Remus rooted
through the top drawer of his dresser, looking for his navy blue handkerchief.
After his previous night of fun, he was in the mood for something a little less
intense, like a simple fucking. There were a dozen or more handkerchiefs in his
stash, several in various other shades of blue, but his navy blue one was
nowhere to be found. He had nearly convinced himself that he’d mistakenly used
it last time he had a head cold and should check the laundry, when he heard the
sound of a throat being cleared.
He turned
his head to see Sirius standing in the doorway, playfully dangling the navy
blue handkerchief. “Looking for this, are you?”
“Padfoot—”
Remus started, though be broke off as Sirius started forward, tucking the
handkerchief into his back left pocket. Remus wasn’t too sure he liked where
this was going.
“Thought I
would do things your way for a change and pay you back for last night.” He
stripped off his shirt. “Not that you get much of a choice in the matter.”
That,
Sirius definitely had right. Remus was instantly drawn to Sirius’ body. While
it was not the perfect specimen it once had been, it still greatly excited
Remus. Perhaps most of the draw was how willingly Sirius offered it to him. Remus
absolutely loved that about Sirius.
Remus met Sirius
in the middle of the bedroom and slid his fingers through the empty belt loops
in Sirius’ trousers. “What did you have in mind?”
Sirius
leaned close, his breath hot in Remus’ ear. “I’m going to fuck you senseless,
Slut. Teach you a lesson about going out to get sex from some stranger.” Remus
let the man drag him over and pin him down on the bed. Sirius kept him there
with a strong grip on his shoulders and an even stronger kiss. Then he felt
around and found Remus’ waist. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you feel it for
days. I’m going to make you moan so loud you wake the neighbors. I’m going to
make you whimper and beg and… blast! If I could only get your cock out!” His
fingers fumbled at the buttons of Remus’ jeans and he growled in frustration.
Not wanting
to ruin what mood Sirius had thus far managed to establish, Remus quickly
helped him out, unbuttoning his fly and shoving his pants down. To be fair to
Sirius, Remus’ usual choice of clothing were wizarding robes, which did not
need to be unbuttoned in the heat of passion.
“Your
dick’s so big,” Sirius told him, staring down at Remus. “I love it.” The sorry
excuse for dirty talk did, however, make Remus twitch and tingle excitedly,
though mainly because he loved hearing Sirius’ voice, whatever it said.
Excited
that Remus was growing excited, Sirius shed the rest of his clothes and
caressed Remus’ arse. “You’re so lovely. So sexy. I want to be in your tight
arse so badly,” Sirius whispered, standing right up against the bed, facing
Remus who lay on his back. Sirius grabbed hold of Remus’ legs to pull them up
to his shoulders. But Remus, shaking his head, reached out and stopped him.
“Just a few
more kisses first, Love?” Remus suggested, fingering his own nipple through his
shirt and reaching down to further ready his own cock. The first few strokes
were find, but then it started to chafe. “And maybe a little lubricant?”
Sirius
frowned. “You don’t get to decide these things,” he said, trying to stay in
charge. But he knew Remus’ suggestions weren’t bad ones. He leaned forward
again, grinding his cock against Remus’ and giving him a good snog. As his
breathing had indicated, his mouth was hot, wet. His tongue plunged into Remus’
mouth repeatedly, stroking, tasting.
After a few
minutes, Remus pulled back to take a breath of fresh air. “Alright,” he said,
wanting desperately to move on. “I am ready now.”
Wasting no
time, Sirius lubed himself up. Just as Remus closed his eyes, expecting to feel
Sirius inside him, instead he felt a slick finger. He tried not to show his
disappointment that Sirius felt the need to prepare him and take his time,
after all the talking and build-up. But after a few moments, Remus rather liked
the sensation. One finger, then two, sliding in, putting a little pressure on
his prostate. The slow and steady touch excited him terribly, working him up
into a lovely frenzy.
But when Remus
bucked a little, encouraging more, Sirius pulled away. Remus tensed up with
frustration and tried to keep himself hard. He reached out again, wanting to
pull Sirius close, wanting the good fucking Sirius had promised.
Luckily, this
time Sirius obliged. Sirius’ hard cock slid in, but pulled out a second later.
His thrusts were swift but strong and, coupled with Sirius’ usual delightful
grunts of pleasure and desire, Remus lost himself almost at once. His toes
curled as his hips bucked forward forcefully, shoving Sirius deep inside him.
And he moaned, just as Sirius had promised he would. When the moment of ecstasy
quickly passed, he realized Sirius was still thrusting. Remus braced himself,
wincing as his spent body was jerked about. His cock, soft and sensitive,
bounced almost painfully upon his now warm and wet chest.
Finally,
Sirius came with a moan of his own. Then he pulled out and collapsed onto the
bed beside Remus. Immediately he pulled Remus into a tight embrace. Remus
sighed and instinctively snuggled into Sirius. Their breathing was slow, deep, and
almost in synch. They relaxed, enjoying the afterglow and their own thoughts.
Ending the
silence was Sirius’ self-conscious, “That wasn’t too bad, was it? I mean, I know I’m a bit out of practice and all,
but it sounded rather good when you came.”
Remus
smiled. It certainly had not been comparable to the way Sirius had fucked back
in the day, but the truth was that Remus had enjoyed himself during some parts.
"It was just fine, Padfoot. Thank you." While the mechanics had been
less than stellar, and he would have laughed outright at the man's comments
were they from anyone else, the fact that it was the man he loved made all the
difference. And he was glad Sirius had made the attempt. Simpler was what he'd
wanted tonight, and that was certainly much what it had been.