“Sirius…”
sighed Remus, his arms crossed over his chest and his weight shifting from one
foot to the other. He was eager to leave but had promised to give Sirius one
chance before he did.
“Just one
minute,” Sirius replied, bent over a drawer of his dresser which he was
currently rummaging through. Finally he located what he was looking for and
turned around, brandishing them. “I thought we might play with these tonight.”
Remus
raised his eyebrows in surprise. The dark pink hankie was burning a hole in
Remus’ back pocket, but he couldn’t imagine how Sirius had known what he wanted
tonight as it could not be seen at the moment.
“Does that
look mean you’re interested?”
Remus
nodded and headed to the bed with a sigh. “How’d you know?” he asked as Sirius
settled down beside him on top of the covers.
“I took a
guess,” replied Sirius honestly. “And I played process of elimination with the
stash of hankies in your top drawer. The dark pink one was missing. Which means…” Sirius’ hand started at Remus’ waist,
fingering the hem of Remus’ shirt. Then it slid beneath, up the soft, smooth
chest. He petted soothingly, enjoying the feel of Remus’ skin against his
fingers. But then his fingers strayed to a nipple, running over the small, hard
nub. His eyes met Remus’, then he pinched Remus’ nipple hard between his thumb
and forefinger.
With a sharp
gasp, Remus back arched and a shudder raced through his body.
“Merlin, Moony. It was just a little pinch!” Sirius laughed.
Shaking his head, “Not just. Mmmm…”
He reached down and encouragingly stroked the part of Sirius’ arm that wasn’t
beneath his shirt.
Sirius ran
his thumb over it again in concentric circles, getting smaller and smaller
until he was merely applying a bit of pressure to the top. Then Sirius slid up
Remus’ shirt and caressed his whole chest. The scars stood out to Sirius, as
did the faint marks left over from the wax. He slid his fingertips over every
one of them, then soothed them with his tongue.
Remus’
chest was warm and salty with a trace of sweat. Sirius licked generously, his
tongue swirling about in a random motion until it got to that same nipple of
Remus’. He knew it was the more sensitive of the two and concentrating on it a
little would send intense thrills throughout Remus’ whole body like nothing
else could. Which is why he flicked it with the tip of his
tongue.
Remus gave
another sharp gasp of pleasure and purred happily, the deep sound resonating at
the back of his throat.
With a deep
breath, Sirius opened his mouth and covered Remus’ nipple with it. As he did,
his hand fingered the other nipple, pinching and teasing. His mouth was large,
wet, hot. It sucked and his tongue lapped with firm
wet strokes. It moved as though eating hungrily, though what he was really
hungry for was another one of those gasps from Remus. He wanted to drive Remus mad
with pleasure. He wanted Remus so pleased that he couldn’t control himself.
Sirius
lifted his head, a small trail of spittle connecting his lower lip and Remus’
skin for a brief moment. Sirius swallowed and smiled. Then he took another deep
breath and switched nipples. He tugged with his teeth and ran his tongue back
and forth over the small nub as his fingers slid against the other now wet
nipple, rubbing the side then circling the top again.
Just as
Remus’ body was starting to sway slightly with the sensations, Sirius reached
for the item he’d found in his dresser drawer. Remus’ body tensed up, and Sirius
sat up again. He raised his hand and gave the nipple clamp a squeeze to open
it. Remus gasped just to look at it, and Sirius grinned all the more at the
sound.
Carefully he
clipped it onto Remus’ less sensitive nipple, while still fingering the other. Remus
groaned at the brief instant of pain, then smiled and squirmed happily as the
cold metal clip hung down against his chest, tugging at his nipple simply by
using its weight and a bit of gravity.
“How is
that?” asked Sirius.
Remus just
nodded and smiled blissfully.
“Think you
could handle them both at the same time?”
Remus
paused in thought, then shook his head. “I really do
not think—”
Sirius did
not wait for the rest. Instead, he quickly clipped the other one onto Remus’
left nipple. Remus yelped at the pain, but it was short-lived and the pleasure
afterwards was immense.
