Naturally
there were also some things Remus could not get from Sirius.
“Remus? Remus
Lupin?” Remus felt a hand slid across his waistline behind his back as his name
was called by a completely unfamiliar voice.
He turned
to see a man who was instantly recognizable though he couldn’t understand why
the man recognized him as well. Remus had never met Bill Weasley, but the man
had certainly been described to him on several occasions and there was no doubt
that the tall, well-build redhead with the dragon tooth earring standing in
front of him was Bill Weasley.
“Bill
Weasley?” Bill nodded and extended a hand which Remus shook. “I knew you were
moving back but I didn’t know you had arrived here yet.” He smiled a bit shyly.
“How did you know me?”
“I haven’t
seen you since Hogwarts but you haven’t changed a bit, Remus.” Remus rubbed his
hand against the back of his neck as he processed this. “You don’t remember me
from Hogwarts, do you?” Remus shook his head. “I shouldn’t wonder. I was six
years behind you. Six years was a huge difference back then.”
“Not so
much of a difference now though, is it?” Remus smiled.
Bill eyed
him, then licked his lips. “No, not much.”
As he
stared into the handsome man’s eyes, he felt himself go a bit weak, strangely.
He shivered at the thought. First the twins now the eldest Weasley. What in the
world would Molly and Arthur say were they to find out?
“Are you
cold?” Bill asked concernedly, pulling off his leather jacket at once and
draping it over Remus’ shoulders.
Remus liked
the feel of it, and he slipped his arms through the sleeves. It hung heavily on
his skinny frame, and he was practically swimming in it. But it was warm and smelled…
it smelled like Bill. And Bill smelled good.
But Remus
wasn’t interested in leather today. “I see you’ve got a purple hankie in your
back pocket tonight,” Bill pointed out. “It just so happens that I’m sporting
one of my own.” He reached back and pulled out a folded purple square. Then he
leaned forward and whispered frankly, “My earring isn’t the only piercing I’ve
got.”
Remus was
filled with curiosity. No matter how many times it happened that he was
propositioned by someone in the position to fulfill his exact current sexual
interest, that feeling was always splendid.
He slipped
his hand beneath Bill’s tight black t-shirt, feeling a little bit of soft chest
hair. Bill peeled off his shirt revealing his muscular chest. Remus was looking
at Bill’s nipples, however. Neither was pierced.
“My nipples
aren’t very sensitive,” Bill explained. “They weren’t what I was referring to.”
And he leaned forward all the way, catching Remus in a strong kiss. Remus found
himself kissing back before he could think about it. As it grew heavier, Remus’
lips parted slightly and allowed Bill’s tongue to penetrate. Bill’s tongue was
sweet, strong, and hot with the exception of one small portion which was very
much different.
Remus
pulled back with surprise to see Bill with his mouth open, presenting his
tongue. There was a silver stud in the center, with two round ends that moved
up and down a little as Bill moved his tongue to demonstrate.
The sight
of it made Remus hot all over, and he smiled at the curse breaker’s freckled
face. “I see,” he said.
But Bill
shook his head. “I don’t think you do, actually.” His hands moved to his
crotch, unbuttoning his fly and taking out his hard cock. At the end there was
a large silver ring.
Remus
gasped happily at this and could not resist reaching down to touch it. He ran
his fingers softly along the shaft, then fingered the piercing in such a way
that Bill gasped as well. He had rather expected it to feel cold, but it was
surprisingly warm thanks to how warm Bill’s cock and crotch were.
Now that
Remus understood about the piercing, it was only a few seconds before Bill had
him turned around and bent over by a wall. Remus moaned as the hot and cold
literally filled him. The metal inside him, sliding in and out and in again,
was utterly intense. Bill seemed to equally enjoy it, his cock so sensitive to
the movement of the piercing which was moving a great deal inside Remus.
After a
long flight and move, Bill claimed his reward. He threw all his energy into the
shag, thrusting hard and fast until he came with a hearty moan which he buried
into Remus’ back and his own leather jacket the man was wearing. With a deep,
satisfied sigh, Bill pulled out and gingerly tucked his cock away again. The
problem was that it wasn’t quite over yet.
And this
was because Remus’ wasn’t quite through yet. The six year difference apparently
helped contribute to the fact that Remus wasn’t quite so quick in coming.
But Bill
was more than happy to continue. At once he moved around Remus and dropped to
his knees. His hand replaced Remus’ on the werewolf’s cock, and Bill held it
firmly at the base. His mouth, eyes, and freckled face came together to smile
brightly up at Remus for one moment before he opened his mouth wide and took as
much of Remus in as he could.
Bill’s
tongue and the stud in it massaged Remus’ cock as Bill’s head bobbed forward
and back in a steady rhythm. Remus’ cock hit the back of Bill’s throat and Bill
began to hum softly. Remus groaned as the vibrations excited him further. Then
Bill stroked the dimple and end of Remus’ cock with his tongue, the smooth and
hard stud pressing hard against Remus’ most sensitive areas. It circled his
head then stroked the shaft again as Bill resumed his sucking. While Bill was
clearly skilled in that area, Remus still concentrated on the piercing.
He thought
about how much pain Bill must have felt to get them, and then how much pleasure
they gave him now. He looked down to see Bill’s earlobe being tugged and pulled
this way and that as the heavy earring swayed counter to Bill’s bobbing head. He
envisioned punching a second one in Bill’s ear, imagining how it would feel to
create a hole in someone. To make something in him that would bring pleasure
just in its presence.
Bill’s
tongue again lapped at the head of Remus’ cock, and it became all too much for
Remus. Remus came mostly into Bill’s mouth and face, groaning loudly though it
could not be heard above the noise of the music and club sounds all around
them.
And when it
was over, Bill rose and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, chin, and
cheek. “That was most definitely worth moving back home for,” he told Remus.
“We must do this again sometime.”
Remus
sighed happily and leaned against a wall for support. “Perhaps sooner than you
may expect,” he replied in a breathy but teasing voice.