Title: Merry Month, Moony! Part 6

Author: Kate of Kintail

Fandom: Harry Potter, Marauders Era

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Sirius/Remus, Sirius/self

Disclaimer: JRK’s characters and I get nothing

Warnings/Kinks: wanking, voyeurism (sorta)

Summary: Sirius wants to teach Remus a lesson about the joys of wanking.

Notes: Written for the Lusty Month of May at pervy_werewolf

Word Count: 905

Part 6

            Remus had spent the entire evening in the Gryffindor common room, squirming in his seat and trying to wrap his head around two very complex Arithmancy problems that just wouldn’t yield solutions. He would still be there now if not for certain influences present which he was trying to escape. There was only so much snogging he could stand to watch before he exploded, sweet as James and Lily were. And so he climbed the stairs to his room, thinking of the lovely distractions from sex which lay therein.

            He had plans to stretch out in bed with a bar of his favorite milk chocolate and a book of pleasure reading that had nothing at all to do with romance and sex. He was still resolute in his decision to wait Sirius out this month, though his mind and body seemed to have different ideas. If his mind wasn’t wandering, his body was crying out for release. After a few days, it was starting to get unbearable, but it wasn’t so bad that a little chocolate and a good book could not fix it.

            ‘Chocolate and a book, that’s all I came up here for,’ Remus repeated over and over to himself. Several steps into the room and he was paralyzed, back to the door and eyes wide. ‘It’s not my fault that Sirius forgot to lock the bloody door.’  

            And it certainly was no fault of Remus’ that Sirius’ ban on sex for a month meant that Sirius would be masturbating just as much as Remus was supposed to be. It was just Remus’ bad luck that he should happen to walk in on Sirius during a session. But the sight before him was not something he could turn away from.

            Sirius was stretched out on his back upon his four poster bed, completely starkers and caught in waves of pleasure. His skin glistened with sweat and, by candlelight, his skin glowed golden. His eyes were closed to savor every instant, and he was going slowly in order to make every moment last as long as possible.

            One hand was curled around his cock, and the other had a firm hold of his balls. Liberally lubricated, Sirius’ hand glided down his cock effortlessly. In time with each stroke, he let out a soft, breathy moan. And when he got to the head each time, his pelvis gave a thrust and his hand cupped it or fingers circled it or thumb pressed the tip. Once he even pinched, which elicited a sharp gasp and a grin.

            Knowing so well what magic Sirius’ hands could work, Remus couldn’t blame Sirius for enjoying himself so much. But he wondered why he didn’t feel quite so good touching himself as Sirius seemed to.

            Remus watched as Sirius began stroking faster, and his body gave a definite, overwhelming shudder. But he slowed down again just as quickly, backing off from the orgasm for some reason Remus couldn’t work out. ‘He wants it… I can tell that just by the look on his face. So why doesn’t he just--’

            Sirius took his hands away for a moment, clasping them under his head as he surveyed himself. His cock twitched with need and he grinned as he admired it. Remus couldn’t help but grin as well, and his own cock was just as pleased at the scene before him. But his hands stayed where they were, his arms crossed over his chest. No matter how turned on he was, he stuck to his resolve. No matter how hot the image of Sirius wanking was, he refused to touch himself again. Sooner or later Sirius would come crawling back to him for sex and all would be back as it should be.

            Sirius moaned with delight as he put both hands on his cock, working them all over with a firm grip and a steady rhythm. A few drops of come leaked out from his pumping, and he swiped two fingers over them.

            Then he rolled onto his side, his back to the door and Remus. He reached around and the two fingers slowly slid up his arse. An even louder groan escaped him and another shudder seized him. His other hand, hidden from Remus’ view, presumably was stroking again because his arm was bent and shaking feverishly.

            This time, when Sirius’ hips bucked repeatedly and his toes curled, he did not fight it. He came, groaning loudly and unrestrainedly into his pillow. His body shook and then froze for a moment at the intensity of the orgasm rushing through him. He curled up tightly on himself then relaxed, throwing his head back with a laugh. His dark hair was wild against the golden pillowcase and his maroon sheets looked damp in places from sweat. His eyes were closed still, but he wore a blissful expression and his breathing was loud and deep.

            ‘I don’t see what’s so different about what he just did and what I tried to do. And it can’t be my touch- Sirius always goes wild when I touch him.’ Except that he hadn’t seen Sirius ever go quite that crazy before. So unbridled and caught up in his pleasure. So handsome. So incredibly hot. Fearing that any more observing might result in some moistness of his own, Remus quickly and quietly slipped back out the door and headed straight for the coldest shower he could stand.