Sirius
opened his mouth to say more, but froze as there was a knock on the door. “Professor
Lupin? Are you all right?”
Remus
reached up and clapped his hand over Sirius’ mouth to keep him from both
answering and laughing too loudly. “Just fine, Hermione. I simply… stubbed my
toe. Thank you for your concern.”
Sirius was
laughing through his nose, small puffs of air which tickled the side of Remus’
finger and back of his hand. When they heard the footsteps heading away, Remus
lowered his hand and Sirius chuckled openly. “Should have asked if she wanted
to join us,” Sirius said.
Pulling a
face, “That would not be proper.”
Sirius
raised his eyebrow. “Says the werewolf with the nipple clamps
and the convict in his bed.” He pulled Remus’ shirt off. “You cannot
possibly tell me that with all your perversions you’ve never once lusted after one
of your students.”
Remus
slowly licked his lips to buy himself time. Then, “You are right. I cannot tell
you that. And I’ll admit that Hermione fascinates me; she’s beautiful and incredibly
clever. But I don’t want her. She’s far too young and far too… female.”
Sirius
narrowed his eyes. “You’ve really never… with all you’ve done?”
“Never
wanted to,” said Remus with a shrug. “I can think of a few things I do want to
do, though.”
“I can
guess what those are,” Sirius said, and he gave both the clamps a good tug.
Remus
caught himself before yelping again, but it was close. Sirius mouth met his
skin again, lips kissing and tongue licking and teeth nipping and mouth
sucking. And all the while Sirius gave the nipple clamps tiny little tugs. Sometimes two at the same time, sometimes alternating.
Remus
moaned, albeit softly, and moved his body closer to Sirius’ touches. Tingles
rushed through him, pulling at his essence every time Sirius pulled on the
clamps. It wasn’t just the pulls, however, it was all
the movement. The clamps rocking from side to side or moving along with Remus’
chest as he breathed in and out.
His
erection strained against his pants and trousers and he whimpered for it to be
released. But Sirius ignored that need completely. He kissed around Remus’
nipples, giving them all the attention instead.
Remus shook
his head, gasping at the pleasure. His breaths were hard and fast, his heart
racing, and everything within him was tingling and pulsing with need. “No,” he
managed, looking down at the top of Sirius’ head as the man’s tongue was
exploring the tender skin around his naval. One of Sirius’ arms lay along
Remus’ side, but his other hand was still playing with Remus’ nipples. His
fingers were splayed but his hand couldn’t quite span the distance between the
two completely. So he was simply moving his hand back and forth, touching
nipple or nudging the clamps. Remus shook his head more, gasping and moaning
and trying to signal Sirius to stop. But he was caught between wanting the
thrilling sensations and wanting it to last longer.
However, he
was not given a choice about the matter. And before he could say anything to
Sirius at all, he found himself completely overtaken by it all. His body gave
one last shudder, then tensed completely. Finally he relaxed
and sighed shakily. Then he winced uncomfortably and looked down at his crotch
with some embarrassment.
Sirius
grinned at the wet spot that had appeared upon Remus’ khaki trousers. “Well,
now. You haven’t done that for quite some time.”
“Thankfully,”
Remus said, still sounding embarrassed about it.
“Aww,” cooed Sirius sympathetically, reaching up for the
tissue box on Remus’ nightstand. “I miss those times back at Hogwarts when I’d
slip my hand up your robes and jerk you off in the middle of the library. Or
when we were so infatuated with each other that all I had to do was look at you
the right way and you’d come in your pants.”
“I think
you give yourself far too much credit, Sirius.” Remus unbuttoned his trousers
and wiped up the brunt of the mess.
“Perhaps,”
said Sirius, gingerly removing the clamps, then pressing his tongue lightly to
Remus’ nipples in turn to soothe them. Like their application, their removal
caused Remus pain, but it was quite brief. “But it’s not much of a stretch, is
it? After all, I figured out what you wanted tonight, didn’t I? I got the right
color hankie.”
“That you
did,” Remus agreed, giving him credit where it was due. His nipples felt sore and
his crotch damp, but he felt fantastic thanks to both.