as before; like nothing had changed. It just... Being here always seemed to calm me, you know?"
Sirius nodded, more interested than he'd like to admit because he had known Remus Lupin for a decade, and he was glad to know that there were still new things to discover.
"I was quite surprised that Andromeda was living up here."
"Why?" Sirius asked.
Remus shrugged, "I don't know. It's just... quite muddy, isn't it? I just thought it might be too outdoorsy for her. I don't know. It's just not where I expected her to go."
"Yes, well, she was always one for trying new things," Sirius replied fondly.
Before anything else could be said, a black car pulled up and the passenger side window rolled down to reveal a man with a scruffy ginger beard and dark bushy eyebrows.
"Lupin?" the man asked in a gruff voice.
Remus nodded and confirmed the address with the driver before he opened the door and climbed in. Sirius followed and collapsed in the backseat, frowning as the realisation that he was soon to reunite with someone from his past hit him and his anxiety threatened him again.
The car pulled away from the curb and began its journey.
Sirius stared out of the window as they left the Grasmere Hotel behind and the outside became a landscape of beautiful scenery with green trees, colourful fields, wide lakes, and sloping hills. Ten minutes passed before he felt a knee nudge his own and he turned to find Remus watching him.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
Sirius didn't really know how to answer that because his stomach was in knots and his mind was fuzzy with fast thoughts and his shoulders felt heavy, so he just shrugged in response.
Remus didn't seem to need words to understand as he offered a small smile, nudged Sirius's knee with his own again, and took Sirius's hand in his own.
Sirius stared down at their joined hands, masculine but gentle, and mused how strange it was that such little actions could settle him. Everyone thought that he was confidence personified, cool and indifferent and passionate, but he was quite a mess, and he appreciated that Remus knew about his anxiety. He liked that he didn't have to pretend around the other man, and that Remus knew exactly what to do to calm him.
The journey passed smoothly, and they made it to their destination in what seemed like no time at all.
The taxi drove into the estate, past bushes and trees and various other colourful plant life, through an open gateway and up a gravelled driveway. When the car finally pulled to a stop, Sirius glanced out of the window and found a large house in his view. It reminded him of the Tudor Houses in his uncle's neighbourhood: tall, black and white, with the long beams on the roof and windows.
"How much?" Remus asked the driver.
"Fifteen quid, mate," the driver responded.
Money exchanged hands and Remus thanked the driver before he turned to Sirius and asked, "Are you ready?"
Sirius turned away from the window and nodded once at his partner before he released Remus's hand and climbed out of the vehicle, Remus following behind. Sirius stared up at the house, feeling daunted and overwhelmed and anxious. Remus muttered something to the driver and the car left them behind. Sirius felt his boyfriend move to stand beside him and he worried his lip, feeling comfort in the warmth that radiated off the other man.
"What if she doesn't want to see me?" he asked with a worried frown.
"What if she does want to see you?" Remus countered. "Padfoot, life is too short for what ifs."
Sirius hummed and, with one last steadying breath, he nodded to himself and strode purposefully up the path toward the house with Remus on his trail. He paused at the door and took a second to calm his nerves and adrenaline before he raised his hand. He hesitated for a second, then knocked three times.
There was silence, and he had a horrible thought:
"Shit, what if she's not in?" he asked, looking at Remus over his shoulder.
Remus opened his mouth but couldn't seem to find an answer as he merely shrugged in response.
A sudden clap as the letterbox snapped shut brought Sirius's attention back to the door and he realised that somebody was home. He stumbled back down the steps and fell into line with Remus.
The door crackled, like locks were being undone; then it opened a little, but revealed no one; then it swung open...
"Who are you?"